CHAPTER 1: Please read and comment.

"So what does the stomach pain tell us?" House asked as he stood in front of his whiteboard in his conference room.

Foreman flipped through the chart of their latest patient in frustration from his position at the conference table.

"That it could be gastroenteritis, gall bladder disease, colon cancer, diverticulitis, kidney stones, an intestinal obstruction or a thousand other things," he said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

"Well let's try to narrow it down from a thousand before lunch, shall we?" House asked condescendingly.

"Why? Got a hot date or something?" Thirteen asked with an arched eyebrow.

Just then, the phone on House's desk started ringing. House began to limp towards the desk to answer it.

"With Wilson. He's wearing my favorite pair of tighty- whities today," House replied to her.

"I always pegged Wilson as a boxers guy," Thirteen whispered to Foreman, leaning over towards him.

Foreman laughed slightly as House picked up the phone.

"Hello," House said.

"Got a case," Chase said promptly on the other end of the phone.

"Already got a case," House replied curtly.

"Trust me. You'll be interested. Thirty- eight year old female presents with dizziness, temporary syncope, low BP and elevated hCG levels," Chase stated.

"You needed me to confirm a diagnosis of pregnancy?" House asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"Oh, I knew the diagnosis," Chase assured him.

House grimaced. "Then why are you wasting my time—" he began.

"I just thought YOU'D like to know the diagnosis…" Chase said in a leading tone.

At first, House shook his head, having absolutely no idea what Chase was talking about.

But as he was about to yell at Chase for annoying him, he suddenly stopped himself, a look of epiphany enveloping his features.

"…LISA?" House managed to ask through the lump in his throat.

"She's in Dr. Sobol's office waiting for you. She bumped her head a bit when she fainted in the NICU. She's fine. Just a bit of a headache…" Chase told him.

Chase then felt Cuddy lightly thread her fingers through his.

He looked down at her as she lay on the examining table in Dr. Sobol's OB/ Gyn office.

She was holding an ice pack on her head where she had fallen.

She had a tired, yet incredibly happy smile on her face.

"… And pregnant," Chase added, returning Cuddy's smile with an affectionate one of his own.


At around seven thirty that evening, Chase limped down the hallway with his cane towards Cuddy's hospital room. He had already changed out of the set of scrubs he had worn that day in the NICU and back into his jeans, t- shirt and sneakers.

He glanced at his watch and smiled when he saw the time.

"SOPHIE'S PROBABLY BOARDING HER FLIGHT RIGHT NOW," Chase thought happily to himself.

Knowing that his girlfriend's flight was scheduled to take off at eight pm, he only had a half- hour before he had to leave for Princeton Airport if he wanted to meet her on time.

He couldn't wait to bring her to their new home.

"THEIR HOME," Chase repeated in his head.

He had met Sophie Wilson at a restaurant while he was on a conference with Cuddy in Boston last October. Sophie had been waiting tables and tending bar there for extra cash, and was a third year medical student at Boston University at the time.

He shook his head and laughed sheepishly as he remembered the events of that tumultuous week.

For in that same week that he had met Sophie, later discovering that she was James Wilson's younger sister, he had also cheated on Cameron with Cuddy while drunk in the hotel room they had been forced to share because House had canceled Cuddy's room reservation.

He and Sophie had quickly fallen for each other.

And then he had hurt his ankle and had become addicted to Vicodin.

And for a while, things were very good between them, despite his pain and addiction.

And then they weren't.

Sometimes he still couldn't believe that after everything that he and Sophie had been through in the last several months that she still was willing to transfer to Princeton Plainsboro medical school and move in with him.

But he quickly pushed those thoughts aside as he dug his bottle of Ultram out of his pocket, his fingers brushing lightly against the copy of their new house key that he had made for Sophie.

After swallowing his prescribed painkiller dry, he impulsively stuck his hand in his other pocket, making sure that the housewarming present he had bought for Sophie was still there.

He then pushed the door open to Cuddy's room, finding her sitting up slightly on the bed, her legs stretched out in front of her, her ankles crossed.

"How you feeling, boss?" Chase asked with a smile.

"Still have a bit of a headache," she replied, returning his smile.

Chase grabbed a nearby ophthalmoscope and moved closer to her to examine her right eye.

"Your eyes are beautiful," Chase said as he critically looked through the ophthalmoscope.

"You don't have to flatter me. I already slept with you, remember?" Cuddy quipped.

"Just getting a jump on my performance review…" Chase replied dryly, examining her other eye.

"…And it seems you have no memory loss," he added cheekily.

Cuddy grinned in response. It was partly Chase's charm that had wooed her several months ago at that conference.

And his beautiful face, hot body and the hard alcohol she had drank that night didn't hurt either.

"You can take Tylenol for the pain," Chase told her, placing the instrument on a nearby tray.

"I'm not taking anything," Cuddy declared firmly.

Chase shot her a look of disdain. "You know that Tylenol is safe during pregnancy. You're just being stubborn."

"Chase, I've waited a long time to get pregnant. I'm doing anything to put the baby at risk," she stated.

"Fine. Suit yourself," Chase replied with a shrug as he began to write in her chart.

"Is MOMMY good to go?" a familiar voice asked from the doorway.

Chase turned around to see House standing behind him, holding onto the door handle and twirling his cane in his other hand. His backpack was slung over his shoulder.

"Almost," Chase replied, turning back to Cuddy.

"…DADDY," Chase added with a smirk as he winked at Cuddy.

House tilted his head curiously.

"That was probably the first time anyone has ever called me 'daddy' in a non- sexual setting," he commented.

"Thanks for sharing," Chase muttered.

House then crossed the room towards Cuddy's bed, limping past Chase as he did so. He leaned over slightly as he gazed into Cuddy's soft blue- grey eyes.

"How's your head?" House asked her in a gruff, yet somewhat tender voice.

"Still hurts, but I'm ok," she replied.

House glanced down at her abdomen, wishing that Chase would just leave the room so he could spend a few minutes with the mother of his child alone.

As if sensing House's feelings towards him, Chase signed off on Cuddy chart and closed the file.

"Everything looks good here. You're free to go. Don't forget to make your first prenatal appointment with Sobol," Chase told her.

"…Maybe you should stay overnight for observation," House suggested after a pause with a furrowed brow.

"Greg, I'm fine," Cuddy said dismissively.

"I'll admit you for one night. What's the big deal?" House asked her.

"The big deal is that you're trying to get out of Chase and Sophie's painting party tomorrow," Cuddy replied knowingly, folding her arms across her chest.

"And I'm NOT going to let you use our embryo as an excuse to renege on every social engagement that we're invited to," she added with a righteous tone.

"You know, paint fumes could be toxic to an unborn baby," House told her, hoping that the usual fears of a new mother would kick in.

"Then I'll sit on Chase and Sophie's new deck and put my feet up on a chair with an iced drink in my hand while YOU help them paint," she retorted, a broad grin forming on her lips.

Chase chuckled to himself, causing House to glare at him sharply.

"Shouldn't you be heading to the airport so you can start shacking up with Wilson's sister already?" House asked him in annoyance.

"Congratulations," Chase told Cuddy with an eyeroll at House's comment.

"Thank you," she replied in earnest.

After Chase had left the room, House sat down on the bed next to her, gently pushing her legs over a bit.

He then opened his backpack and produced a paperback copy of "What To Expect When You're Expecting."

Cuddy smiled warmly at House's thoughtfulness as he handed her the book.

"I had a coupon from the last time when I bought the Kamasutra," House snarked.

"I love a man with a commitment to frugality," Cuddy replied.

"And ancient porn from the Eastern Hemisphere, apparently," House said, the corners of his lips turning upwards.

Cuddy chuckled as she opened the book and began to flip through its contents.

"So I take it that you're gonna read that whole thing in one night?" House asked, jutting his chin at the book.

"I'm not THAT much of an overachiever," Cuddy replied.

House gazed at her contemplatively, knowing there was something else behind that statement.

Feeling his eyes on her, Cuddy pursed her lips together and closed the book, placing it on her lap.

"…The book covers the entire pregnancy… I'm only at three weeks…" she explained hesitantly, trailing off.

"You want to take this one step at a time," House finished for her.

Cuddy nodded, exhaling in relief that she didn't have to explain to him how nervous she was about finally being pregnant.

And how even more nervous she was that she'd hopefully be able to carry the baby to full term.

House shrugged. "Works for me," he said simply.

His eyes then drifted back down to her flat abdomen, thinking to himself that he couldn't wait for her to start showing.

"…You wanna touch my stomach, don't you?" she asked in a soft, throaty voice.

House nodded in response.

Cuddy took his hand in hers and placed it on her belly. House splayed out his fingers, the corners of his lips turning up once again.

Cuddy melted at the sight of House's moment of emotion.

"Keep in mind, this is just a precursor to feeling you up later," he assured her.

"Yeah, that's what I figured," she replied.

His hand still on her belly, he looked up at her once more, his bright cerulean eyes sparkling.

"Told you my boys could swim," he said.

"I never doubted them," she assured him with a smile.


Around ten minutes later, House and Cuddy were walking together towards House's office to retrieve his leather jacket when Cuddy felt the urge to pee.

"I just need to use the bathroom for a minute," Cuddy told him, already headed towards the women's room in the hallway.

"Frequent urination already? Told you that you're an overachiever," House stated.

"I'll meet you in your office when I'm done," she called back to him over her shoulder.

House pushed the glass door to his private office open and headed to his desk. His leather jacket was draped over the back of his chair.

As he limped over to the desk, he noticed a note scrawled in blue ink on the top of his desk.

An odd feeling that he couldn't identify spread throughout his chest as he read the note.







After staring at the note for a few moments, House forced the odd feeling down, crumpled up the paper and stuffed it carelessly into the pocket of his jeans.


At around 8:45 that evening, Chase was anxiously waiting at Baggage Claim in Princeton Airport, craning his neck as he searched through throngs of people for Sophie, shifting his weight back and forth as he did so.

He glanced one more time at the list of arrivals that was displayed on the board behind him, nodding his head once when he saw that Sophie's flight had landed a few moments ago.

He turned back towards the crowd that was walking towards the conveyor belt, nervously playing with the copy of Sophie's key between his fingers.

And then he saw her.

And his heart felt as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

She had swept her long, dark wavy hair up off her neck. She was wearing a tight black v- neck t- shirt, hip hugging army green Capri- style pants, black Converse All- Star sneakers and her rectangular framed glasses. Her backpack purse was slung over her shoulder.

Upon spotting him through the dense crowd, Sophie stopped in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat.

For a moment, she just stood there, staring at him.

She could swear that the entire airport could hear her heart hammering.

With a soft smile, Chase limped over to where she was standing with the help of his rosewood cane.

Having finally reached her, his beautiful aquamarine eyes sparkled as they traced her entire face, the light scent of white lily and vanilla engulfing his senses.

"You changed soaps," Chase said softly, gazing into her deep brown eyes.

Her insides fluttered as she reached up to caress his smooth cheek.

"You shaved," she said tenderly, her fingers skating over his baby soft skin.

Chase turned his face towards her palm and kissed her there.

"I thought it looked cleaner… you know, for the babies in the NICU," he explained.

"And for the nurses," she teased, biting her lower lip.

Chase grinned. "Do you hate it?" he asked her.

"No," she said, shaking her head a bit, deeply stirred by his gaze.

Chase then reached into his pocket, producing the copy of the key to their new home that he had made for her. He had attached the key to a sterling silver Tiffany keychain that was in the shape of a flower.

"You ready to go home?" he asked her as he handed her the keychain.

Sophie smiled at the key warmly as she took it from his hand. She then took her glasses off her face, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

Chase almost lost his balance as her lips engulfed his in an impetuous kiss. Their lips parted in unison as their tongues delicately met. He moaned into her mouth, embracing her around her waist.

"…Yes," she murmured against his lips.


By the time all of Sophie's luggage came off the conveyor belt and had loaded it into Chase's car, they had arrived at their new townhouse in Princeton after ten pm.

Having already moved in a few weeks ago, Chase's stuff was all put away in their appropriate places around the house.

Most importantly, he had set up his Xbox in one of the three bedrooms that they had decided to use as a media room.

Chase had bought a bottle of Moet champagne to celebrate their first night together in the new house. They were sitting in the living room on a cream colored leather couch, enjoying the champagne, staring at Sophie's many suitcases and boxes that she had either checked through on the flight and had shipped a few weeks ago.

"I didn't know where you wanted any of your stuff, so I just left it," Chase told her, taking a sip from his glass.

"I can't believe how much stuff I actually own," Sophie said, staring at all of her belongings in slight awe and disbelief.

"We'll we've got that big cedar closet in the basement. Might as well start filling it up," Chase commented.

Sophie nodded, took another sip of her champagne and set down the glass on the natural wood coffee table that Chase had purchased from Ikea.

As she began to push herself off the couch, Chase grabbed her wrist.

"Wait wait wait. I didn't mean NOW," Chase said pulling her back down to the couch with a smirk on his face.

Sophie arched her eyebrow. "You've got other ideas for how we should spend our first night together?"

"A LOT of other ideas," he said eagerly, lowering her down onto the couch.

He kissed her passionately, warming her soft, supple breast with his hand over her t- shirt as he pressed his body against hers.

Sophie wound her legs around his back, taking care not to brush his left ankle in the process.

"Let's unpack tomorrow," he murmured as his full lips made their way down her neck.

"Works for me," she breathed.