Title: Parasitic
Chapter Five: Mundane
On their way home from work, Allison and Greg stopped by the grocery store. Mundane, yes, but still necessary.
Perusing the shelves, Allison leaned heavily against the grocery cart as her husband continued to toss obscene amounts of junk food into the cart. For once she didn't object, because everything looked irresistibly delicious!
"Grab the mint ones too!" Allison whined when Greg tossed a box of oreos into the cart.
"I like this." He commented, tossing a box of the mint oreos in as well, "I'm not the only one jonesing for junk food anymore." Greg wrapped his arms around Allison's waist and curled his chest against her back as they walked awkwardly down the aisle.
When they reached the beverage aisle, Allison went to pick up a case of water, but was immediately halted by Greg. Quickly, he picked it up and tossed it into the cart.
"Ooh, I like being spoiled." She commented in a teasing tone.
"You're not picking up anything over ten pounds if I can help it." Greg told her as he sidled once again behind her. Allison's eyes shut gently as she leaned against the handle of the grocery cart, feeling the warmth of her husband's body against her. "If I could, I'd carry you everywhere."
"Aw, someone's getting over protective." Allison cooed playfully. "Does this mean you're going to hold out on sex? Since I'm so delicate and everything." She teased.
"Maybe." Allison looked horrified, "It won't last long, but I might try it."
She laughed. "You scared me for a minute," Allison bucked her hips backwards to press against his, "I almost believed you."
Shivering at her thrust, and the tightening it caused in his jeans, Greg let his hands trail down to her hips. They swayed with the figure-eight pattern that women managed to shashay their asses with. The way her hips moved was alluring all by itself. He could get hard just watching her walk.
"I know what you're thinking..." Allison teased, turning her back against the handbar of the grocery cart.
"Oh?"
"Mmmhmm." Allison nodded, still walking backwards and pushing the cart with her elbows that were propped on the bar. "You were thinking about my ass."
"Only because it was pressing against my dick." Greg teased, sliding his hands down her hips and back to cup her bottom. "Can't blame me."
"No," she sighed, "can't blame you." She squirmed a bit when his hands tickled over her thighs. "No tickling!" She squealed, ducking under his arms and out of his embrace to escape his torturous fingers. Greg abandoned the grocery cart and gave chase to his wife, but he needn't have bothered. Allison stood, frozen, in front of a freezer, gazing longingly at the ice cream.
"A bit early for cravings?" Greg teased.
"I really, really want that." Allison still stared at the belgian chocolate ice cream.
"Then get it." Her husband shrugged, reaching to tug the door open.
"I need to put on good weight, Greg! Not a bunch of empty calories that's just going to clog my arteries!" She whined, trying to push the freezer door closed.
"Mmm, chocolate ice cream." He teased, leaning against her until she was pressed against the cool door, "I want it too." Greg kissed her nose quickly as he flung the freezer door open and snagged a carton.
"You're evil. You just want me to get fat quicker."
"Baby, you're carrying triplets; you're going to get huge regardless of what I feed you-"
SMACK!!
"You're mean a husband!" She wailed as her open palm collided with the back of his head.
"Ow!" He said pointedly, rubbing his head, "And you're a model spouse? I want to file abuse charges!"
"I'm pregnant!" Her eyes began to tear.
"And that legalizes physical assault?" Greg asked, the note of humor evident in his voice.
"But-but..." With a short wail, Allison flung her arms around her husband's neck, "I'm sorry!"
"Oh, shit, this is the mood swings they talk about on the pregnancy warning label, isn't it?" He ran his hands up and down her back. Her head nodded against his chest, "So, is playful sarcasm strictly prohibited against me, or is everyone included?" He teased.
"Just you." She sniffled, "And Lisa's not allowed to wear perfume." She recalled the gut wrenching effects of her boss's scent.
"And what shall we deny the Dark One, and Jimmy boy?" Greg tossed the carton of ice cream into the grocery cart.
"Hmm, Wilson's not allowed to lecture me, and Foreman..." She scrunched up her lips to the corner in thought, "Isn't allowed to bad mouth you." Allison grinned childishly before coiling her arms about his neck, "And your soul responsibility is babying me." She finished playfully. "Got that?"
"Got it. No sarcasm; and beckon call role." He nodded. "So does that mean that I should put on an apron and duct tape my mouth shut?"
Allison pouted.
"Sarcasm isn't going anywhere, honey." Greg smirked, "Can't do anything about that." He gave a shrug before dropping to his knees.
Allison blushed when he leaned his forehead against her stomach.
"Besides," he nuzzled her tummy, planting gentle kisses over the fabric of her shirt, "best get the little ones ready for their exit. I'd hate to leave them unprepared to meet my scathing comments."
Ruffling his hair, Allison smiled wide. "You're adorable!" She cooed as his hands ran up the backs of her thighs and he hooked his chin against her belt to look up at her.
"Yeah, well don't get used to it." He used the grocery cart to help him stand back up. His leg may have become more cooperative than it had once been, but that didn't mean it was up to the task of rising from the ground in a fluid motion. Allison caught his frown.
"What?" She asked simply at the look he had on his face while they continued walking around the grocery store.
"What, what?" Greg's frown deepened.
"You've got that look." Allison watched him as he leaned against the grocery cart.
"Which look would that be?"
"How about trying to be a little more evasive?" She snarked.
"Woah! No more mood fluctuations tonight, please?"
"Then answer me."
With a weary sigh, and a quick, contemplative wonderment if he could survive roughly eight months with a hot and cold Allison, Greg replied, "Just thinking is all."
"About?"
"Raising kids." He crossed his arms while he leaned against the handrail of the cart. "Wondering if I'm going to be able to be a good dad. Bizar really." He frowned for a moment, "Never thought I'd be a dad, and now I'm going to be a father of three?" He shook his head, "I'm not sure I was ready for it... Then again, considering what a relic I am; I guess I was running out of time."
Allison whacked him over the back, "You're not a relic." Then with an adorable smile, she leaned heavily against him like a tired child, "You want to go home and show me just how spry you still are?" She teased, wrapping her arms around his slim waist.
"You're not feeling too nauseas?" He asked carefully.
"For once, no." She laughed as they continued to throw the last of the odds and ends that were essential for them to survive the next few days on.
"Then I gladly accept that offer." Greg grinned at her, his devilish smile causing a flush to rise in her cheeks. "Glad to know I can still make you blush like that."
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Arriving home, Allison scurried to the bedroom, leaving her husband to unpack the groceries. Anxious to join her, Greg dropped the bags on the counter and only bothered to put away the refrigerated and frozen items. It was actually more tedious than he thought, for the bagger at the store had managed to throw various cold items in different bags, and Greg ended up having to go through every single one before he could leave the rest to sit on the counter top until morning. He'd already wasted a good ten minutes hunting down all the groceries, and he'd be damned if he'd waste any more time.
His task complete, Greg quickly walked to the bedroom, and much to his disappointment, Allison had fallen asleep already. He couldn't blame her, for he was well aware of the fatigue her body was experiencing, but he couldn't help the inkling of disappointment. Pulling off his clothes, Greg slid under the blankets and hugged Allison close to him.
In her early stages of sleep, Allison curled onto her side, her arm flopping around his waist. Smiling to himself, Greg nuzzled his face against her hair and breathed her in. She still smelled like honey and almonds to him, a warming scent, comforting even. With a yawn, Greg fell asleep, lulled into a similar fatigue by her gentle fragrance.
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Flopping onto Wilson's couch, Greg let out a wide yawn.
"Wow, you're here on time." Wilson laughed as his friend let his eyes drift shut. "What's wrong?"
"Allison kept me up all night." He replied tiredly. "She's feeling sore all over, and every time she woke up she'd run away to the bathroom and throw up."
"Jeez," Wilson shook his head, "poor girl. She keeps it up and she'll be put on an IV just to put some fluids back into her body."
Nodding his head, Greg didn't even realize he'd fallen asleep until he was abruptly awoken by the continuous swatting of a file onto his head.
"I've got a patient coming in for a consult in ten minutes. You've gotta leave." Wilson said gently, not nearly as stern as he would had he not been empathizing with his friend.
"Right. I'll go sleep in my own office." Greg stretched, wondering if his wife hadn't already commandeered his couch.
When he hopped over the balcony rail, he was slightly agitated to find Allison slumbering on his couch. Groaning, he went to his chairs and pulled them together. Sitting on one, he flopped his feet on the other and quickly fell back asleep.
"Nap time in the diagnostics department?" Chase's voice broke through Greg's nap.
"If someone isn't dying, you will be soon." Greg growled, opening one eye slightly to glare at his subordinate.
The Aussie grimaced, "We've got a patient." He assured, holding out the file. "Cam-... Allison still feeling under the weather?" He pointed at his boss's wife.
"Yeah, she can't shake it." Greg snatched the file away and glanced at it.
"Maybe she's pregnant." Chase teased, but quickly went somber at his boss's glare. "Or uh... Patient?" He gestured to the folder that Greg was still reading, trying to change the subject.
"Congratulations, you've successfully managed to save your testicles." Greg flung the file at Chase and clambered out of his makeshift bed. "You're getting much better at redirecting the subject. If only we could manage to teach you to avoid saying things that would make that tool necessary. Well, another year, another lesson." Rubbing his eyes, he went into the main section of the department where Foreman was sitting.
When Allison awoke, she felt much better, and luckily, no wave of nausea hit her. With a rested sigh, Allison went into the department to find her former co-workers figuring out a new case.
"Feeling better?" Foreman asked sympathetically.
She nodded, "Yeah, how long was I out?" Allison asked rubbing her eyes.
"A good three hours." Chase smirked, "Glad to know you're getting paid to sleep."
"We're paid on salary, Chase, I'm getting paid whether I'm asleep or not." Allison leered, "Not too mention, they pay you to use your brain, and we've yet to witness that."
"Woah!" Foreman laughed, "Can I shake your hand?" He stood up, arm outstretched.
"I make fun of him all day, and you never shake my hand." Greg said pointedly.
"But it's Cameron!" Foreman pointed out.
"..."
"Mrs. Dr. House." Foreman corrected at the simultaneous waiting looks from both Allison and Greg. "Damn it, why couldn't you have kept your name?" He whined, "I can't call you Cameron anymore, and I have been for nearly three years! Hell, I don't even think I know your first name anymore!"
"Now that's just sad." Greg rolled his eyes.
"But true." Chase nodded.
"You slept with me, and you can't remember my first name?" Allison quirked an eyebrow.
"Can we please not bring up the nauseating reminder that my subordinate has fucked my wife?" Greg looked ready to throw up.
"I wouldn't call it that." Allison's brow furrowed.
"Made love to?" Chase offered.
"Definitely wouldn't call it that either." Allison couldn't surpress the shiver in her spine.
"Left gravely dissatisfied?" Foreman offered.
Greg and Allison pointed at Foreman, "That fits perfectly!" Allison cried.
Chase nudged Foreman, "I thought you were suppose to be on my side!" He whined.
"What gave you that idea?" The neurologist grimaced.
"Alliances aside, where are we with diagnosing this patient?" Greg tried to get back on track.
"Baby, I'm gonna go get some paperwork done." Allison kissed Greg's cheek, "See you in a couple of hours for lunch." She said, sauntering out of the department.
Greg smiled at the sway of her hips. He could watch her ass all day if he could.
"Patient?" Foreman brought his boss back to the real world.
"Oh... Right. What was our latest symptom?"
TBC
A/N- No worries, there will be more plot development in the next chapter! I promise!!!!!-Andi