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Pregnancy Test

Chase didn't say anything to House on the drive back to their apartment, knowing that House needed time to think. He turned on the lights as they walked into their apartment, not sure if House was actually going to talk about what happened at his parents' house.

"I'm sorry about my mother." House mumbled as he closed the door behind him, causing Chase to give him a quizzical look.

"You don't have to apologize for her behavior, Greg. She obviously doesn't approve of me, but—"

"She approves of you, she just doesn't approve of us getting married." House said shortly as he sat down on the couch.

Chase slowly walked over to him and sat down carefully, not sure if House wanted space. But he was relieved when he felt House wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him closer. Resting his head on House's shoulder, Chase wrapped an arm around House's middle, enjoying the warmth the older man provided.

"But I don't understand why your mother disapproves of our marriage more than your father. Mothers are usually the more accepting parent when it comes to anything involving their children." Chase said as he stared at the coffee table.

"In most cases, that's true. But my mother is a very close-minded woman."

"I still think she doesn't like me."

"She probably liked you at first, but when she found out we were getting married…her opinion about you probably changed." Chase sighed. "But it doesn't matter if she likes you or not." Chase looked up at him.

"I don't want to have a bad relationship with my future mother-in-law, Greg." House shrugged lightly.

"Well I know you'll have a very good relationship with your future father-in-law." Chase chuckled as he snuggled into House's chest.

"Your father's a good man; I can definitely see which parent you resemble the most." House looked down at Chase's blonde hair, smiling. Silence fell between before House felt his anger return at the thought of his mother. He sighed deeply and buried his face in Chase's hair.

"Your mother will just have to accept the fact that she's not going to get grandchildren from us, Greg. Whether we have children or not is our business and decision, not hers." Chase said shortly, tightening his grip around House's middle.

"Plus it's too early to decide whether or not we want mini-Houses." Chase chuckled and looked up.

"'Mini-Houses'?" House shrugged.

"I could've said 'homes', but not all homes are smaller than houses." Chase rolled his eyes and laid his head back on House's shoulder. His green-blue eyes drifted to his wedding ring and he felt a smile spread across his face. Before he had gotten into the car to drive back here, John gave him his phone number…

Maybe he should give House's father a call…

Just for grins.

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He sat in his seat by the conference table, chewing the tip of his pencil as he stared at his puzzle. He wasn't really paying attention to the puzzle in front of him, instead he was waiting impatiently for his phone to ring from its place on the table.

Please ring, Phone.

His phone vibrated.

Chase turned to look at it with confusion. His phone rang when he asked it too…something told him that that is not going to be the only odd incident of the day. He picked it up.

"Robert Chase."

"Hello Robert," John said brightly, causing Chase to smile and stand. "I must make a confession." Chase raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? And what would this confession be?" Cameron and Foreman stared at him with confusion as he left the room.

"I'm lost." Chase chuckled.

"Where are you?" There was a pause.

"By the front door." Chase laughed as he stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the first floor.

"There are signs around the hospital telling people where the departments are." John sighed exasperatedly.

"I know." Chase laughed again as he shook his head, stepping out of the elevator.

"I'll see you in a minute."

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"Where's Chase?" House asked when he walked into the conference room, noticing that his blonde fiancée wasn't there. Cameron and Foreman looked up at him.

"He was here a few minutes ago, but he left." Cameron said as House hooked his cane on the board.

"He said something about a confession." Foreman added, making House raise an eyebrow.

"Any idea where he went?" Cameron and Foreman shook their heads.

"I saw him take an elevator downstairs somewhere." Wilson said, leaning against the wall behind him.

"What are you doing here, Wilson?" Cameron asked, House wondering the same thing. Wilson shrugged his shoulders and smiled lightly.

"Just because."

Chase came by his office that morning and told him to go to the conference room around this time. When Wilson asked him why, the blonde simply said that House's daddy was coming for a visit. House was going to say something when he saw Chase open the door, smiling coyly at him.

"Where have you been?" He asked as Chase looked back over his shoulder.

"Greg, you're going to have to trust Robert to let him go wherever he wants too." His father said as he and Chase walked into the room. House sighed deeply.

"What are you doing here?" House asked, placing a hand on the board.

"Robert told me to come here." John said defensively. House narrowed his eyes slightly at Chase.

"Why?" Chase smiled.

"I just want to hear stories about you as a kid and I'm sure everyone else do as well." House rolled his eyes as John chuckled and sat in the seat that Chase had occupied earlier.

"Where to begin?"

"The end." House butted in, not believing that Chase had called his father to come to the hospital. He wasn't angry…just surprised…and embarrassed.

"I remember every time we had snow, Greg would take a trashcan lid and snowboard off the roof."

"Everyone was doing it!" House cried exasperatedly.

"But not everyone ended up in the hospital." John said pointedly. Chase bit his lip to try to hide his smile.

"I want to hear something embarrassing." Chase pressed, smiling widely. House scoffed.

"Do you remember Emma Cryson, Greg?" House sighed deeply as he glared at the carpet, knowing that his father would continue the story despite anything he said.

"Yeah." Chase raised an eyebrow. John chuckled as he leaned back in his seat.

"Every time Greg's mother or I would take him to the store, we made sure that he got lost."

"Excellent parenting tactic." House butted in.

"It was to increase your independence." John said defensively, smiling lightly. "Anyway, I took Greg to the store one day and I lost him."

"I got lost in the store and after looking everywhere for you, I found you. The end." House said, obviously not wanting his father to finish the story.

"Hush." Chase said, smiling and looking back at John.

"After I finished my shopping, I took the bags to the car and walked back into the store to look for Greg."

"You left him in the store by himself? How old was he?" Cameron asked incredulously as John shrugged.

"He was about seven years old at this point." John said nonchalantly. "I looked all over the store for him and I eventually found him. He was sitting in an aisle with another girl from our street." John chuckled. Chase briefly glanced at House and smiled when he saw that his lover had his head behind the board in a futile attempt to hide.

"What were they doing?" Wilson asked, also noticing that House was hiding his head behind the board.

"Well first off, they were in the…uh…feminine product aisle." John twiddled his fingers. Chase, Wilson, and Foreman laughed. Cameron blushed. House let out a loud moan of despair.

"What were they doing?" Chase asked after regaining his breath.

"I'm glad you asked, Robert."

"I'm not." House grumbled.

"Greg had his back to me and as I walked up behind them and looked down at what they were doing, I saw that they had opened a box and were…examining its contents."

"We were seven!" House said loudly, still hiding behind the board.

"Seven year olds, especially boys, should not be examining what a pregnancy test is for! Not only that," He looked up at Chase, "Emma was a very smart girl,"

"Oh God." Cameron said quietly, shaking her head.

"So Emma was teaching Greg what a pregnancy test is for and it appeared like Greg didn't understand what she was saying, so she provided a demonstration."

"What?" They cried at the top of the voices, but John laughed lightly.

"Using her spit."

"She…spat on a pregnancy test?" Cameron asked carefully as John nodded.

"Sure did and Greg mimicked what she was doing."

"So…" Chase looked over at the man hiding behind the board as he felt his smile widen. He quietly walked over to the other side of the board and looked brightly at House. "You incorrectly used a pregnancy test?"

"It didn't turn blue! We were seven years old!" Chase laughed and poked House on the forehead with his finger and straightened back up, looking over at John.

"What happened afterwards?"

"I took Greg home, told his mother what he did, and she gave him the full rundown of that test is all about."

House glared at the carpet as he remembered the visit to his parents' house two weeks ago. He was still furious about what his mother had said and how she behaved.

He is going to get married.

He is marrying the person he loves.

He is happy.

And she is angry.

His glare deepened and he suddenly realized that his father was talking to him. He pulled his head out from behind the board and looked at him. Chase and his father knew what he was thinking about.

Damnit.

"Greg, have you spoken to your mother recently?" His father asked carefully, receiving a glare. House unhooked his cane from the board.

"No, and I have no intention to either."

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Alright Gang,

This was more of a filler chapter. ^^;

If you live up North (I used to), then I'm also sure that you used something to snowboard/sled down the roof of your house…if you could get to the roof.

As always, patience and reviews/PMs would be appreciated!

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