Title:Parasitic
Chapter Four: Breaking News!
"Uh oh." Nurse Angie groaned when she saw a familiar uniform heading her way. "Let me guess, for Dr. House, right?" She took the vase of flowers from the floral delivery guy.
"Yeah, how'd ya' know?" The man laughed, handing over a clipboard for the nurse to sign.
"She's the only one that gets flowers." Angie sighed, shaking her head.
"Hm, not today." The delivery guy's brow furrowed, "I've got an order for a Dr. Cuddy, too."
"What!?" Angie squealed, obviously excited, "I mean, uh, here, I'll sign for that too."
The man laughed, and had the nurse sign for the other order as well and soon left nurse Angie with the two vases. Unfortunately, now the poor woman was left with a dilemma. Should she take a peek? After all, she hadn't gotten in trouble last time she had snuck a glance at the little card. However, as she pealed back the plastic, she scowled when she found that this time, the envelopes had been sealed on both of the cards. With an agitated grunt, Angie went to deliver the flowers.
Dr. Cuddy's receptionist took the vase from Angie, allowing her to travel to the other floral recipient's office.
"Dr. Cuddy," Maggie entered her boss's office, "these came for you!" She placed the vase on the medical director's desk.
"Oh," Lisa sighed, pulling back the plastic cover and looking at the beautiful daffodil arrangement; they were her absolute favorite, "they're beautiful!" She plucked the card from its plastic stem and blushed slightly, "Uh, Maggie... Could you..."
"OH! Right." Maggie laughed and left the office, and her boss to her privacy.
Opening the card, Lisa read it and flushed an even deeper red.
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"Dr. House," Angie grimaced, "I still can't get used to calling you that." She laughed as she entered Allison's office, "These came for you." She grinned. "That hubby of yours sure loves you."
Unable to contain her grin, Allison rose, but had to remind herself to do so slowly, "Thank you, Angie... You didn't read the card this time, did you?" She teased.
Flushing a bit, Angie looked skyward, "No, it was sealed this time."
Laughing, Allison pushed back the plastic and took the card, reading it, she smiled, "Do you want to?"
"Nah, if you're offering, then it must not be very gossip worthy." Angie jokingly retaliated.
"I suppose that's true." Allison sighed and flopped back into her desk chair. As Angie left, Allison read the card again and grinned, "Doesn't mean that you're right."
Taking a deep breath of her beautifully bloomed azaleas, Allison smiled as she recited the short message in her head, --"Congratulations, Mommy- Love Daddy"--
With a bit of a giggle, Allison hugged the card and thought for a moment before getting up and sneaking off to her husband's office.
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Lisa Cuddy strolled to Wilson's office, when she arrived and threw the door back, she was happy to find him at his desk. "I love them!" She squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck. Though the professional in her knew this was entirely inappropriate, the love struck side overruled and demanded that she show her appreciation. Tempting as it was to lay a kiss on his beautiful, full lips, Lisa managed to restrain that particular want.
Wilson, who was struck entirely by surprise, couldn't string together the words he wanted to ask. What did she love?
"It may not be a good idea, but maybe we really do deserve a chance..." She whispered in his ear, still hugging him tightly.
That statement quickly pushed aside all questions he had. Now, he just wanted to coax this blossoming opportunity into full bloom.
"If we develop our relationship gradually," he began gently, "maybe it would be easier for the hospital to adjust."
"I know, James, I'm just..." Lisa stood up and her hands fumbled with a small card. Wilson knew that card. It was the kind of card that came with floral arrangements. He'd get Greg for this!
"Lisa, let's just make ourselves happy for once." Wilson pleaded. He hated how unprepared he was to wage war in this particular battle. If it had been himself that had sent the flowers, it would be much easier to plead his case. Unfortunately, he was left without a leg to stand on, considering he had no clue what flowers his intruding friend had sent to Lisa, nor what he'd had written on the card.
"I want to be happy with you, James." She smiled weakly, but she didn't look quite ready to cave in.
"Next time, I'll send you daffodils." James smiled back, remembering that they were her favorite flowers, and that Greg had probably sent her roses.
Brow scrunching, Lisa frowned, "You did send me daffodils." She looked suspicious.
"I mean, so many daffodils that your office will flood with them, and you'll need House's old cane to use as a paddle to row through them." He recovered smoothly, and earned another smile from Lisa.
"I don't need flowers." Lisa gave him a shy look, "All I want is you."
"You've had me for years, Lisa." He gave her a goofy grin.
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"I love my flowers." Allison snuggled against her husband. "They're beautiful."
"I'm glad you like them." He planted a kiss on her forehead as they curled together on the sofa, watching a rerun of General Hospital. A stack of files Allison should have been working on were piled on his desk; she could find time to do them later, when she was less distracted by her gorgeous hubby.
"I love you."
"Love you too." His head leaned against hers as one arm casually slid around her waist and cupped her belly. Allison's heart swelled at the gentle action, one that assured her that his words of love were not only directed at herself.
"You're amazing." She sighed, lacing her fingers with his over her still flat abdomen. "For as often as you pretended to hate kids..."
"I never said I hated them." He frowned a bit, "I just never showed any particular interest in them." Thinking for a moment he smiled, erasing the creases his earlier frown had made, "Until we went to your parents' home over the summer and I met your entire family. I saw you holding those babies and part of me started wondering."
"Wondering what?" She twisted a bit to look at him with a knowing leer.
"You know what."
"Aw," Allison pouted, turning to lie on her stomach, "don't be so mean. I wanna hear you say it."
With a devilish grin, her husband submitted, "Wondered what it would be like to imbed you with some parasites."
"That's sick!" Allison gave him a shove, slightly disgusted, but still not so much that she wanted to lose his warmth. After all, the large amount of windows really didn't secure the insulation of heat; which made his office particularly cold in comparison to the rest of offices. "I've always wondered why your department is the only one to be entirely comprised of windows." Her brow furrowed at that epiphany.
"So Cuddy can keep an eye on me, and I can keep an eye on her cleavage-",p "Stop that!" She swatted her husband's chest. "Pretty soon, my breasts are gonna get huge and you can ogle them instead of our boss's!"
Before Greg could snidely respond to that statement, the balcony door flung open and a very confused Wilson came rushing in.
"I don't know what I was thinking!" He yelled.
"Imagine that," Greg leered, "I don't know what you're thinking either."
"You!" He shouted, pointing at Greg, "What the fuck were you thinking!?"
"Well, it's not like it was planned." Greg was wondering how Wilson had possibly found out about the pregnancy. God help Foreman if he was the one who had blabbed.
"I should kill you for this, you know?" Wilson began to pace.
"I don't see why." Greg still hadn't risen from his spot on the couch, and Allison was just as stationary despite her own confused look.
"You don't see... It's a mother fucking miracle, House doesn't see!" Wilson raised his hands heavenward.
"Why do you always give Him all the credit?" Greg jabbed his index finger upward, referring to the Man Up Stairs. "After all, I did all the work."
"Ahem." Allison coughed pointedly.
"Love, we're not sure which time did it, it could've been that time we were on the couch. And in all honesty, if it was; then you didn't do very much."
"Wait..." Wilson held up his hands, "What?"
"We don't know when she got pregnant?" Greg offered, "You know we do it like rabbits, it's practically impossible to give all the credit to a single coupling-"
"You're pregnant?" Wilson gawked at the young woman who still sat half on the couch, and half on her husband.
"You didn't know? I thought that's what all of this was about..." Greg's brow furrowed. "Honey, we're really not doing a good job on keeping this a secret."
"At least Foreman gets to live another day." Allison pointed out.
"True."
"So what is it you're blaming my husband for, if not implanting his seed in my womb?" Allison asked rather blatantly, and making Wilson get an involuntary shudder and a wave of nausea quite similar to when he'd walked in on them screwing on this very couch.
"Why did you send Lisa flowers!?" Wilson finally demanded of his friend after he'd managed to scrape the bruising mental image of the two of them.
"Uh, I didn't..." Greg was now once again confused.
"I did." Allison raised her hand. "You two were sulky." She shrugged.
"And you two are turning into each other." Wilson pointed at them.
"Well, you obviously weren't going to let your balls drop long enough to do it." Greg pointed out.
"Is this something to do with the last name House?" Wilson accused, "Is this where all of this nosey intruding manifests?"
"Ha, you're one to talk about intruding." Allison laughed.
"No argument on that one." Greg agreed. "Besides, what happened?"
Wilson blushed a bit, "We're going on a date this Saturday."
"Well, there you go then." Allison glared, "What's the problem?"
"The problem is, I don't even know what that note said!" The oncologist moaned.
"It said, "Give it a chance." Does that help?" Allison informed him. "I didn't even have them put your name... So, technically, I did send them to her from you. She just assumed that they were from you. Which, if you think about it, is kinda cool, 'cause that means she was hoping that they were from you and not necessarily-"
"Babbling." House murmured.
"You could have told me you were doing it. I didn't even know what flowers you sent her, so I almost completely blew it!" Wilson flopped into one of the spare chairs.
"Did she catch on?" Greg asked.
"No."
"Then what's the big deal? You've got a date, we've got three babies on the way. Isn't life grand?" Allison smiled lazily as Greg ran his fingers through her hair with nimble playing.
"Th-three?" Wilson gaped for a moment. "Triplets? Oh my God!"
"There you go giving Him all the credit again." Greg rolled his eyes, "And if I think about it," he narrowed his eyes at his wife, "you give him a lot of credit too. I hear "Oh my, God" a lot more then "Oh my, Greg". What's up with that?"
Allison smiled widely at that statement, "You're free to try and adjust my orgasm vocabulary." She offered, a sultry grin on her lips.
"I'm leaving. Seeing the two of you this happy is slightly nauseating. Happy Greg equals unfortunate events to come." Wilson got up and made an escape out the balcony door.
"You know, he's right..." Allison frowned, "We always manage to get shit dumped on us when we're actually happy."
"What are the odds of me having another aneurysm?" Greg pondered.
"I don't feel like doing the math. But pretty low." Allison sighed. "But triplets is almost always automatically labeled as a high risk pregnancy-"
"Shh, don't think like that."
"Gregory House trying to get me to be an optimist? Where's the fire and brimstone?" Allison joked, scratching the top of his head and mussing up his hair.
"There's actually a study about negative thoughts influencing the outcome-"
"Blah blah blah. Yes, I know all about self-fulfilling prophecies." Allison rolled her eyes.
"If there's nothing more I can do for you than to be optimistic, then I'll do it."
"Mm, you can coddle me all you want." She sighed, nuzzling against him.
"Be prepared for unfathomable amounts of coddling." He assured, giving her jugular a playful nip. "You're going to be so coddled you'll beg me to go on that Florida trip by myself."
"Oh my, Greg, I love you so much." Allison murmured in his ear in a teasing breath.
Nodding, Greg kissed her cheek, "Now that's sounding a lot more like it."
TBC
A/N- Thanks for waiting- Please review:D-Andi