** Thanks for continuing to review!! It really motivates me to write :-) Also, is there some kind of procedure to follow if you're upset about someone blatantly copying text from your story and putting it in their own? I mean, I know there isn't exactly a law against it, but I know that I don't appreciate someone copying my words and acting like what they wrote is theirs. Which reminds me, another periodic disclaimer! I own nothing, I am borrowing from David Shore & Company!

P.S.- Who else totally wants to punch Lucas in the face, and thinks that Cuddy needs a serious wake-up call? And how adorable was House last night?? All of it made me want to cry! Just my two cents on 6x7...

Cuddy walked into work the following Monday morning feeling physically better than she had in weeks. Thanks to the magic of Zofran, she was starting to eat and sleep more like a normal person again, and therefore her energy level had improved. She had barely laid her purse and keys down on the desk in her office when the phone rang.

"Dr. Cuddy," she answered in a professional tone.

"Hey, it's me," Wilson's voice responded from the other end. "I'm glad you're here… we need to talk. Can I come down to your office?"

"Sure, I just walked in… hurry up and come down before everyone figures out I'm back and starts piling me with work," Cuddy said hurriedly.

"Be right down."

While she waited for Wilson, Cuddy rifled through all of the memos and files that had found their way to her inbox when she had been gone on Friday. Three of the memos close to the top had to do with complaints made by disgruntled clinic patients who had been recently treated by House. Cuddy shook her head as she put those particular papers aside until she would have a chance to talk to the legal department. As she was getting back to the rest of the papers, Wilson came right through her doors without knocking and sat down in one of the chairs opposite hers.

"You may have a problem on your hands," Wilson said matter-of-factly, wasting no time in getting to the point. "House has been turning the hospital upside down since Friday trying to find out what's wrong with you."

"When I talked to you on Friday you said he seemed pretty convinced about the gastroenteritis," Cuddy responded, a frown spreading across her face.

"Well, that was around lunch, and I didn't see him for the rest of the day. I didn't hear about anything else until I came in this morning," Wilson continued, the worried look on Cuddy's face only worsening the more he spoke. "Cameron came and found me first thing and said House tracked her down on Friday afternoon, and of course she said nothing, but one of the loose-lipped student nurses in the ER told him about Myron coming down there to see you."

Cuddy groaned as she lay her head down on her desk. She should have known that something like this was bound to happen. Outside of a junior high school cafeteria, the only place more gossip-laden seemed to be their hospital.

"Well, I'll just say she's a concerned friend," Cuddy said simply, sitting back up and resting her chin on the palms of her propped-up hands.

"No good," Wilson countered. "Cameron already went that route, and I guess House wasn't buying." He hesitated for a second, and then continued, "Lisa, maybe you should just get it over with and tell him and everybody else that you're pregnant. I know that's not how you wanted to handle it, but everyone sees and hears everything around this place, and coming clean about it might just make your life easier in the end."

Cuddy thought for a minute about Wilson's take on the situation. The guy did have a point. Outside of actual patient information, nothing was sacred at Princeton-Plainsborough. While Cuddy didn't want to share her news with anyone yet, her main issue with outing her secret was that the outing of the father probably wouldn't fall far behind. And that, Cuddy realized, was something she was not yet ready to do.

"I just can't do it right now, James," Cuddy finally uttered very quietly. "I don't want to say anything until I absolutely have to, because I'm just not mentally prepared for all of the endless questions about the father."

Wilson had been waiting for just such an opportunity to get some more information from Cuddy on that very subject, so he seized it now that she had brought it up.

"You haven't even told me about that part yet, so I guess that makes sense," he began cautiously.

"I haven't told anyone, so don't feel too bad about it, James," Cuddy answered sardonically, turning her chair so that her back was to him. "I guess I'm not a big fan of advertising the fact that I got knocked up from a one-night stand."

"Hey, I'm sorry… I didn't meant to push you, Lisa," Wilson apologized sincerely. "I can't even begin to understand what must be going through your head right now."

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," Cuddy sighed warily, turning her chair back around. "But you need to give me some space on this. If I decide I want to talk about it, I'll be sure to let you know."

"Even if you don't talk to me, I wish you would talk to someone," Wilson advised, genuinely concerned. "Even if you drive all the way to New York and find yourself a shrink that's never heard of you, it might give you the tools to feel more comfortable about the situation."

Cuddy sighed heavily. Wilson meant well, but she had a feeling that all the therapy in the world couldn't help her cope with the fact that House was the father of her child.

"I'll think about it," she said, assuming a more professional tone. "Now I really have to get back to work," Cuddy added, hoping that Wilson would take the hint and go back to his own office.

"Ok, but while you're doing your work you might want to think up an explanation for Myron coming to see you in the ER," Wilson warned as he got up and walked toward the door. "When House finally decides to grace the hospital with his presence today, I have a feeling he'll be finding a reason to come and visit you."

As Wilson made his way back to his office, he couldn't get Cuddy's aversion to discussing the baby's father out of his head. Cuddy hadn't been in any kind of relationship to speak of in nearly a year, so he had figured as much that the pregnancy had resulted from a one-time situation. It made sense that she would be a little embarrassed, but Cuddy seemed almost to the point of compulsion that it be kept a secret. Especially from House. Wilson had a busy day ahead of him, though, and decided to put his thoughts on the subject on the back burner for the time being.