DISCALIMER- House is fox

AN i decided to be nice and not keep you all in suspense. enjoy!

CHAPTER SIX

Stacy Warner parked her car and entered the diner between Short Hills and Princeton, looking around cautiously. She saw him then in the back booth, playing with the salt shaker on the table and staring at the menu.

"Hey," she said quietly approaching. He looked up at her, and gave a small smile as she sat down.

"Hey. Thanks for coming."

"No worries. It sounded serious. Do you need legal help?"

House shook his head. "No. Uh, personal help."

Stacy nodded. "Ok. Shoot."

House took a deep breath. "I'm seeing someone."

She frowned. "Ok. Uh, congratulations. Who is it?"

He gave her a tentative look. "Allison Cameron."

Stacy tried and failed miserably to hide her surprise. "Wow. I never thought... of all the names that flashed by in two seconds, she wasn't one of them. For how long? Is it serious?"

"We're living together. It's been about eighteen months, or thereabout."

"So, why do you need my help?"

House sighed, and Stacy could tell it was big for him to hesitate this much. "Greg, I can't help unless I know what I'm helping with," she said gently.

House nodded. "Ok. For... about eight months now... we've been trying."

Stacy was bewildered. "Trying?"

"For a baby," he clarified and Stacy's eyes widened.

"Oh." She cleared her throat and tried to regain her composure. "How's it going?"

"Well, the sex is good, but no baby so far."

"You know it can take up to a year to conceive," she told him gently.

"I know that, thank you Dr. Warner. And Allison knows it too... but..."

"But?" she persuaded.

"She's giving up," he said gently. "And she's pushing me away."

At last, Stacy understood. "Oh."

He nodded. "I'm finally on the receiving end. It's not great for the self-esteem."

She laughed. "No, not really."

"So... sorry about that," he said awkwardly.

"After six years, I think I'm over it," she chuckled.

"So what do I do?" he asked her into the silence that followed.

Stacy sighed heavily, and leaned forward. "Talk to her. Tell her you love her, it will happen eventually, and then be patient. Just don't give up on her. And then send me baby pictures."

House laughed and nodded. "Thanks."

"My pleasure," Stacy smiled sincerely.

House entered their townhouse that afternoon with a bouquet of flowers and kissed Cameron gently before crawling into bed beside her.

"How was work?" she asked softly rolling over to talk to him.

"Fine. How are you feeling?"

"Better. Not so achy," she smiled faintly.

House fingered her jaw softly and pulled her close. "Listen, can we talk?"

She nodded warily. "Sure."

House took a deep breath. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Good. Allie, I don't want to stop trying."

She said nothing, just stared at him with her big blue eyes and encouraged, House pressed on.

"Allie, I really want this baby. And I want it because it's yours and mine, and no matter how long it takes, I know it's going to happen for us. You were meant to be a mother, and I think the universe owes me a chance to screw a kid up instead of healing them."

Cameron laughed and he grinned at her. "I love you. And I'm not giving up. But I think there's more of a chance for success if we're both trying. What do you say, babe?"

Cameron nodded and kissed him lovingly. "Ok. Maybe a few more months."

"Atta girl."

Cameron announced her pregnancy three months later, to the surprise of her co-workers and family, and to the joy of her boyfriend. She had a seemingly quick and healthy pregnancy, and both House and Cameron were thrilled at the prospect of their child.

It was three days after her due date when Cameron awoke in the middle of the night two weeks later with a sharp pain. She groaned, assuming it was indigestion and rolled over. When the pain returned, seemingly even sharper, she gasped and looked at the clock blearily. To her shock, she realised the two pains were only ten minutes apart.

House let out a loud snore as she turned on the light and shook him awake.

"Greg! Greg, get up!"

"If this is like the other night and you just want chocolate and leftover Chinese, get it yourself," he mumbled crossly.

Cameron frowned and poked him roughly. "Greg, come on. I think I'm in labour!"

With a start, House opened his eyes and lifted his head to check the time. "It's two thirty in the morning!"

"So? What do you want me to do? Ask my uterus to wait a couple of hours so you can sleep in?" she demanded.

"Good plan. Thanks."

Cameron poked him again, as another contraction hit. "Crap! Greg!"

At her gasp of pain he opened his eyes in concern. "Allie, are you sure?"

"What do you think?" Cameron winced, clutching her stomach in agony.

House sighed, sat up and swallowed a Vicodin. "Ok, ok. It has lousy timing. Who wants to be born before the suns up? The sun rises every day, it's not like it'll miss anything. It's definitely your kid."

She glared at him as she slowly got out of bed.

"Sorry. Not helping, am I?"

Cuddy entered her office at seven thirty in the morning, her mind full of the meetings, paperwork and duties she had to fulfil that day. At ten, she was on the phone, when Foreman entered her office, looking confused and slightly worried. Quickly, she ended her call and glanced questioningly at him.

"What's up?"

"Have you seen House?"

Cuddy chuckled. "You guys have no cases, therefore, House has no mad-scientist games to play. He also has no clinic duty right now in case of baby-related emergencies, so he has no reason to come and bug me. Why?"

Foreman shrugged. "We just got a case. Referral from Dr. Ritter. House hasn't been into the office. Neither him or Cameron are answering and the home just goes to machine. Wilson and Chase checked all his hide-outs, but he's not anywhere."

Cuddy frowned. "That's impossible."

She rose and left her office, Foreman following to the nurse's station in the lobby. "Brenda, has House checked in today?"

Brenda shrugged. "I haven't seen him, but I'll check." She flicked through some papers, and came across a memo. She read it and her jaw dropped in surprise.

"What is it?" Cuddy demanded.

"Uh, this is from the night nurse. House checked in at two-forty eight this morning."

Cuddy and Foreman exchanged glances. "Why would House check in at two in the morning?" asked Foreman.

Brenda raised an eyebrow. "He didn't per se. He checked in Dr. Cameron. To maternity."

Cuddy gasped and Foreman nodded, as though he should have known. "Of course. Cameron's in labour. Thanks, Brenda."

"Room 1247," she called after them as the two hurried for the elevators.

"Did you find him?" asked Wilson, as they entered the office to find Chase, Wilson and Abby waiting anxiously.

"Yeah, we did. We're going up now."

"Up?" repeated Chase. "We checked the roof."

"He's not on the roof," Cuddy said as they all piled back into the elevator. "He's in maternity."

Cameron was seven centimetres dilated, and her contractions two minutes apart, when her colleagues entered the room. House sat in a chair next to the bed, playing his PSP as she tried to distract herself with television.

"Hey!" Wilson exclaimed in astonishment as they entered.

She looked up in wonder, but smiled pleased to see them. "Hi guys. What's up?"

She grimaced as another contraction hit, and Cuddy hurried over to help her.

"Sarah's on her way, probably breaking every speed limit to get here," Wilson grinned.

"How are you doing?" Cuddy asked soothingly.

Cameron sighed. "Every book I read on childbirth described contractions as a mild discomfort with slight pressure. Has anyone of these people ever had a baby? Or is there a rule to write these books you must be male or sterile?"

Wilson suppressed a smile as he turned to his friend. "How are you doing?"

House put a finger to his lips. "I'm under orders not to talk."

Cameron glared at him. "Because you decided to entertain me by listing all the things that could possibly go wrong in childbirth."

Foreman and Chase stared at their boss in amazement. "House!"

He shrugged. "What? I did research. 480 per 10,000 pregnancies end in the mother's death in developed countries. 1,600 women die every day from childbirth complications. There's a 20 chance of the doctors having to do an emergency caesarean due to complications with the umbilical cord or foetal stress; and a 36.5 chance of the baby being breech and there being difficulties in the delivery due to Allison's pelvic bone structure."

Cameron, looking terrified, turned to Wilson. "Make him stop! Please!"

"Don't talk!" Wilson instructed him in exasperation.

"Allie, don't listen to him," Cuddy assured her. "Your body can do anything it needs to, to get that baby out safely, okay?"

"And if this kid's as stubborn as her father, she's not going anywhere," Chase added.

Cameron smiled and nodded, but still looked worried. Cuddy simply leant over and smacked House over the head.

Eventually, Chase and Foreman left to work on the new case, but Cuddy, Wilson and a breathless Sarah stayed with the couple. Finally, twelve hours after her labour begun, Cameron was taken into the delivery room.

"Okay, Allison we need another big push," said the doctor calmly.

Cameron, exhausted collapsed weakly against the bed. "I can't. I'm sorry."

House sighed and grasped her sweaty hand. "Yes, you can. One big push, alright? Allie, just take a deep breath."

She shook her head and closed her eyes, crying softly. "No, I can't. It's too much."

"No, it's not. If you can survive live with me, you can give us one big push," House retorted, sitting her up and sitting behind her as he rubbed her back.

Cameron moaned slightly, but grudgingly began to push.

"Allison, you're going to need to push harder, nothing's happening!" the doctor said firmly.

Cameron complied, and then the doctor called, "Ok, stop pushing! I see something!"

She took a deep breath as the doctor looked carefully. "Oh my."

Cameron panicked and House felt a chill run down his spine. "What? What is it?" he asked.

The doctor looked up at them in concern. "The baby's breech."

House raised his eyebrows and Cameron gaped in horror. "Is it okay?"

"It'll be fine, but you have to work even harder because it can't help. Ok? One big push."

"Come on, baby, you can do it!" House encouraged.

She glared at him weakly. "Look what you did! With your stupid research!"

She began to push but collapsed. "I can't. I can't do anymore."

House rubbed her back, and kissed the top of her head. "Allie, you are the strongest person I know. We need you to give us one more push, okay? Me and our baby. One push, alright?"

Cameron was crying as she clutched his hand. "I can't. It hurts."

"I know, babe, I know. I'll help, ok? On three. 1...2...3!"

Cameron pushed, and House helped by pushing her forward, encouraging her as she squeezed his hand to the point of breaking it. Suddenly, she let out a gasp and sagged against him, and a baby's cry filled the room.

"Here she is!" The doctor cried, holding her up. "Dad, do you want to cut the umbilical cord?"

House found himself smiling. "Yeah."

He cut the cord, and a nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket.

"Oh!" Cameron gasped softly as a nurse placed the infant in her arms. House was captivated by the tiny infant who lay crying in Cameron's arms, her cries in tune with her mother's but fast becoming a whimper.

With tears running down her face, yet smiling, Cameron looked up at House and laughed through her tears. "She's perfect, isn't she?"

House leant down and kissed her gently. "Just like her mother."

The nurse took her away to clean her up, and Cameron sighed as she rested tiredly against her pillow. House squeezed her hand lightly and kissed her cheek.

"I love you, you know that?"

She grinned. "I sorta suspected. I love you too."

"Here you go, Mom." The nurse handed back the baby and smiled at her. "Do you have a name?"

Cameron nodded. "Emilie Cameron House."

Emilie yawned sleepily and opened her eyes for the first time to look up at her parents. House beamed to see his daughter's eyes an exact copy of her mother's.

"Do you want to hold her?" Cameron asked him softly.

House hesitated, but nodded and Cameron transferred the tiny infant into his arms. She watched as he clearly fell in love with the tiny infant.

"I'm gonna go take the princess to meet her public," House said to Cameron.

She grinned and nodded. "Ok. Don't be long."

House kissed her and rose. "Emilie, say 'bye Mom'," he said, smiling down to his daughter.

Cameron laughed and shook her head.

House headed slowly out of the room and found everyone waiting in the corridor outside the delivery room, talking. No-one noticed him.

"Ahem."

As one, they all turned and took in the sight before them.

"Oh my god!" breathed Cuddy, and they all approached him.

"Guys, meet Emilie. Emilie, meet the idiots you'll be seeing a lot of."

"One of them's your father," Wilson grinned, as House placed the infant in his arms.

They all agreed Emilie was gorgeous and House assured them Allison was fine, and told them of the birth.

"I can't decide who she looks more like, you or Allie," Sarah said, as she held the baby.

House scoffed. "Are you blind? The kid couldn't be more gorgeous if it was Angelina Jolie's, Carmen Electra's and Johnny Depp's DNA combined. It's all Allison."

Foreman and Chase smiled at their boss. "I think fatherhood agrees with you, House."

"Yeah, it makes you pleasant."

"In that case, please have more," Cuddy begged him.

House grinned as he took Emilie back into his arms. "That might be arranged. I'll see you all later. I'm going to return my daughter to her mother, go home, sleep, shower and make a thousand phone calls."

House did all that, and returned to the hospital the next morning with a bouquet of roses. Cameron laughed when she saw them.

"What's so funny?" he frowned.

"We've been together for how long now? and this is the first time you've ever given me flowers," she explained smiling.

"Yeah, well it's the first time I've given anyone flowers. And it's the first time anyone's given me a child, so now we're even."

She kissed him gently and smelt the roses before placing them on the nightstand. "Did you call everyone?"

"Yeah, your parents and mine are catching the next flights they can. Apparently, they're only cute when they're under twenty-four hours old. Where's Emilie?"

"In the nursery, sleeping I'm guessing. So, everyone loved her?"

"Of course. They agree she's gorgeous... but that might be because I threatened to hit them with my cane if they didn't. Cuddy wants us to have more."

Cameron raised an eyebrow. "What did you say?"

"I said we'd consider it if she gave us a pay rise, and let me hire a secretary."

She laughed and House lay down next to her on the bed. "Did you sleep last night?" she asked him.

"Like a baby." Actually, he had gone home, showered and made a sandwich; before spending an hour standing in the doorway of the nursery, smiling.

"Good morning!" Wilson said cheerfully, entering the room with Sarah in tow.

"Hey, Sarah, Jim."

"Hey, Mom. How do you feel?"

Cameron grinned. "Happy. Tired. Sore. Mostly unbelievably happy."

Wilson grinned. "I have to confess we walked past the nursery three times this morning already."

"I went by twice before coming here," House admitted sheepishly.

The three laughed, and then Wilson turned to House. "Can I have a minute?"

Curious, House followed him outside to the hall, where they stood in front of the nursery, watching Emilie.

"So, what's up Jimmy?"

Wilson hesitated. "Did you call Stacy?"

"Actually, I emailed her photos, and she called me."

"Well, she called me this morning, and said she and Marc are on their way to Florida for a vacation, and wanted to know if I thought you'd be okay if they dropped by?"

House paused. "Yeah, ok."

Wilson raised an eyebrow. "Ok?"

"Sure. What time?"

"About two."

"Ok. Meet me in the lobby at ten off," House instructed him, and returned to the room to find Sarah and Cameron cooing over the baby pictures.

"Hey, what was that about?" she asked him.

"How do you feel about another visitor today?"

She smiled, and shrugged. "Fine. Who?"

"Stacy. Apparently, she's stopping by on her way to New York. Wilson thought he'd bring her by."

Cameron looked faintly surprised, but nodded. "Sure."

"So, when can we see the baby?" Sarah interrupted.

"I think the nurse was about to bring her in," House answered him.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the nurse entered the room and handed the tiny infant to Cameron.

"Hi, baby," she whispered to her daughter, gently fingering the diminutive fingers.

Sarah looked amazed at the sight of her niece, although they'd already seen her preiviously. "She's perfect Allie."

His sister grinned up at him. "Thanks, sis. Emilie, meet your Aunty Sarah and Uncle Jim."

In a rare quiet moment, as Cameron was feeding Emilie, House left to go down to the lobby with Wilson and meet Stacy.

"Jim!"

They both turned to see Stacy and Marc approaching the two men. Stacy smiled nervously at House.

"Hi, Greg."

"Stacy, Marc. How's recovery going?"

Marc looked startled at House's pleasantness. "Good, thanks. Only a few weeks left."

Stacy grinned at her ex. "So, how's fatherhood treating you?"

House smiled back, a sincerely relaxed smile on his face. "Alright. You wanna see her?"

"Definitely, I don't think those photos gave her justice," Stacy said firmly.

"They didn't," Wilson and House replied in unison.

They led the Warner's up to the room, where Cameron was waiting with the sleeping infant. "Stacy, Marc... meet Emilie Cameron House," House said proudly, enjoying the two's reaction.

Stacy approached the bed, and Cameron handed her the baby. "Wow, congratulations, Allison. She's beautiful."

"Obviously takes after her mother," House retorted.

Stacy and Cameron both smiled at him and then returned to the baby. It was a slightly awkwardly conversation, but eventually, they left leaving House and Cameron alone with the baby.

"That went well," House commented, placing Emilie in her bassinet.

"Did you have to give them such a detailed description of the birth?"

"They wanted to know!" House defended himself. "I wanted them to feel like they were there... it's not like they have any of their own."

Cameron laughed at him. "Admit it, you just enjoyed watching Stacy turn grey."

"Maybe. Boy, I wish I'd had a camera."

"You're horrible!" she protested laughing.

"Yet you love me still."

"Hopefully Emilie won't inherit certain aspects of her father's personality," she teased.

"Hopefully none of our kids will."

Cameron smiled. "Kids? Plural?"

House shrugged. "Maybe one more. Or two."

"Two would be good," she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Let's have twins and get it over with," he suggested.

"Do you enjoy me fat?"

"I enjoy you. And I enjoy you pregnant. And I have a feeling I'll enjoy you in a wedding dress."

Cameron's eyes widened. "Is that a proposal?" she asked.

House shrugged. "Maybe. Was that an acceptance for a proposal?"

She grinned secretively. "Maybe."

House sat down next to the bed, and switched on cartoons.

"You owe me a ring," she said suddenly and House picked up her left hand and kissed it. "The biggest one I can find," he promised, a small smile on his face.

Cameron was besotted with her daughter and House was almost as bad. Tiny Emilie charmed everyone she met, and House loved to show her off. Wilson and Sarah, who were recently engaged, were named the infant's godparents, and Foreman remarked thankfully that the baby's personality traits so far, were that of her mother's and not of her father's.

"So, we never heard the story of how you two got together," Chase said as the team gathered around Cameron's hospital bed that afternoon to celebrate the two's engagement.

Cameron grinned up at House as he held his daughter. "He asked for one night. I've given him over two years, a kid and a wife. I'd say he owes me."

House studied Emilie's tiny features and smiled at his new fiancée. "Maybe I do. I've got time to make it up though, right?"

She nodded. "Yeah, you've got a few years," she teased, and their friends laughed and began to talk as House silently reflected on the difference one night could make to a person's life.

The End