House had only been gone four days and was able to join the team in diagnosing the new patient. Lisa asked House how Fiona was . The shooting and recovery of the violins had made world news. House had been credited, rightfully with saving Fiona.

"Nice work Superman." Lisa said as she entered House's office a few minutes after he got into the hospital. "Just don't go getting into these situations again."

"Talk to the broad...she's got a deathwish."

"How's her arm, is she going to be able to play?"

"Yeah, but we don't know how well yet."

"Tell her I will stop by and see her soon." She started out of the office and then stopped, "House, putting your life at risk for someone else is usually something you do for someone you love. How do you feel about Fiona?"

"We're having a good time together. That's all I have to say about it. Thanks for your concern."

"Behave. She's had it rough lately."

Over the next three months Fiona had a personal trainer come in and help her build up the muscle in her arm and to work out the rest of her body. House had practically moved into her apartment including having a key to the apartment that she had given him. She would cook for him, clean his clothes, pick up after him and of course have sex on demand. She didn't mind any of it for now. She had never had a relationship like this and it was all new and fun for her. Since she was injured the concerts had been canceled and she didn't have to worry about touring. She was practicing but it was still uncomfortable. Her agent was going crazy. Fiona hadn't made him any money for quite some time.

"When can we plan your next tour?" Jon asked.

"I'd say January." She plopped herself down into the chair.

"You look relaxed these days." He said. He had known Fiona for fifteen years and she had always been wired, rather edgy, as if she couldn't sit down or relax for a moment.

"I guess I am. It's nice to not have any commitments or have to be somewhere.

June arrived at PPTH and in a few days it would be House's birthday. Wilson and House had taken their trays and were sitting next to the wall in the cafeteria. Wilson watched as House ate a cheeseburger and french fries.

Wilson was observing his friend, "You're putting on weight." House gave him a dirty look. "No, it's not bad. You were getting really thin but you look a little healthier now. Domestic life suits you."

"She's not a bad cook."

"When is she going on tour?"

"January." House was chewing his cheeseburger with vigor.

Wilson looked down at his salad and thought to himself that he hadn't seen House so content. It was good to see him enjoying something for once. He wondered how long it would last.

"You're going to have to buy all new clothes if you continue to gain weight. Maybe for your birthday we can all pitch in and buy you a new belt to go around your new girth."

"Yeah and maybe I can find a new muzzle for that mouth."

"What are you doing for your birthday?"

House shrugged his shoulders.

"What do you want for your birthday? I'm thinking slippers and a pipe? Or soap on a rope and an electric drill?"

"Laugh, but at least I'm getting some. What are you getting?" House asked.

"That reminds me, are you guys going to Cuddy's engagement party?"

"She's been engaged for over a month so I don't understand why we're just now getting around to celebrating it." he looked around, observing the coming and going of the staff, "Yeah, we're going."

"Want me to pick you guys up? I'm taking Cameron."

House almost choked on his cheeseburger. "A date?"

"I asked her if she would like to go with me and she said yes."

" are a poor substitute for me. You aren't even broody or ...well you are damaged...I guess you'll do."

"Look, usually Cameron and I get along except when Tritter was around. I thought maybe it might be nice to go together."

House threw his hands up, "Hey it's your funeral. Just remember, if she calls you Greg when you're having sex it's not my fault. I think we'll take out own transportation...let you have some alone time with Allison." House chuckled.

House got home to his apartment, grabbed some clothes and books and made his way upstairs. He opened the door but the apartment was quiet. He looked around and found Fiona fast asleep in the bedroom. She looked so small and sweet laying on the bed. He closed the door and went into the kitchen and got himself a beer and started watching television. An hour went by and she finally emerged from the bedroom. Her hair was a little messed up and she looked groggy. She came over to the sofa and crawled up next to him and put her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her. They watched television for a few more minutes.

"So you took a nap, how long were you asleep?"

"I laid down to read at 4:00 p.m., what time did you get home?"

"4:30. Are we eating in or going out?" He asked.

"Let's get a pizza."

"Ok, I'll call it in. I know, everything but anchovies...right?"


"Cuddy's engagement party is Saturday. I assume we're going?" He asked.

"Yes, I thought you'd want to. When I went down to pick you up I stopped in to see her. She's so happy and so much in love. You know he bought her a puppy! He got her a pound puppy...isn't that sweet. He has all this money to buy any breed but he brings her home a puppy that needed a home. She named it McSteamy."

"You know, this is the third time I've come home and you've been asleep in the afternoon." He said.

"I know. I'm getting lazy. I did my physical therapy, a load of washing and I practiced for two hours. I just can't seem to find the energy to do anything more. You know, we're both putting on weight."

"Yeah, so I've been told and told and told."

"On you it looks good. On me I'll be chubby in a few more weeks. I guess tomorrow I'll have to talk to Raymond about doing more exercises."

"More sex. We need to have more sex. You don't eat when you're having sex and we'll be exercising."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I don't think I can take any more sex. You have a voracious appetite." She laughed.

"I think I need to go to sexual addiction rehab..."

"Sometimes Gregory House, you can be very romantic." She kissed his cheek and he fondled her breast. "Cute." She removed his hand and he smirked. She motioned for him to get up, "I'm hungry. Order that pizza."

He got up and ordered the pizza while she grabbed the remote and changed the channel. He sat back down, grabbed the remote control back and changed it back to the golf channel.

"Boring." She got up and went into the kitchen to get a glass of ice tea.

He heard her drop the glass and cry out, "Owww."

He grabbed his cane and went into the kitchen. She was sitting in the chair holding her foot which was bleeding from a cut. He grabbed a paper towel and sopped the blood so he could see the cut. It wasn't deep enough to need stitches.

"Where do you keep the antiseptic and bandages?"

"Under the bathroom sink." She pouted.

He went and got a washcloth, antiseptic and bandages. He came out and took care of her foot. While he was cleaning the wound he looked up at her face and it hit him. His stomach flipped and he swallowed hard; he was in love with her. It just dawned on him how much he would miss her when she was on tour.

She saw something in his face as he looked up. Something extremely tender, especially for House. There was no anger, no cynicism, no pain-- just kindness and gentleness. She smiled at him. He finished bandaging her and then got the broom and swept up the glass, threw it away. Reaching down, he kissed her lightly on her lips. The doorbell rang and House went to the door to get the pizza while Fiona got down two plates and some paper towels. He grabbed another beer and poured some tea into a glass for her. They went back out to the couch, ate their pizza and watched Tiger make par.

House wasn't sure what to do with his feelings. He wasn't good at expressing them and he wasn't good at dealing with them. He figured he would probably blow this relationship like he had blown all of them in the past. He was quiet for the rest of the night, watching tv as Fiona fell asleep on the couch with her head in his lap.

"Wake up sleepy head, time for bed." He shook her shoulder.

"Did I fall asleep?"

"Kind of obvious--you're asleep and this is the couch, not your bed."

She got up and went to bed in a stupor. She fell back to sleep quickly. The next morning he was up again before she was. House dressed and went around to her side of the bed.

"Fiona." He shook her awake.


"Fiona, you need to come in today for a blood test. We need to find out if you are anemic. You're sleeping a lot."

She sat up in bed. "I'm just tired because of the workouts. He has me doing a lot of arm work."

"Don't argue with me, either agree to come in today or I'll drag you in right now."

"I'll come in around noon and you can take me to lunch."


Around noon Fiona wandered into House's office but there was no one around. She sat down in the chair and put her feet up. About ten minutes later House and the team walked in and House looked down and saw Fiona. She was asleep. House poked her with his cane.

"Wake up."

Fiona looked up and smiled. "Hi. Did I fall asleep?"

"Cameron, I need for you to take some blood from Fiona and do an iron test, Serum iron, Ferritin, TIBC, CBC, White blood cell differential count."

"Anemic?" Cameron asked.

"She's sleeping a lot."

"Okay. Come on Fiona, let's go to the lab." Cameron motioned for her to follow.

"Hey, I thought I was going to get lunch?" Fiona asked House.

"You follow the nice doctor and if you're good and don't cry when she sticks you, I'll buy you ice cream in the cafeteria. Now run along." He shooed her out with his hand.

"How do you put up with him?" Cameron asked.

"He's good in bed." Fiona said seriously.

They both started laughing. Cameron took blood and sent the samples to the lab for testing. She asked Fiona, "Could you be pregnant?"

"No, I use the birth control ring."

"It's not the most reliable, especially in the third month, just before you change it."

"It's the only one that doesn't make me sick. I tried the pill and the IUD but I couldn't tolerate either of them."

"You could always make House wear protection."

Fiona started laughing. "That would require some planning and less spontaneity-I don't think that fits Greg's current modus operandi. But why don't you suggest it?"

"I see. Let's get back to the question I asked. When was the last time you had a period?"

"I'm not sure but I had some bleeding a week ago."

"Normal bleeding or spotting?"

"Not normal, I guess spotting. But then, I have been a little stressed and my periods are light when I'm stressed."

"Let's just take the test and find out."

"Cameron, I can't be pregnant."

"Would it be so bad?"

She wasn't sure how much she should share with a woman who was infatuated with the man she was in a relationship with. "I'm not sure how he feels about me. I mean, we get along and we have a good time together, but he's never said how he feels. I wouldn't want to bring a baby into the world without a father. I know it's done all the time, but while I'm on tour the baby would need a Dad."

"If you're pregnant what will you do?"

"First, if I am pregnant, please don't share it with anyone, ok? And to answer your question, I don't know. I wouldn't want to tell Greg because if he said he cared about me, I would be thinking it was just because of the baby."

"Oh, I don't think House will say anything he doesn't mean. He'll let you know the truth, even if it's extremely painful."


"Are you saying you might abort the baby if you're pregnant?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe, I wouldn't want to parent alone. Is that horrible?"

"No. I guess not. But make sure you know for sure how House feels about it before you do anything. I wouldn't want you to regret it."

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Run the tests."

They went back to the office and House was playing Full Metal Jacket on the computer. He barely looked up. "Just a minute...I've got him pinned down."

"You really are just a child, aren't you?" Fiona sighed.

He said nothing. A few seconds later he said, "Fuck." and hit the quit button. He jumped up, looked at Fiona standing by Cameron and said, "We can have a three way on Cuddy's couch or you can have an institutional lunch? I vote for the three way. "

"Mmmm, I can't wait for that institutional mash potatoes. I'm hungry."

"You're picking food over sex? This relationship is doomed. Okay, lead on McDuff, but I warn you, after you have the hospital meatloaf you're gonna wish you had chosen my meatloaf."

"Oh, spare me." She grabbed his hand and they made their way to the elevator. In the elevator he pulled her up to him and gave her a french kiss, much to the horror of the forty year old woman in the elevator and to the amusement of her fifteen year old son.

"Excuse me, but please control yourself." The woman said.

"I'm sorry, did you want me to give you one too? "

The fifteen year old doubled up with laughter. His mom slapped him upside the head.

"You might want to get off on the next floor, I plan on copping a feel." House smiled wickedly.

The elevator door opened and the woman grabbed her son and got off. House and Fiona continued down the floors to the basement. House whispered. "I could stop the elevator and we could make love right here." He was already groping her and kissing her.

"Hold your horses, this old mare is hungry."

"Okay, but don't you dare fall asleep before I get home. I'm having serious sex with you tonight."

They walked into the cafeteria and Lisa Cuddy waved Fiona over to her table.

"Fiona, get your lunch and join us."

Fiona chose a salad, pear and diet coke. House grabbed a Reuben sandwich and french fries. Fiona and House got to the cash register and Fiona looked at House. She then gave him a look that told him to get his wallet out. He responded by scrunching up his face like a child who's been told to clean his room, then pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and picking out a 20 to hand to the cashier.

"Dr. House, you're paying for both trays?" the cashier asked skeptically.


"Both trays?"

"For God Sakes are you deaf?" House asked.

"He said he would buy me lunch." Fiona said sweetly.

"Well, I suppose hell has frozen over." The cashier said as she made change for House.

Fiona laughed at the scowling House and they went over to eat with Lisa.

"Lisa, I'm looking forward to your party tomorrow night. What's the dress code?"

"Cocktail. Yes, I'm very excited. We expect over 200 people tomorrow night. Rivers is rather popular."

Fiona smiled, "You are too."

They ate lunch and talked about the upcoming nuptials.

That night Fiona stayed awake and House had his serious sex. House was the first to fall asleep and Fiona had a chance to watch the snoring House sleep. She wanted to wake him and ask him if all of this was real to him or just a fun romp that would be over as quickly as it started. For some reason she was feeling weepy and worried about the two of them.

The next morning there was a phone call. Fiona woke up and picked the receiver up. "Hello?"

"Fiona. It's Allison."


"Congratulations, you're pregnant."

Fiona said nothing. She thought she was going to pass out. She was dizzy and started sweating.

"Fiona? Are you there? Fiona?"

"Yes, I'm here." she finally said.

"You need to come in and schedule an appointment with an obstetrician."

"Uhhuh. Alright, thanks."

"Okay, I'll let you go, but do get in, okay?"

"Sure." Fiona hung up and laid back down.

An arm came over her breasts and then pulled her towards him. "Who was that?"

"My agent's assistant asking if I'd be interested in doing an interview for a magazine." she tried to sound calm.

He turned to her and raised his arm and kissed her breasts. "These breasts are even more beautiful than usual." He kissed them and then kissed her lips. "What's going on with them?"

"Whenever I gain weight it goes to my breasts first. We need to cut back on our food or up our exercise."

"I have some exercise planned right now. Get on top and we can have you do some jumping jacks."

She slipped on top and he took one look at her and then closed his eyes knowing that if he looked any longer this was going to go too fast. He still couldn't get enough of her smell, the temperature of her body next to his or her laughter after she reached orgasm. The sex was delicious and when it was over she got up to get them something to eat. She brought him breakfast in bed in the nude.

"Now this is how I like my breakfast in bed. Perfect."

"Greg, your birthday is Tuesday. I want to take you out for dinner, okay?"


"I'm going to make reservations for 7:30. Please don't be late."

Saturday night was all about Lisa and Rivers. There was an announcement that the wedding would be in October and that they hoped everyone would save the date. Lisa was wearing a lovely form fitting red satin dress. Rivers was in an Armani suit. Lisa was giddy and drunk on champagne, going from table to table talking to the guests. When she got to House's table she smiled at Fiona.

"Fiona, girl, what are you doing with House? He's never going to love anyone but Stacy. I know where this is going, you're going to wake up a year from now and realize he's never said he loves you...and do you know why? Because he used all his love up on Stacy. Don't get me wrong, I've always had a soft spot for House, but he is never going to be able to give you the love you deserve. Right House? "

House grabbed Lisa's wrist, "You're drunk and you need to go back to your table and sit down." He looked at her and Lisa stared at him in disbelief, "Lisa go sit down."

Lisa left and went back to her table. House looked down at Fiona and could tell she was upset. He reached over and grabbed her hand. It was limp and she couldn't meet his eyes. He knew he should say something reassuring to her, tell her that Lisa was wrong and he did love her, but he couldn't get it to come out. He sat down and looked away from her.

They left early and were silent all the way home. Fiona got ready for bed and went in to brush her teeth. House crawled into bed on his side. She sat in the bathroom on the edge of the tub thinking it all over. She was six weeks pregnant and she needed to make a decision soon. Lisa knew House and she knew Stacy. She knew them when they were a couple and maybe she was right. She had no doubt that House cared about her, but she wasn't sure he loved her. Neither of them had said anything about loving the other. She felt conflicted, but she refused to cry.

Fiona had planned a special evening for House's birthday. She had bought him a new motorcycle, a Harley Davidson Sporster and a special motorcycle jacket to go with it. The reservations were at his favorite restaurant and she had already pre-ordered a birthday cake to be delivered to the table.

House was in the office when the phone rang, he answered, "Greg House."

"Hello Greg." Her voice rang in his head.

"Hello Stacy."

"I thought I would call and wish you a Happy Birthday. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine. What about you?"

"Okay. I think about you. Do you ever think of me?"

"Stacy. Let's not go there. You're still with Mark, right?"

"Yes, but I still..."

"No Stacy, let's not go there, Thanks for the Birthday Wishes."

"Alright." She sounded sad, " Bye Greg."

"Bye Stacy." House was really upset by the phone call. It couldn't have come at a worse time, just a few days after Lisa's remarks. It was a reminder of how much he had failed Stacy and all the people he had cared about. He didn't like the way it made him feel, like a loser, like a freak. He grabbed his keys and walked to Wilson's office.

"Stacy just called, I need a drink. The Triumph?" He asked.

"It's your birthday, don't you have plans with Fiona?" Wilson asked.

"Later tonight...I've got time for a drink. C'mon." House nodded his head towards the street and Wilson got up, took off his lab coat and put on his suit coat, turned off the light in the office and followed House down the hall.

"Wait, I forgot your gift." He ran back in and got the small package and then they left. House rode his motorcycle and Wilson his car down to the local hangout and restaurant, "The Triumph." When they got inside Wilson ordered drinks and handed House his gift.

Inside were two tickets to the Philadelphia Animation Festival for September. They were passes for all three days complete with hotel reservations. House thought it was a great gift. Wildon always managed to buy him a great gift.

"Thanks, you know how much I enjoyed it four years ago. I really appreciate this."

They talked a little about the festival and then Wilson asked him, "What did Stacy want?"

"To say Happy Birthday and tell me she missed me. She wanted to know if I missed her."

"She knows how to pour gasoline on a fire. What did you tell her?"

"Not to go there."

"And after that you decided you needed a drink. So she got to you...she still has a hold on you doesn't she?"

"Gee Dr. Phil, what should I do?"

"House, don't keep going back and trying to make that work. You have a good thing now, don't mess with it."

"Yeah, well how long do you think it will take for me to screw this one up too?"

"You can't think like that. Fiona seems to tolerate your crap better than most. Be grateful."

They both looked up at the television in time to see the Phillies score two runs. They yelled along with other guys in the bar," Yeah...yeah..."

Between the beers, the game and their bantering, House didn't bother to look at his watch. He was having too great a time a great time catching up and having some "boy time" with Wilson. It had been a long time since they had just gone for drinks and House was having fun. When he did look at his watch, it was 8:39 p.m. He didn't bother calling, he knew he was already in trouble.

Fiona started calling around 6:45 when House didn't show. There was no one in the office and he wasn't answering his cell phone, neither was Wilson. She didn't have Allison's home phone or cell phone number so she had to call Lisa Cuddy. She hadn't spoken to Lisa since her engagement party and she still hadn't recovered from her caustic words.

"Lisa, it's Fiona."

"Ahggg. Fiona, I've been trying to get up the courage to call you and apologize for what I said."

"Lisa, can we talk about that later? I just wanted to know if you had any idea where Greg might be. We have plans for his birthday and he hasn't shown."

"His patient is doing well so I doubt seriously if he is at the hospital. I don't know where he would be. Have you tried Wilson?"

"He's not answering. Do you have Allison's home phone or cell phone?"

Lisa gave it to her and Fiona called to find out that House and Wilson had left around 5:00. Fiona tried both of their cell phones again, no luck. She left a message on both of them.

Around 9:00 p.m. Wilson went to take a leak. As soon as he left the bar area he reached into his pocket to call for messages. He was expecting a phone call from a nurse he was seeing. He heard Fiona's two messages and realized they had screwed up. Even drunk, Wilson could hear the hurt in Fiona's voice. He immediately called her.

"Fiona, it's Jim."

"Jim, do you have any idea where Greg is?"

"Yeah, we're here at the Triumph having drinks. He was upset when he got that call from Stacy and we came here for a drink. We just got carried away...I'll get him home soon."

"Stacy called him?"

Being drunk, Wilson didn't fully understand the import of his words, "She was asking him if he missed her, it upset him...he needed a drink. No big deal. We'll be home soon."

"Don't bother."

House and Wilson were too drunk to drive, so they took a cab to House's apartment with the idea that they would get Fiona to drive them back to the Triumph in the morning before work.

"You can have my bed downstairs." House fumbled with the keys to the entryway. In the middle of the entryway was a pile of clothes, books, toiletries...and just about everything that House had transported up to Fiona's apartment.

House said nothing to Wilson, but gave him a look that said, "I've really screwed up."

Wilson helped pick up the things and took them inside House's apartment. House turned around and went up the stairs. Wilson was tempted to take a cab to his place, but he thought after Fiona gave him a beating, House might need a friend.

"Hey, it's the birthday boy!!" House yelled as he opened the apartment door. A book came flying at his head. He was too drunk to duck in time and it hit him squarely in the head. "Woaaa...I'm sorry. We just started watching the game and I forgot about the time."

She was in her pajamas, sitting next to an arsenal of missiles that started flying fast and furious at House. Books, object d' art, shoes, and boxes of food went careening and, because he was a rather large "sitting duck" they connected.

"You always wanted to see one of my famous tantrums, well, here it is. You jerk, I set up a wonderful evening for you, buy you birthday presents and sit here waiting for you and you're off sulking over Stacy. I've been such a fool. Lisa was right. I can't compete with the great Stacy. I'll always be second in your mind, never quite living up to the beautiful Stacy. But you know, I don't have to compete with anyone. I'm good enough just the way I am and it's your problem if you can't see that. It's your problem if you can't love me, so get out."

In the slur of a drunk, House wagged his finger, "You're overreacting. Let me tell you what happened."

"Gee greg, it's ten and I know what happened, you blew me off because you're girlfriend called you. I don't need explanations, I just need for you to get out of here. Now."

When he tried to come towards her, the missles became more dangerous, they were heavier, made of glass and had more power behind them... "Gettttttt ooouuutttt."

Wilson could hear the screaming downstairs and was glad he wasn't House. Fiona sounded like a WWF wrestler on steroids. She was really wound up and from the sounds of all the things crashing in the apartment, House was taking a beating.

House came downstairs with a couple of cuts and bruises. "She'll get over it."

"I hope so for your sake. You need her. It's no secret that you've been tolerable since you've been with her. She's great for you."

"Shut up and go to've got the couch."

Wilson got House up in the morning. They both had hangovers, but Wilson shook him, "You need to get up and drive us in this morning. We can pick up the vehicles after work."

House said nothing but gave Wilson a dirty look. He got up and went into the shower and turned it on. While he was in the shower he realized he was in his own apartment and what had happened the night before. He had screwed up royally. But how did she know about the phone call from Stacy? Only one person knew.

House got out of the shower, dressed and came out to the living room where Wilson was waiting. "How did Fiona know about Stacy's phone call?"

Wilson grimaced. "She called while we were at the bar. I mentioned that you were feeling down because of Stacy's call, sorry. I was drunk and didn't realize what I was saying. But why would she be threatened by Stacy?"

House shook his head and grabbed his keys, cane and backpack. They went around back to the garage and moved some things out of the way to get to his car. On the way to the hospital House told Wilson about Lisa's outburst at the party. Wilson had gone to the bathroom when it happened and now realized how sensitive the "Stacy" subject was between Fiona and House.

"What happened to you? Did you get into a fight?" Cameron asked House as they went over the newest symptoms of the patient that had been brought into the ER the night before with a multitude of strange symptoms, including profuse sweating with no fever.

"Wilson doesn't like cuddling."

She shook her head but knew something strange was up.

Fiona was convinced that Lisa was right. House was never going to love anyone like Stacy again. This whole relationship was built on a fantasy and Fiona's hopes. House was House, he wasn't going to change and to expect him to be there for her and the baby was asking too much.

Fiona called Eric and Melia in Antigua where they had just arrived for the summer. "Mind some company for a few weeks? I need to get away."

"What's up?" Eric knew something was wrong.

"I need some medical attention that I thought I could get down in Antigua."

"You're living with a doctor, why can't you get it in Princeton?"

"I was living with a doctor. Not anymore. I need an outpatient procedure, but it would be nice to have some place to rest afterwards."

"Sure, you know this is your home and you can come here any time."

"Thanks Eric." She started to choke up. "I'll be down on Sunday, I have to meet with Jon and Sherry and then get everything closed up here. I won't be coming back to Princeton for awhile."

"Sounds serious."

"It is. Thanks again. See you soon. Give Melia and the girls my love. Bye."

When she hung up she laid down and went to sleep. She was really tired from everything that had happened.

House asked Cameron to stay behind and sent the rest of the team to do some lab work. "Where are the test results for Fiona? I haven't seen them."

"You can't see them because you can't treat her. She's my patient and I can't tell you the results of her tests. And don't try to hack into the system, I had the techs put an extra password on her records."

Of course House tried to hack in, but had no luck. He went in search of Fiona's physical chart. But it had been flagged and was locked away with the files of other important patients.

House took Wilson to get his car at lunch. They dropped House's car off and then, after work, Wilson took House to get his motorcycle. When House got home he walked up the stairs and knocked on Fiona's door.

"Go away."

"Fiona, let's talk about this. Even a condemned man gets the last word."

"Sorry, but in my book you're already dead. Why don't you try calling Stacy, she misses you, I don't."

He used his key and opened the door. A large book came flying in his direction, making contact with his chest. "Damn it Fiona, stop that."

"Give me my key back...both of them."

"I'm sorry about last night. I know I screwed up your plans. Let me make it up to you."

"Greg, it wasn't the plans that hurt. It was that you forgot about me the minute Stacy called. That hurt."

"I didn't forget about you, I was thinking about you. I was thinking that I had screwed up my relationship with Stacy-- would I do it with you?"

"Well, you have your answer don't you? I'm not going to compete with Stacy, it's not my style. If I'm not enough, then I'm not enough. I'm moving on. I'll be leaving Sunday and I won't be back, at least not for a long time. I'm going to Antigua and then I have a condo in La Jolla that I'll be using until my tour. So you'll have your life back."

"Please don't go, especially like this. I want you to stay. More than ever."

She was quick to notice that he didn't say he loved her. "Greg, neither of us is good at this. I wish I could have been more for you, done more, meant more to you, but it is what it is. I can't change who I am, just like you can't change who you are. And who you are is someone who will only love one person in their life and it's not me."

"But Fiona, I ..."

"Please...if you say you love me now, I'll know it was just an attempt to manipulate me, to keep me from leaving. I'm begging you to go and I'm asking you for the keys back. I know you have an extra one."

He gave her one of the keys and said, "The other is downstairs. Stop by and I'll give it to you. But you're wrong. Stacy isn't the only person I've ever loved or could ever love."

"Then I hope for your sake that you find that person. Now please don't say anything else or it will sound phony. Just go." She turned away and walked into the bedroom.

House was anxious. He wanted to make this right and he didn't know how. The next afternoon at work he decided to call her. As the phone was ringing, Cameron walked into the office. He held up a finger to stop her from talking, "Fiona, pick up the phone...please pick up the phone. Fiona, don't go. I have thought about what you said and it just isn't true, Stacy isn't the only one. Please call me, don't leave, don't go to Antigua."

Cameron's heart was breaking for House, he sounded so pathetic, so much like a little boy. "You've had a fight?"

"She's leaving me."

"Christ what did you do? Did you tell her you wouldn't be there for her?"

"Be there for what?" House asked.

It was now clear to Cameron that House didn't know that Fiona was pregnant. Cameron wanted to tell him. She was pretty sure that Fiona would have the abortion now. "I can't tell you, but if I were trying to come up with a password for anything, I might choose the name of my first pet."

He looked at her sideways and realized there was something she wanted him to see in Fiona's files, "And that was?"

"Well, I had a pet Gerbil named Ricky."

House grabbed the keyboard and started typing. He got through the passwords and the screen popped up for Fiona. No anemia, but there was an extra for pregnancy and it was positive. "Jesus H. Christ. What did she say?"

"I can't tell you, but I can say that if she leaves, you won't have to worry about any of it in the future because there won't be anything to worry about. If you get my drift."

House jumped up, grabbed his keys and took off. He got to the apartment building and went upstairs as fast as his cane could carry him. He didn't bother knocking, he just barged in and found Fiona, Sherry, Jon and Raymond sitting in her living room. There was also a unpacked crate. Molto Dolce was sitting on the sideboard of the room.

"Greg, I'm having a meeting, please leave."

Raymond stood up just in case House refused to leave.

"Sit down cowboy, I'm pretty good with this cane. And when were you going to tell me?" All the way home House had been thinking about how to handle her. He now knew how to keep Fiona from leaving, "So, do you abort all babies, or just mine?"

Her face fell and went white.

"I mean, is it so terrible to have my child that you can't wait to start an argument to give you an excuse to leave me?"

"I didn't need an excuse, you gave me a reason. And now is not the time to talk about this. Leave and we can talk later."

"Right, if you think I'm going to let you kill my child without a fight, you're kidding yourself. Sherry, Jon, Raymond, don't you think I should get a say in whether Fiona kills our baby?"

Fiona crossed the room and stood in front of him. "You are pissing me off. I want you out of my life now."

"So you can murder an innocent child just so you don't have to deal with me? Have the baby and I'll take care of it. You can go tour for the rest of your life if you want to...just don't be a baby butcher." In reality, House wasn't sure fatherhood was something he wanted, but he knew that the only way to get to Fiona was through the baby.

He didn't see the right cross coming at him until it landed squarely up under his left jaw. As he was flying backwards he thought that all those arm exercises had paid off. She had one hell of a punch. House landed up against the wall, banging his head hard as he fell.

Fiona looked at her fist and then at House and then started screaming in pain. "Ah, hand. Crap, it hurts." She went over and started kicking House. "You mother fucking asshole, how dare you call me that. How dare you come in and make any demands on me and how dare you make me hit you and hurt my bow hand." He finally grabbed her foot as it was about to land squarely in his genitals.

Raymond was now pulling her off of him as she had then started to pummel House with her fists. Raymond had never seen one of Fiona's famous fits, but Sherry and Jon had. They knew to stay back, way back. Contrary to what was written, Fiona rarely lost her temper, but when Fiona lost her temper it wasn't pretty. Raymond grabbed her from behind and picked her up. She was kicking and flailing, trying to get at House. It looked comical to Jon and Sherry who had starting giggling. It took two men to get control of her.

"Fiona...calm down, calm down..." Raymond was trying to convince her to chill out, but she was so angry she was beyond reason.

House finally got up and realized his lip was busted and he was bleeding. He was also pretty bruised from where she had been kicking. "Are you going to calm down and talk to me or am I going to have to have you arrested for battery?"

She was still flailing wildly and screaming, "Arrest me.. You can have them arrest me because I'm not giving you the time of day, I'm giving you a boot up the ass!"

"Greg, you better get out. I can't hold her much longer." Raymond was having difficulty keeping her held back.

"It's ok, put her down. I'll deal with her." House said and then looked around. He didn't dare go in the kitchen where there were a lot of knives so he decided to run for the bedroom.

Raymond relented, "I'm putting her down." As he did so, House made a beeline for the bedroom. As soon as her feet touched the floor she looked like the Wiley Coyote. Her feet ran as fast as they could to catch him. She flew through the bedroom door and he tripped her with the cane so that she would go flying face down onto her bed. He jumped and pinned her to the bed with the entire weight of his body.

"Now, you are going to listen to me?" He heard the front door open and close and suspected that they were alone now. She was bucking as hard as she could, but he was keeping her down. He waited about fifteen minutes while she wore herself out. She finally stopped. "Are you ready to listen, maybe even talk?"

"Let me up and I'll listen."

"You think I'm an idiot? No, you'll stay where you are."

"It hurts, you weigh too much." She tried to sound in pain.

"Yeah, well boo hoo. I'm not getting up. Why didn't you tell me about the baby?"

"No, you tell me how you found out. Did Allison tell you?"

"No, I hacked into your file when Allison wouldn't show it to me.

"I'll sue you."

"Fine, go ahead. Now, why didn't you tell me about the baby?"

"I didn't want to have to deal with you over this issue. I know that you don't really want this baby. You're using this as an excuse to keep me from leaving. If I give in you'll just ignore the baby once it's born. I'm not raising a child on my own and I'm not raising one with a man who doesn't love me. Now get off of me."

He looked down at her and chuckled. He kissed the back of her neck and she tried to head butt him with the back of her head. He reached under and grabbed her right breast. "Don't you dare do that." she said.

"I can't help it, you trying to kill me is a big turn on." House started snickering.

She felt him getting excited and tried to squirm away from him. He had her pinned down so well that she couldn't move.

She was running out of steam. He continued to kiss her ear and neck. He knew this was aggravating her and so he continued to do it. He petted her hair and kissed her cheek. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

"You have no clue how I feel about you and that's my fault. Do you remember when you cut your foot?" He asked. She said nothing. "I wanted to tell you then that ... that I loved you. But I got scared."

There was nothing but silence. She remembered the way he looked at her in the kitchen and she believed him. In that moment she thought he was going to tell her, but he didn't. But now she was pissed and stubborn. Why didn't he tell her then? Why wait until everything had fallen apart at the seams to say something so important?

"What were you afraid of?" she said with disgust.

"I was afraid that if I admitted outloud that I love you, I'd screw it up, just like I did before. I thought that if it was meant to be, you would have told me you loved me, but you never did. I do love you, now you can believe me or not, but that doesn't change how I feel."

"Why should I believe you? It only takes one call from Stacy and you spiral down."

"Stacy started to tell me she missed me and I told her not to go into that. I got upset because it just reminded me of you and how afraid I was of losing you."

She wasn't moving at all or trying to escape. "Greg, I need to see your eyes. I can tell when you're bullsh!tting me by looking in your eyes."

House didn't doubt for one minute she could read him. He had always suspected that she could. It was one of the reasons they got along. He couldn't play her, he couldn't manipulate her.

"If I let you up, will you hear me out without hitting or causing me physical damage?"

She chuckled and said, "I can't promise that, but I can promise you that you're only hope is to let me see your eyes."

"Then I'm going to turn you over but I'm not letting you up yet. You're deadly when you get going."

He rolled her over, but pinned her arms above her head. He looked at her and didn't smile or attempt to be funny. He simply said, "I love you."

She thought about getting lose and scratching his eyes out if he lied, but his very blue eyes were telling her the truth. Now what? In some ways it was easier when she didn't know this. Her life was settled. Have an abortion, move to La Jolla, begin touring and get on with her life. Now she had to make decisions, big ones.

She stayed quiet while she thought. After a few minutes House couldn't stand the silence,so he reached down and kissed her. He pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were following his, so he waited. She knew he wanted her to tell him she loved him. She wanted to make him suffer, but it turned out she wasn't going to go anywhere until she told him.

"Get off of me."

"That's a first." He realized she was one stubborn violinist. He got off of her and then sat, propped up by pillows at the headboard. She sat up and looked at the ceiling and then over at him. A few minutes went by--she was thinking.

She looked at House and said with a sigh, "Are you just going to sit there or are we going to make love?"

He jumped up and kicked off his shoes, pulled down his pants and took off his t-shirt. She took off her pants and her top. He helped her take off her panties and then her bra. He was happy as a clam. He climbed on top and opened her legs. Fiona wrapped her legs around him and they both enjoyed the ride. When he climaxed he tried to get out the words, but it was difficult, " Fiona...I, ahh, I ...ah you."

All she could do was hold him tight and not let go when the sensations escalated. She wouldn't let up her grip and he was about ready to yell from the pressure when she finally released her grip and fell back.

They lay there together and she asked, "What are we going to do?"

"About the baby?" he asked. "How much do you think we could get for it in's bound to have blue eyes. I hear they go for a premium."

"Yeah, but once they find out it has your genes they'll pay us to take it back."

"Ah, but then if they find out it's Fiona Dacey's baby we can sell it in Europe."

She got quiet. "Greg, can we be serious. What are we going to do?"

"We're going to get married and have a baby."

"Oh...hold on. Get married? Are you asking me to marry you?"

"What, are you saying that if I asked you, you'd say no?" House asked.

"I don't know...I really don't know. I've never thought about getting married let alone having a baby."

He kneeled down on the floor in front of the bed, "Let's keep the baby. We'll name her Fig...Fiona and Greg..."

"I'm thinking Gregona." she smiled.

"I think we should get married this weekend."

"What is the hurry?" she asked.

"I'm afraid a jet is going to whisk you away to Antigua."

"Oh, I see,you think a wedding ring will keep me here? Either I love you and stay or I go. A ring isn't going to make a difference."

"Maybe not, but I still want to get married this weekend. We can go down to the shore and get married in Atlantic City."

"Let's get some sleep." She said as she pulled back the blankets.

He crawled under and held onto her, "I missed your bed."

"Did you miss me or the bed?"

"Both. Wait, I have something for you. I have to go down and get it." He got out of the bed and didn't bother to get dressed. He grabbed his cane and went downstairs. He went inside his bedroom and into his top dresser drawer. He felt in the back and found the box. He went back upstairs.

He got in bed and pulled her over to him. He showed her the box and said, "Fiona House, please marry me." He opened the box and there was a beautiful diamond ring with two rubies on either side. "It was my grandmother's ring."

"It's gorgeous." She started crying. "Ok...ok...I'll marry you."

He scrunched his face and said, "We're half way there, but I have to have the other half of the puzzle."

She grabbed onto him and kissed him. "I love you Gregory Dacey. I have loved you ever since you gave me a bath the first night I met you."

The next day they applied for the license by having Sherry accompany them as their witness. Since New Jersey doesn't require blood tests, once they had a license they could get married any time. The clerk said it would take two weeks to issue the license. Sherry had been shocked when Fiona called her.

"Hi Sherry, I need a witness."

"A witness to what?"

"I need you to come down and tell the registrar that you know us."

"Know who?"

"Greg and I. We're getting married."

Sherry was blown away. "Wait, when I left you were about ready to kill him and now you're getting married?"

"And we're having a baby."

"Are you planning on having a baby or are you pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant."

"Oh no, Jon's going to die, there goes the tour."

"He'll live."

"Sure, when do I need to go with you?" Sherry asked.

"I'm going to pick up Greg at noon, can you come here and we'll all go together?"


They picked up House at the hospital and went down to the registrar's office. Sherry vouched for them and then they took her to lunch. House was joking with her.

"Did you ever find those breasts?" House asked.

"No but my date did. I guess he has better eyesight than you,"

"It's not fair, he got to use his hands. Come here, let me use my hands and maybe we can work a miracle."

"You better ask your fiancé."

"Sherry, please don't tell anyone about this, okay?" Fiona asked.

"Not a problem. When are you going to get married?"

"The license is good for thirty days." Fiona told her.

"When we get it, let's just go to Atlantic City." House said to her.

"No, I'm going to make some arrangements. My birthday is July 20th, I'm going to invite everyone to a birthday party." Fiona winked.

"Alright, I'll leave it to you." He leaned over and kissed her.

Fiona went into action. She and Sherry started calling facilities. Most of them were booked. Fiona wanted to hire Meadow Wood Manor, but they had a small corporate dinner for thirty planned and Fiona was going to need the entire place for her wedding. Sherry talked to the manager.

"Fiona Dacey has chosen your facility to have her birthday party on July 20th. The list for this event will include Rivers Huntington, Eric Clapton, David Bowie, Kate Winslet, John McCain, Al Gore, Rudolph Guiliani, Domingo Placido, Yehudi Menuhin and numerous others in the entertainment and political world. Your place will receive publicity in every magazine and newspaper across the country. If you can find another place for the corporate dinner, then we can hold this event at Meadow Wood and you can benefit greatly from it."

Ten minutes later Sherry was informed that Meadow Wood Manor was Fiona's. Sherry immediately ordered the invitations. The manor could hold 250 people. Fiona and Sherry sent out 280 invitations. This included invitations to House's parents and family which were sent after Fiona received their list of invitees. Instead of an invitation to Fiona's birthday party, House's family was sent invitations to House's birthday party with an offer to pay for their transportation to New Jersey and hotel. Fiona had to contact House's parents to get the list of people.


"Mrs. House?"


"My name is Fiona Dacey, did Greg call you?"


Fiona was aggravated, House had promised he would call her that morning, "Oh, he told me he would call you and tell you to expect my call. I'm sorry this is out of the blue. Greg and I have been dating for awhile and I'm giving him a birthday party. A late one."

"Oh, how nice, but it is a little late."

"I know, but we couldn't do it in June. I would like to invite you and Mr. House as well as his family and friends to come out for it. We will pay all the transportation and hotel costs for anyone who decides to come. We especially want you and Mr. House to come to New Jersey for the party. It would mean a lot to Greg if you could come."

"Oh, that's very nice of you and generous. I'll ask his father about it. When is the party?"

"July 20th. But we'd like for you to come out a few days early. Please."

"Give me your number, uh...?"


Fiona gave her the telephone number and waited for her to call back. The next day she got a call. "Fiona, this is Blythe House."

"Mrs. House, can you make it?"

"I talked to Mr. House, but we already have reservations to go to a reunion of his old Viet Nam squadron. "

"Mrs. House, this would mean so much. I'd be happy to pay you back for your reservations to the reunion."

"Fiona, Mr. House looks forward to this every year. Tell Greg that we will come back this fall and see him."

"Mrs. House...I really need for you two to come. Look, it isn't really a birthday party. We're just telling everyone that so that the press won't be bugging us. We're going to get married that night."


"Greg asked me to marry him and I said yes. We're getting married that night, but no one else knows. It would mean a lot to us if you could both be here."

"Oh my. How long have you two known each other? " She asked.

"Almost seven months." Fiona was nervous.

"That's not very long. Are you two sure about this?"

"Yes, we're sure. Mrs. House, please reconsider."

"I'll call you after I talk to John. Well Fiona, welcome to the family."

"Thank you Mrs. House."

"Please call me Blythe or Mom."

"Thanks Blythe...Mom."

An hour later she got a call back. "Fiona, we'll be there."

"I'm so happy. Thank you so much. It means so much to us."

They spoke on the phone for several minutes about the arrangements, she promised to send the list and addresses of family and friends as soon as possible. Fiona received it two days later and they sent out invitations that day.

Thirty of the House side of the family agreed to come. Sherry called each of them and made the arrangements for their flights and hotel. It was all going well.

That night while making dinner, Fiona threw House a key.

'What is this?"

"Had you made it home for your birthday celebration you would have received it then. It's parked in my garage."

House looked it over. It was a Harley key. He got up, grabbed his cane and ran outside, opened her garage and saw a Harley Davidson parked inside. He pulled a fist down to his side, "Sweet." He started it up and took it out for a ride, putting it back in the garage when he got back.

"I love it." He said as he walked into the apartment. "You really know me. It's a great present." He walked up to Fiona who was standing at the stove and reached around her, grabbed her breasts and kissed her neck. She reached back and grabbed his package.

"I have to finish cooking this."

But House didn't stop. He reached down the front of her pants and started touching her. She tried to keep cooking but he was making headway. "Greg...Greg...let me turn it off at least. Oh Jesus, yes...yes...yes. AHH, God yes." She doubled over letting the sensation of pleasure subside.

House undid his pants and moved her over to the table. She could smell the dinner burning. He was so worked up already that it didn't take long. When he was done, he was laughing about it. She jumped up and turned off the stove. "Well, this is burnt. I guess you're going out on that new bike and getting me something to eat." She thought for a few seconds and asked him, "Does the baby feel the orgasm?"

"You release a lot of endomorphins when you come so, yes, the baby feels them." He said. He saw her tilt her head as if she didn't know what he was talking about. "Endomorphins are like a narcotic, they make you feel good."

"Oh, so I just gave the baby a high?" She asked.

"No, I just gave the baby a high." He smiled and then he let out a long sigh, "When we get married, you're not going to let me have impromptu sex anymore are you?"

"What do you mean? When we get married you aren't having any sex--ever again. Now go out and get me a burrito." She smiled.

He went out on his new bike and got them some food. House was 49 years old and for the first time in years, many years, he was happy.

The RSVP's were coming in on a daily basis. Sherry was busy making reservations for the hotels in town. Fiona had spent 21,000 on security alone for the event and was happy to see Eric, Mick Jagger, David Bowie, Chris Martin & Gwenneth were already on board. The band was selected, but not without difficulty. She had to find a band that wouldn't mind sharing the floor and possibly their instruments with some of the guests. She didn't want to say who the guests were, but several of the bands said no. She finally found a good band with older band members who weren't so uptight about their music or instruments.

She and Sherry went down and chose the menu after tasting the various dishes. She chose lobster risotto, chicken piccatta and vegetable gnochi.

Seven days before the wedding they had Wilson over for dinner. When they sat down to eat, Fiona poked House and motioned for him to ask Wilson something.

"Wilson, the party for Fiona is not really a birthday party. It's going to be our wedding and we'd like you to be best man." He said it very quickly and nonchalantly.

Wilson almost choked on the piece of chicken he had put into his mouth. "You two are getting married? What brought this on?"

"Some people call it love, I like to think of it as phermones." House said jokingly.

"We have decided that we actually love each other, strange as it seems." Fiona volunteered.

"Congratulations. Of course I'll be your best man."

Fiona had to still purchase a gown. She flew to New York to see Carmen Marc Valvo where she ordered a beautiful gown off the rack and it was fitted to her that day. It was empire with braided straps that came down under the breasts which were sweetly displayed in a low cut peasant style neckline that showed off Fiona's breasts. The gown was going to be delivered to Fiona in three days. While she was in New York, Fiona asked her cousin and her closest friend, Abigail, to be her maid of honor. Abigail was dying to tell someone, but she was also good at keeping secrets. She had accompanied Fiona to buy her gown and they had also selected Abigail's multi-colored cocktail dress to wear in the wedding.

Between Sherry and Fiona, the wedding was ready. It was just time for the House's to fly in. Fiona had cleaned up House's apartment so that they could stay down there. House was a little uneasy about having his parents alone in his apartment, but soon became adjusted to the idea when Fiona made it clear that she wanted them close so that she could get to know the future grandparents of her child.

Fiona was practicing when House informed her it was time to go to the airport to pick his parents up. She was very excited and worried that they wouldn't like her. She was dressed in a red polka dotted summer dress and strappy sandals. House had his arm around her as the people started coming down the escalator to the baggage area. House pointed them out to Fiona and then waved at them. They both waved back.

Fiona was smiling so wide her mouth hurt, but she couldn't help it. Greg hugged his mother and shook his Dad's hand and then pulled him close for a very quick hug.

"Mom, Dad, this is Fiona Dacey." Blythe gave Fiona a quick hug while John House shook her hand and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"We're a little shocked. This happened so fast, but we're happy for both of you." Blythe said as they walked to the luggage carousel. When they got back to the apartments, Blythe and John were left alone to unpack and instructed to come up to Fiona's when they were ready. Fiona had dinner ready and when the Houses arrived upstairsthey sat down to eat.

"This is delicious Fiona. You are a good cook." John said.

"Thank you."

The Houses stayed for several hours getting to know their daughter-in-law to be. When they were ready to go back downstairs Blythe and John both told Greg that they approved. His Mom said that Fiona had her head screwed on right and that maybe Greg had finally found a woman with a lot of backbone to stand up to him. House couldn't help but think of Fiona flailing around in Raymond's arms trying to kill him. He wondered what they would say if they had witnessed Fiona's anger. He had secretly admired her for not being a shrinking violet. Confronted with House's insensitive behavior, Stacy would have gone quiet and just withdrawn into her own world. He already knew Cameron would cry and feel unloved. Only Fiona would kick him in the balls and give it back to him.

The guests arrived at the Manor for the birthday party. The front said, "Happy Birthday" and there were balloons tied to various poles and banisters. There was a cocktail hour, with an open bar. Everyone wanted to know where Greg and Fiona were. An hour later, the guests were asked to move upstairs. When the guests got upstairs they were informed that Fiona was going to perform a piece to welcome them so would they please take their seats. Everyone took their seats. The House group of friends and family all felt out of place at first. There were so many celebrities that they were overwhelmed. They were there for House's birthday so they all thought that these were his guests. Most of them had no clue who Fiona Dacey was, nor did they really care.

House came out with Wilson. He walked to the middle of the stage and said, "We've lied to you all. Although it is Fiona's birthday, this isn't a party for her birthday or for mine. Fiona and I have asked you here to be guests at our wedding." There were some gasps and a lot of chatter. "If you'll sit back, we'll start soon."

A violinist played Pachelbel and the minister took his place. Abigail walked up the center and everyone was smiling and chuckling. Then the string quartet announced with the music that the bride was entering and the crowd stood. Eric Clapton accompanied Fiona down the aisle to the delight of everyone. Fiona was stunning and everyone was wondering why she was marrying Gregory House? To most people it seemed like a strange fit. But to those who knew the couple it made sense. They did seem to compliment each other even if there was a lot of turbulence involved. House had to look down at the ground to keep his emotions in check. He was sure that if he looked into her eyes he might cry and that would be humiliating. She was looking at him and realized why he couldn't look at her. It made her smile and little tears streamed down her cheek. He was such a strange human many things wrapped into one package, jerk, wit, genius, cold, warm, sweet and mean. He was a smorgasbord of personality traits.

"Who gives this woman in matrimony?"

Eric looked at her, smiled warmly and said, "Her friends do."

When she came up to the bower, House finally looked at her. His eyes were glassy and he was smiling at her. The vows went quickly and when they were told to kiss House grabbed her by the rear and pulled her towards him and french kissed her. Everyone, except his parents, laughed. They were a little embarrassed by their son. But then that wasn't anything new.

"You are now Fiona House-House." House told her.

"You are now Gregory Dacey-Dacey." she returned.

The whole night was exceptional. There was a lot of dancing and several of the musical guests got up and dazzled the audience with music. The band was having a blast and felt bad about taking the money at the end of the night since never again would they back up Eric Clapton, Mick Jagger, David Bowie or Chris Martin. House danced the first dance with Fiona. It was, "Someone to Watch Over Me."

There's a saying old

Says that love is blind -

Still we're often told,

"Seek and ye shalI find."

So I'm going to seek

A certain lad I've had in mind.

Looking everywhere,

Haven't found him yet;

He's the big affair

I cannot forget.

Only man I ever think of with regret.

I'd like to add his initials to my monogram.

Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There's a somebody I'm longing to see

I hope that he, turns out to be

Someone who'll watch over me.

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.

I know I could, always be good

To one who'll watch over me.

Although he may not be the man some

Girls think of as handsome

To my heart he carries the key.

Won't you telI him please to put on somespeed -

Follow my lead -Oh! How I need

Someone to watch over me.

Someone to watch over me.

The entire evening was wonderful. Lisa came up and gave House a huge kiss and Fiona a hug. She laughed and said, "I was so wrong. Stacy was just a warm up for this. This is the real thing, we can all tell. I think any other woman and we would be betting how long it would last. But you really have met your match."

There was an overwhelming request for Fiona to play but she hadn't brought a violin. The quartet offered up a violin and Fiona tuned the violin just half a tone higher than usual to F-B flat-E flat and A flat. Fiona hadn't played in public since she had been shot so she wasn't sure how well she would do. She played Cesar Franck's violin sonata in D. It was so romantic and sweet that everyone was sure it was a wedding song. It was well received.

House's parents said to House, "She can really play well, can't she?"

"She's one of the best in the world. And I'm not just talking about playing the violin." he gave his Mom a little hug.

At midnight Fiona was starting to get very tired and it was decided that they would leave and let their friends party as long as they wanted. House drove Fiona and his parents back to the apartment building. On the way home he cleared his throat.

"Mom, Dad, Fiona is pregnant."

Blythe looked at John and chuckled. "Congratulations. When are you due?"

"January 22nd. Not many people know, we wanted to get through the wedding first but I'm past the first trimester now."

"Of course. This is great news. We're very happy for both of you." Blythe said.

"I like the idea of having grandchildren visit." John added. "Greg, now you get to see how hard it is to be a father. I wish you luck, it's not easy."

The next day House and Fiona took all of the relatives and close friends out for brunch. Sherry had arranged it and it gave everyone an opportunity to see the couple before they left. Fiona used a fork and banged her glass to get everyone's attention.

"Before you all go, there's more news. Gregory House is going to be a father. I do believe this is the End of Days..." Everyone laughed and clapped for the couple. "I'm due at the end of January."

Lisa Cuddy was jealous of House and Fiona. They had beat her and Rivers to the punch. Lisa had stopped taking all forms of birth control months ago and still wasn't pregnant. It worried her. Still, she was also happy and quite amused at the thought of House being a father.

In September House came home to a grumpy wife. She was five months pregnant and had just started wearing maternity clothes. She had only gained 10 lbs. and the obstetrician had told her he wanted to see her gain at least 28 lbs. Fiona was grumpy because she was bored.

She lived for the hour that House came home and when he had a patient and worked late she was really antsy. When he got home, House just wanted to veg out and watch television but a chattering Fiona would ask him numerous questions about his day. Sometimes they would have some terse words between them as House would beg her to just let him chill out for an hour and then she could talk to him. It would hurt her pregnant feelings and make her feel unwanted and unloved. She would then go into the bedroom and sulk and after a few minutes House would feel guilty and go get her.

"I don't know what's worse, your constant nattering or your sulking and pouting...stop being such a baby and come out and watch some television with me."

She was laying on the bed just staring at the ceiling with her bottom lip pushed out and quivering. "It's easy for you. You go out in the world and see adults. I clean, wash, cook and practice. I'm boring."

"I'll say." House rolled his eyes.

Fiona looked at him and big cow tears rolled down her cheeks and her nose flared. House was fed up, but also feeling incredibly guilty. He laid down on the bed and scooted over to her side, starring up at the ceiling. Reaching down, he grabbed her hand and held it while she kept sniffling and crying to herself. He waited until she stopped and then turned his head and said, "You have to get a life."

She started crying again and shook her head yes. He pulled her over and spooned her. He reached around and rubbed her belly. She was going in for another sonogram the next day. Then he rubbed her back and shoulders. Afterwards he simply put his arm around her and pulled her to him and he fell asleep like that. She laid in the silence thinking she was going to go nuts.

She went into the hospital and up to the third floor to the area for sonograms. She had drank two quarts of water for the sonogram and was feeling very close to bursting. House was still in his office.

"Get a CBC and screen for Double Stranded DNA. I have to go...I have a date with a rotund woman with a very small alien inside of her." He grabbed the elevator and hobbled as fast as he could to the waiting room. She was already inside the examining room. He hobbled in only to see a large African American woman having her very large pregnant belly scanned. He quickly went down to the next room and there was Fiona talking to the nurse.

"Dr. House, do you want to perform the scan?" the nurse asked.

"Sure." He limped over to scanner and took the jelly and squirted it on her belly. He then took the scanner and smeared the jelly with it. He slowed down to find the baby. The nurse was watching when the obstetrician walked in. House was scanning the baby and both House and the obstetrician were looking intently at the screen. Fiona was scared, she didn't like the look on their faces.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

House looked at her and said, "Nothing. I'm just watching her move around."

"She looks fine." The obstetrician said to her. The obstetrician tilted the screen for Fiona to see.

"She?" She asked. "It's a girl?"

House shook his head yes. He hit the button to record the sonogram and to print a photo of the baby. The print came out and he gave it to Fiona who started crying again.

"She cries at everything." House said to Dr. Jefferson.

"That's typical." Jefferson responded. "Let me take a quick look and then you can go."

The obstetrician did a physical exam which House observed. "It all looks fine. How are you doing?" He asked Fiona.

"Greg is right, I cry at everything."

"Fiona, your hormones are on a roller coaster ride, cut yourself some slack. And you, House, be patient. I know that's a foreign concept for you, but do try."

House said, "I'm sending her over to your place when she starts pouting. You can be patient."

Jefferson started chuckling. "House, you are a piece of work."

They left and House took Fiona down to the cafeteria. Cuddy and Wilson were having lunch together when House and Fiona joined them.

"What's the big occasion? Why are you here Fiona?"

"She came in a week ago, but her butt is so big now she can't get out the door. I'm afraid she'll be here until the baby is born." House gave a silly face.

"Sonogram. We're having a girl. Gregonia." Fiona smiled.

"You aren't really going to name it Gregonia, are you?" Cuddy was cautious about asking.

"No, but the baby is healthy!"

House was busy eating. "I have to get back." he grabbed his sandwich and drink and then ran.

"Greg, when will you be home?" She sounded a little whiney.

"Late. Don't make dinner for me, I have a patient." He was out the door.

Wilson and Lisa saw the disappointment on Fiona's face. Lisa patted her hand, "What's wrong?"

"Did you see that? He didn't even give me a little kiss. I'm boring, I have nothing to say when he gets home. He doesn't even want to talk to me. When he does hold me he falls asleep. He told me last night to 'get a life.'"

Lisa and Wilson looked at each other, worried about this development. House was very mercurial and not good when he was bored. Poor Fiona needed some understanding and all she was getting was House's lip.

Fiona went home and got out the only real friend she had, Molto Dolce. She played several pieces and then put the violin away. Fiona went downstairs into House's apartment. She snooped around until she found several photo albums. She saw several pictures of House with Stacy. She pulled the photos out of the album and saw the happy couple playing golf, sailing and at parties. In one House was carrying Stacy on his back and laughing.

She put the photos back in their slots and left the apartment. She went upstairs and called her pilot, then she packed two bags. She needed a life and in Europe she had one. She grabbed Molto Dolce and her passport. She wrote House a note.

Dearest Greg,

You were right. I need a life, so I thought I'd pop over and see some friends in England, Italy and Sweden. I'll be home for Lisa's wedding. If you need me, try my cell phone or my email. I'll call when I get settled in England. Now you can chill out after work and not have me bothering you. Enjoy the time alone. When the baby comes, neither of us will get any peace.

Love You,


House walked in and didn't smell dinner cooking or hear any noise from the television or her IPOD speakers. "Fiona?" He thought maybe she was asleep in the bedroom, but when he went in she wasn't there. He then went into the kitchen and found the letter on the table. He read it and then threw it back on the table. He opened the refrigerator door and got a beer out. At least the refrigerator was well stocked.

House went in and turned on the television and put up his feet. It was nice just being able to relax, not have to answer to anyone. A half hour later he went into the kitchen and grabbed a frozen pizza from the freezer and put it in the oven. He went back out and sat down. It was quiet except for the golf channel. He got up and grabbed his backpack, pulled at the latest JAMA and sat down to review it. He turned on a movie, watched it, got up, turned off the television and got ready for bed. He climbed in and looked up at the ceiling, wondering if she was ok. He rolled over on his side and realized that there wasn't going to be anyone trying to rub his leg with their foot or back up with her little butt against his side. He was going to be able to sleep without any interference.

Fiona had stopped at the bank and pulled out 30,000 in spending money and boarded her jet to New York. She stopped to see Abigail and two friends she went to school with at Julliard. The girls went out shopping and Fiona bought a party dress that had an empire waist and hid her baby bump well. She bought some other clothes and shoes for her trip.

They went out on the town and ended up at a party given by Stephanie Seymour and her millionaire husband, Peter Brant. They convinced Fiona to go with them to London the day after next. The press had a field day. Photos of Fiona were splashed all over the society page the next day. A few mentioned the absence of her new husband, the brilliant Dr. Gregory House. A photo of a sexy and beautiful Fiona with a handsome Anderson Cooper, his arm draped around a laughing Fiona, and Jimmy Fallon sitting at her feet was in the Trentonian, People and Vanity Fair. Unless you knew it, you could not tell that Fiona was pregnant.

House hadn't bother reading his newspaper so he was unaware of the photos until he arrived at the hospital. Everyone gave him a smile as he walked through the clinic. When he sat down, in walked Foreman with the newspaper. He threw it on House's desk. House picked it up and looked at the photo and then up at Foreman and then back at the newspaper.

"What is Fiona doing in New York?" Foreman asked casually.

"None of your business."

Wilson walked in and asked the same question, "I see your wife is looking gorgeous as usual with ...let's see...yes, that's two men...Anderson Cooper and Jimmy Fallon. She looks very happy. What's she doing in New York?"

House was frustrated and rolled his eyes. "She's gone to visit some friends. She'll be back in a few weeks."

"I can see she's having a good time. You sure she'll be back?"

Fiona flew to Gatwick and from there met up with Peter and Stephanie. They drove into Peter's three story flat in Kensington. Peter asked Fiona if she would perform for his friends that coming Friday. "I'd be happy to play some pieces."


They went shopping on Bond street and Soho and then came back to the flat before going out to eat at the Reform Club, a famous gentleman's club frequented by the landed gentry and politicians. After dinner Stephanie went clubbing but Peter, Fiona and two other friends adjourned upstairs to play several hands of Whist. Fiona loved card games and she was especially good at Whist. By the end of the evening she had cleaned out Peter and his friend.

The next night she invited Patrick Stewart to join her and the Brants as they went to dinner and to see "Dreamgirls." Once again the press was in her face. Patrick had his arm around her waist as they exited the theater. Since Fiona was a famous Princeton resident married to a Princeton doctor, the Trentonian picked up any news stories on her. The photo of her and Patrick Stewart was on the society page of the New Jersey paper.

House bought some fried chicken on his way home and walked into a quiet and dark apartment. He had abandoned the upstairs apartment in favor of his old one. He didn't want to climb the stairs if Fiona wasn't going to be up there. Wilson came over to keep him company and they watched 24 together. Wilson asked House how he liked being a bachelor again.

"I don't have to put on a face when I come through the door, make small talk or share a bed with someone who wants my side of the bed." He paused a few seconds, "I miss her."

Wilson started laughing.

"Shut up!"

"I can't blame you. Your wife is half a world away dating various men and weren't you the one to tell her to get a life?"

"She's not dating, she's being escorted by men she knows. Why don't you just concentrate on Jack Bauer and leave my wife alone."

"Apparently I'll be the only one leaving her alone..."

A pillow from the couch came flying across the living room and landed up against Wilson's head. He continued to laugh at House who was now sitting with his arms across his chest.

Fiona was practicing on Friday with Molto Dolce and a pianist from the London Philharmonic that Steve had hired. She stopped her practicing at 6:30 and went up to shower and dress for the evening. When she arrived in her room there was a light dinner waiting for her. Steven and Stephanie knew she hadn't taken a lunch. The guests arrived at 7:00 for a cocktail hour That evening at 8:00 Fiona approached the pianist and smiled. She turned to face her audience and was surprised to see Tony Blair and Prince Edward and his wife, Sophie, among the guests. She wasn't nervous, she had played for royalty and political figures before, including Queen Elizabeth. Once she got into the music, nothing else mattered. When she was done, she knew she had played as well as before the shooting. It made her very happy.

The Royal photographer took photos of Fiona with Prince Edward, his wife and Tony Blair. They showed up in the Trentonian the next day. House had started reading the newspaper before going into the hospital so he would know where his wife was and what she was doing. She hadn't called once and he hadn't tried to call her. It felt like a game of chicken, but why did House have a feeling that he was the only one playing?

Fiona looked at the clock, it was noon. She couldn't call yet, it was only 7:00 in the morning in New Jersey and House wouldn't be up yet. But she was scheduled to go up to Cambridge in a few minutes. Every time she thought about calling him, it seemed to be the wrong time to call. She decided to go ahead and call him even if he was still in bed otherwise she might not get a chance until next week.

She was excited, the phone was ringing and she would hear his voice in just a few seconds. The phone rang and rang and rang. Unfortunately, she was calling her apartment and House was snoring away downstairs. He finally woke and heard the last ring of the phone upstairs and realized that she would be trying to call him in their apartment, not his. "Crap."

He got up and grabbed his phone and dialed her cell phone. It wasn't ringing, instead the recording came on saying that a circuits were busy and he should try later. He was angry at himself for not realizing she would call upstairs. He called their voice mail and heard her voice, "Hi Honey, I thought this would be too early, but you must be with a patient at work. I don't know if I should bother you. I'll call your office and see if I can catch you there. Love you."

He called his office voice mail, "Well, I guess you're with a patient. I'm sorry I missed you. We're headed up to Cambridge and international cell phones don't work well up there. You must be busy so I won't bother you tonight. I'll call next week. I love you." There was a pause and then her voice again, a little excited, "Oh, and I felt the baby move for the first time." The phone clicked off.

House felt like crap. His wife was gone, the baby was kicking, he had missed her call and she seemed to be having a great time. He was living on frozen foods, watching a lot of golf and waking up in the middle of night. He tried to go back to sleep.

When they went up to Cambridge they stayed in Girton, a richer neighborhood just outside of Cambridge itself. Fiona wanted to just sleep, she was tired. She was now feeling the baby every day. At first she wasn't sure about it, it felt like butterflies. But every day she felt it stronger and stronger. She was so excited about it. It would have been nice to have been with Greg when it happened. She was thinking she would go home early, but she didn't want to go home if Greg was enjoying his break from her mood swings.

They had a great time in Cambridge visiting friends and going to various musical events on campus. Fiona was asked at Kings College Chapel to play something. She didn't have a violin with her so they brought her one of the student's. She tuned it and played for the faculty and for the lucky tourists who just happened to be touring the chapel at that time. Within minutes word spread to the market just a block away that a world famous violinist was in Kings College Chapel playing. The chapel started to fill up. By the time she was done, the chapel was almost completely full. Kings College Chapel seats thousands.

Fiona had been away for ten days and was missing House. She finally connected with him the next week. House had begun sleeping upstairs again just in case she called. The phone rang and House picked up on the second ring.


"Hi honey! How are you?" She was excited to hear his voice.

"Where are you?" He sounded sleepy.

"I just got into Rome yesterday. I miss you. Do you miss me?"

"When are you coming home?"

"Lisa's wedding is in two weeks, I'll be home a few days before then." He was quiet. She knew it wasn't a great idea to call him so early in the morning, but she wanted to make sure she got through. "Are you busy?"

"We've had several patients, one which will probably be written up by Chase. He actually diagnosed the patient before I did. Snot nose kid. You won't be home for two weeks?" House was just starting to wake up.

"I was going to spend a week with friends here and then go to Stockholm to see George and Marina. Do you want me to cut it short or are you enjoying your time alone with no one to bug you when you come home?"

"Like I said, we've had several patients." He emphasized. For some stupid reason he didn't want her to know he missed her, "I'm usually pretty tired when I get home so I don't notice. Wilson has been over to bother me a few times. I hardly have time to think about being alone."

"I had thought about coming home early, but since you're keeping busy and Wilson is visiting you, I guess it's probably good that I'm not there so that you can relax. Well, honey, I'll let you go so you can get back to sleep. Love you."

"It's ok. If you want to come home I'd ..." But she had already hung up. "Damn." Why couldn't he just admit that he wanted her to come home?

Fiona was disappointed. He didn't sound like he really wanted her to come home yet. He was doing fine without her and it sounded like she would just be in the way. She was secretly hoping he would ask her to come home or at least he would say he missed her. It would have given her the excuse to go home early.

Fiona went out to shop near the Spanish steps and found the most beautiful hand painted silk ties. She bought a couple of them for House and Wilson. She also bought Greg some beautiful Egyptian Cotton shirts and an Italian leather belt. Then she picked up several beautiful baby dresses. Only the Italians could dress their children in such beautiful clothes.

Fiona made it to Sweden for a few days but was desperate to get home to House. She loved the beautiful city and it's wonderful harbor. The food was great and Marina had taken her shopping. She bought some great delft china. But she was missing House and home so she swallowed her pride and flew home after just three days in Stockholm.

She flew in, released her pilot and got to the apartment around 3:00 p.m.. The place was a mess so she started picking up and doing the dishes. She called Sherry to let her know that she was back. Sherry warned her that her picture had been in the newspaper a total of eight times while she was gone and each photo showed her with a different man. She took her stuff into the bedroom and laid down. She was tired and it felt good to be in her own bed.

House stopped on the way home to get a burrito and a beer. He was tired from being up most of the night waiting for lab results. He had only gotten a few hours sleep the night before he was awakened by a call from Foreman telling him that the patient's liver was failing, requiring that he return to the hospital at 4:00 in the morning. Once he got home, he stopped downstairs in his apartment and got more underwear and socks before he climbed the stairs. He unlocked the door and looked around. The apartment had been cleaned up which could only mean one thing, she was home. He felt excited. He went into the kitchen, but she wasn't there. He limped as fast as he could into the bedroom and there she was, with a throw over her, asleep on the bed. He kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed from his side and pulled her towards him. She woke up.

She was really groggy. "I'm sorry I came home early but I missed, home, the bed..."

"I'm glad you came home early, I missed your constant nattering, hormonal mood swings and crazy temper. It's boring without you around."

She smiled and kissed him, then went back to sleep. He spooned her and felt her growing belly. It had gotten bigger in just the two weeks that she had been gone. He could smell her and feel how warm her body was next to his. Sleeping next to her was so comfortable and sweet. He laughed at her soft snoring, something new as she put on weight during the pregnancy. He was glad she was home. An hour later he woke her up to get undressed and climb under the covers. She put on her gown and came back to bed. He turned on a light and read a book while she cuddled up and slept in his arms. From then on, whenever he got home from work he answered all her questions right away and indulged her need to share the most inane things until she ran out of steam. He just considered it part of his job.

At the end of October the biggest social event in Princeton took place. Lisa Cuddy and Rivers Huntington were married. First they were married at a small Jewish ceremony for Lisa's family and then the larger ceremony was held in Princeton Chapel with six hundred guests attending.

Lisa was beautiful in a form fitting Vera Wang dress and her hand was graced with an incredibly clear 2 carat diamond ring. Had the ring been any bigger it would have looked silly on such a petite finger. The Houses simply stayed at their table and let Lisa play hostess to the rich and famous. House leaned over to Fiona and Wilson and said, "Lisa's breasts are noticeably larger... she' s preggers."

A week later Lisa came into his office smiling. House looked at her and snickered, "I're pregnant."

"How did you know?"

"Your breasts aren't what they used to're at least two cups bigger now."

"Well, I'm due next April! Please tell Fiona."

"Yeah, skidaddle, I have work to do."

House found that he had a dual personality. He was observing Fiona's pregnancy as a doctor and also as a father. As a doctor he watched her thighs become thick as tree trunks to support that belly and the spread of her pelvic bones as she grew bigger. The breasts were much larger which was nice, but he had always liked the size of them before. Her face had broken out a few times, causing her to become depressed. She was getting back aches and her feet were bigger. She now carried 150 of her normal blood supply, making it hard for her to keep cool. She had started wearing a lot of short sleeves. The worse was the heartburn that kept her up half the night. She was popping Gaviscon like he used to pop Vicodin just to keep the heartburn in check.

As a Dad he was always happy to feel the baby moving and kicking. Sometimes the baby's butt would be up by Fiona's ribs, other days it would be her head bouncing off Fiona's lower rib. Fiona was nesting. She had cleaned everything in the apartment twice, inside and out. She had moved out the guest room furniture into the garage and had House and Wilson paint the baby's room a soft green and yellow. House warned her that he was not going to assemble any furniture so they bought it and hired someone to put it together. She was the happiest and easiest to live with if he remembered to stop at the grocery store and buy her cherry tomatoes. She was eating them as if they were candy.

Fiona was entering her eighth month and she had gained 24 lbs. She had been assisting the Princeton University music department for two months. She was training the best of the violinists and doing a great job. The music teachers were in awe of her.

House loved to watch her walk, she looked like Charlie Chaplin waddling around the apartment. When she would come to the hospital everyone would want to touch her belly and feel the baby. One day they were sitting in the cafeteria and Cuddy came up to Fiona with her hand extended, ready to feel the baby. House stopped her.

"I'm charging now. Anyone who wants to touch my wife's belly has to pay a dollar."

Fiona shook her head. "It's ok Lisa, he's just being House."

House found having sex with a pregnant woman rather interesting. The belly made new positions a must and he liked the variety. Fiona was just as interested in sex as before, even if the logistics of it had changed. House discovered that she was up for sex just as much as before.

House's parents flew out to Princeton for Christmas and were delighted to see how cute Fiona looked pregnant. Fiona spent her days entertaining the Houses while House spent more than average time at work. The Houses were very impressed with how their daughter-in-law dealt with their son. For the most part, she ignored his childish outbursts while pouring on the adulation over his intelligence and occasional glimpses of kindness. She could also dish out the sarcasm as much as their son, which was often funny to watch.

On Christmas the Houses gave Fiona a charm bracelet with a violin on it and a stethoscope to represent the two of them. They also gave her a garnet heart to go on it and told her that they were betting that the baby would be born before January 21st but if she wasn't they would exchange the charm for her. Fiona loved it and gave them both a hug and kiss. House and Fiona gave the Houses a cruise to Alaska which they had wanted to do for years. They were very happy. Of course there were lots of presents under the tree for the baby.

The Houses left a few days later and after Fiona got back from the airport she cleaned up, took a nap and then waited for Greg to come home. House walked through the door with a sucker in his mouth. He looked at Fiona and knew something was up. Fiona looked at him and thought to herself, "I am one lucky woman, he's hot...and I'm gonna have a piece of that."

"What are you thinking?" He was suspicious.

"Dinner is almost ready." And then she thought to herself, "And so am I."

House wasn't sure what was going through his wife's head but she had the look of a hunter and he was the prey. It was a little unnerving.

"What's going on here?"

"Just want to know what you want to do after dinner?"

"The Office is on tonight."

"Great." She smiled and gave him his plate. It had shrimp curry over rice biriyani and green beans.

He started eating and looked up at her, "This is really good."

"Thanks." She started rubbing his leg with her foot and then followed the seam of his levis up to his crotch and then started rubbing some more.

"Uh, ok. Am I on your menu tonight?"

"Oh yeah, you're my desert."

"You have an unsatiable appetite. I wonder if pregnancy does this to all women."

"Look, we didn't have sex while your parents were here, don't you think we deserve a toss in the hay?"

" won't get an argument from me, but are we going to watch 'The Office'?"

"Oh my God, you'd rather watch "The Office" than have sex with your wife?"

"I didn't think they were mutually exclusive. I can do both."

"At the same time?"

"Hadn't really thought that would be necessary, but if that's how you want it, I guess I can accommodate you."

"Absolutely not. I want your attention on me, not the television. Ok, the Office is on in a half an hour and then I expect your undivided attention."

They sat on the couch, but Fiona couldn't keep her hands off of House. Her hands were up his t-shirt and on his belly, then she felt his crotch and about half way through "The Office" House realized he couldn't concentrate on the show. She unzipped his pants and played havoc with her tongue. He threw his head back and closed his eyes.

"GOD you are the best at that. I don't know where you learned that little flick you do but I think I would have married you just for that."

"Well, you can finish "The Office" and then you can return the favor."

He returned the favor and they both slept well that night.

On New Year's Eve House and Fiona made their way over to Lisa Huntington's house for a party. The house was huge and Lisa was in her element. Wilson was there with Jeri, a nurse from gerontology. Even the team and their dates had shown up. Cameron was there with Dr. Patrick O'Shaunessy, the new internist. Every woman at PPTH had been trying to catch his eye except Cameron. When he realized that Cameron hadn't noticed him, he was smitten. For four weeks he asked her and then begged her to go out with him. Of course every time he came into the office he caught hell from House.

"I see. You're an internist, that must mean you didn't cut it in a real specialty."

"Yeah, all the real specialties were taken, it was up between Internist or Diagnostician and I figured I'd pick a real specialty, even if it was low man on the totem pole."

"Cameron isn't interested in you, you don't limp."

"Neither does my dick.."

Cameron started laughing and House looked at her, let out a short, faked laugh and walked out. After several weeks of House's abuse, Cameron finally gave in and agreed to go out with him two weeks ago. They went out on one date and he hadn't spent a night in his own place since then.

Fiona was looking great in a black lace over nude slip maternity dress. Her beautiful full breasts were well displayed in the dress. She was smiling and happy and ignoring House's comments about her thighs of thunder and butt of blubber. She was over at the appetizers talking to Chase when she felt the liquid rush down her leg. She had a look of horror on her face and Chase grabbed her shoulder because he was sure she was going to pass out.

"Fiona, what's wrong?"

She looked down and he saw the puddle and her wet nylons. "Chase does this mean I'm going to have the baby now?"

"Soon mate, let me find House and we'll take care of you." He motioned to Foreman who was chatting up a young woman. Foreman came over reluctantly.


"Fiona's water just broke, can you get someone to clean this up before they slip?"

"Oh, yeah...sure." He was excited.

Chase took Fiona by the hand and then put his arm around her and took her over to find House. House and Wilson were over by the bar nursing some whiskeys. Wilson looked over his shoulder and saw Chase escorting Fiona over to them. Fiona looked very worried.

"House." He nodded in Fiona's direction.

House looked up, took one look at his wife and started to walk towards her. "Bad shrimp?" He said to her.

"Her water broke." Chase told him with a sarcastic smile on his face.

Wilson started laughing and House gave him a sharp look. "Ok, are you having any cramps or pains?"

"Not yet."

"Well then we have some time. Let's go home and get your bag."


House put his arm around her and kissed her on the head. "Come on sweetcheeks, let's get that fat ass home and then to the hospital."

She looked up at him and said, "I'm scared."

"I'd be afraid too if I had those thighs, but it will be ok. Wilson, can you give our regards to Cuddy."

"Sure. Hey, I'll come over in a few hours to see how you guys are doing." Wilson reached over and gave Fiona a kiss on the cheek , "Good luck, Mom."

Fiona and House took off and got back to the apartment. Fiona went in and packed a bag. She and House changed and then went out to the living room where they sat down on the couch and watched Dick Clark. She started having contractions but they were pretty far apart. She laid down on the couch with her head in his lap. He had a single malt whiskey and was stroking her hair. When the Time Square Ball made its way down the pole she turned over and looked up at him. House leaned down and kissed her.

"Happy New Year Mrs. House."

"Happy New Year Mr. Dacey."

"How are you feeling?"

"Okay, a little uncomfortable. The contractions are getting stronger. Do you realize that this is the last time we will be alone together as a family for the rest of our lives. Ater tomorrow it will be the three of us?"

"I've been thinking about that myself. It seems odd. I never expected to have a child, let alone one when I was almost 50."

"Ahgg..that one hurt." She grabbed below her belly.

He started timing the contractions and they were still six minutes apart.

"Let's go to bed so that maybe you can get some sleep. I have a feeling it is going to be a long day."

They went to the bedroom and crawled, fully clothed under the covers. Around five in the morning . Fiona finally shook House awake. "Honey. House. I'm having really heavy contractions."

House sat up and tried to open his eyes. He finally focused on her and said, "How far apart are the contractions?"

"Three minutes."

"Three minutes? We better get you in."

They drove to the hospital and the obstetrician met them. House asked him, "Are you too hung over to deliver my daughter?"

"I didn't go out last night House, I don't drink."


"Fiona, I'm sending you straight up, you're dilated 6 cm; you've been in active labor for awhile. Why didn't you come in sooner? Another centimeter and you'll be in transition."

"I wanted Greg to get some rest before we came in...ahhgg. Can I get the epidural now?"

"I don't think so, you're too far along." He said.

"You're joking right?" She asked.

"An epidural will slow you down considerably and with your contractions coming so fast we may slip and do some damage. I suggest you go it without one."

She was in the middle of a contraction and not liking the idea one bit. "Dr. Jefferson, I want that damn epidural."

House said, "Fiona, you could have serious damage done if they slip during the epidural. Maybe he can give you some Demerol."

"Yes, I already have it ordered. We'll take the edge off the pain with that."

They gave Fiona the Demoral and it helped some, but she still called House every name in the book for getting her pregnant. At about eight in the morning House saw the crown of his daughter. He felt a lump in his throat and he was very antsy. He could hardly stand in one place.

"Fiona, I can see the baby's head. It's almost over."

"Thank God. I'm exhausted." She replied.

"Ok, on this next contraction I want you to really push...and I do mean push."

She pushed and the baby's head came out. House supported the head until Fiona could push the shoulders and body out. She did and the baby practically squirted into House's hands. He started laughing. Jefferson was laughing too.

"What are you laughing about? Is she ok?"

Jefferson smiled, "The baby is fine and beautiful. We're laughing because it's a boy."

"What?? A boy? You guys both thought it was a girl on the sonogram."

"Sometimes they aren't as clear as we'd like. But there is no mistaking that you have a baby boy, he's got a nice sized pecker on him." Jefferson chuckled.

"Just great, I don't think I have any boy clothes at home."

"Well, let's get back to the task at hand. Here House, cut the cord." Jefferson handed the scissors to House, then cut the umbillical cord. The nurses immediately took the baby, cleaned his face, cleaned his nose pasage , weighed him and did his Apgar score. He scored a 10 on the scale so there wasn't any concerns. They swaddled him and handed him back to House who took him up to Fiona so she could hold him. In the meantime the placenta was delivered and discarded.

The nurses cleaned up Fiona and after a few more minutes the staff left and House and Fiona were alone with their son.

"I don't believe you, I want to see his penis." She started to take the swaddling off. "My God, how could you have missed that?" She wrapped him back up again. "I don't even have a boy's name picked out."

"It's ok, we have lots of time. He's so ugly. I don't know why I suddenly feel like I need to protect him and take care of him. Why are babies so unappealing when they are born?"

"House...that's your son. He's beautiful...look at those perfect fingers, toes and lips. He isn't ugly at all, he's gorgeous." she said.

"Hey, I didn't say that I didn't love him. I do and I love you too. He'll look more human when he's a few weeks old."

People started coming by with gifts, mostly dresses and things for girls. It was the big joke of the day that House got something wrong. House and Fiona made a decision to call him Ian Clapton House. Ian, because it is John in Gaelic, after House's father and Clapton for Fiona's mentor.

Ian turned out to be a real boy. There was nothing girlie about him at all. He terrorized all the girls in nursery school and dominated the males. He was frequently referred to as an Alpha Male. But the one thing he could do that calmed him down and kept his attention was play the piano. He and his Dad played the piano almost every day together. Mom played the violin, but he wasn't interested in it. By the time he was four he was a master at the piano. At seven he entered Julliard and at ten he played Carnegie Hall. His father was both proud and envious of his talent. His mother was proud and disappointed that he didn't want to play the violin. But no matter what House had decided, life had turned out pretty good, in fact, it was molto dolce.

The End (Dear Readers, Please leave me some comments, I'd like to know if you liked the story! Thanks, Gorblimey2)