Just the 3 of Us, Part 8-11
PART 8
When House finally parked the car, Wilson spoke, “What are we doing here?”
“I would think that would be pretty obvious.”
“Ummmm, this is a jewelry store,”
“My God, Wilson, you’re a fucking genius.” House stated as he got out of the car and headed toward the door.”
“Greg, don’t you think we should talk to Allie about this first?”
“Why? It is the best for all of us.”
“How is that exactly?”
House sighed and stopped. “For one, Allison will have something every woman I have ever met wanted: a diamond ring and a paper saying she snagged her man. The child won’t be born out of wedlock.....”
“What if it’s mine?” Wilson shot back a him.
“What if it’s mine, or the mailman’s or Foreman’s? What is this really about Wilson?” James shrugged and shifted his feet. House looked at him, saw the strained look on his face and pulled him into a back private room at the store.
“James, hey...” He cupped the side of the younger mans face. “Listen to me, I’m only going to say this one more time. This will not change things between us. For over 8 years I sat back and watched you marry woman after woman in hoping you would find something you were missing from me. Allie is that something and I would never take that away from you.... This is something I need to do. I want to do this, please understand.”
“I’m scared Greg. Scared of losing you, of losing Allie, scared of finally becoming a father, though I’m not sure the child is even mine.” he said with a small laugh, “This is all happening so fast, and this is so drastic for you. I’m reeling, that’s all Greg. I’ll be fine.” He took a deep breath and said, “Let me pay for half the ring,” Greg started to shake his head no and Wilson held up his hand to stop him. “Please Greg. Let me do this, let me be involved in this as much as possible. No one has to know, not even Allie if you don’t want....”
“Fine, maybe we can even get you a band or something. Something for the right hand though, it would look odd, you showing up married and no one knew about it.... Oh wait, no it wouldn’t - You’ve done this like 10 times already, no one would be surprised. They probably know you by name here.”
They walked over by the diamonds and the sales man came out, “Dr. Wilson, how nice to see you again.” House just looked at Jim and rolled his eyes. Wilson had that shy smile on his face, trying hard to look sheepish. “Are you getting married again?”
“No Hector, this time it’s my friend who’s taking the plunge,”
“Congratulations sir, you must be very excited.”
“Thrilled. Can we hurry up. We only get an hour for lunch.”
“Since when have you ever worried about that?” House rolled his eyes for the second time. Why did he want to keep Wilson around again?
They started to look for the four C’s; Cut, Clarity, Carat, Cost. Well House didn’t care about the cost so that one was down. Hector was thrilled with that development; you could almost see the dollar signs in his eyes. As for cut, House wanted something simple and beautiful... he liked the Princess cut. Clarity? Only the best. That left them with carat.
“Well House, what do you think about this one?” Wilson asked with a sigh.
House was board and annoyed. He just wanted to get a freakin’ diamond put in a ring so he could give it to her. They had been there an hour and a half already, “Dammit, Jim, I’m a doctor, not a jeweler.”
“House...” Wilson sighed, almost a whine.
“This one, it’s perfect. Set it, I’ll be back at six.” House told Hector, before getting up and walking out of the store. Neither of them spoke on the way back to the hospital; each was lost in their own thoughts.
***
Allison had her head in the toilet most of the day. The morning sickness had kicked in, full force, and it didn’t seem to realize it was afternoon. “Oh... make it stop,” she moaned to herself. She never heard the door open up as both House and Wilson searched the house for her, only to find her laying on the floor in the bathroom.
“Allison are you ok?” Wilson was quickly helping her up off the floor.
“Wait Jim, not so fast, unless you want me to ruin your expensive shoes. I think I’m dying. I hope I’m dying.”
“Have you eaten anything today?” House asked her. She turned green.
“House dammit, she is sick. I don’t think you should talk about food.” Wilson scolded him.
“Well, if she ate little meals, it would help keep the sickness at bay. I’m going to make you some soup. You can’t afford to lose any weight.”
“Oh so now I’m too skinny?” she shot at him.
“I didn’t say that. I said that you shouldn’t loose weight when you are pregnant.”
“I know that Dr. House. In case you forgot, I’m also a doctor.” she snapped at him. He turned on his heel and walked away. “Greg, wait..” She called after him, but he didn’t come back. She started to cry.
“How about you take a shower Allison. It will make you feel better. You can eat something when you get out.” Wilson was once again being the peace maker. She was irrational, having spent her entire day on in the bathroom. House was.... emotional; it was something he was not used to, and certainly didn’t like. House didn’t do emotional; well he just got more prickly in the hopes of hiding he true feelings and fears.
James found him in the kitchen, making soup. “She didn’t mean it.. You know that right?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s sick.”
“I know.”
“Are you going to ask her tonight?” A shrug. “Well, it may make her feel better,”
“And it may make her think I’m doing it only doing it because of the baby.”
“Aren’t you?” James eyed him. He was the only one who that could disarm House with a look. Cameron could read him, but it was James who saw everything. “You’re afraid she’ll say no. You WANT to marry her, don’t you? Oh my God, I never thought I would see the day.” Wilson ran his hands in his hair.
“She deserves it, putting up with the two of us. I don’t know Wilson, I can’t explain it.”
“I can. You love her.” A quick nod from House. James walked over to him and embraced him. “You’re a good man Greg. This just makes me love you even more. We can do this. We’ll find a way.” They kissed for a few moments. It was desperate and passionate, almost violent, like their love. They broke apart as Cameron entered the room.
“Greg,” she said, almost a sob and he held out an arm for her. The three of them stood in the kitchen, holding each other as she sobbed.
Allison ate the soup and drank some ginger ale. House and Wilson clucked over her like little mother hens. She almost laughed at the sight. House was right, she did feel a little better, though she wasn’t sure if it was the food or them. It was a relief that they knew and were taking it so well.
During her musing, they got quiet. Too quiet. She looked at them, House shifted uncomfortably and Wilson looked strained and nervous. She swallowed and tried to find her voice; her mouth suddenly felt dry. “What?” she finally managed. Wilson looked at House and saw he had turned white.
His eyes stood out more than normal and he wouldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. Wilson cleared his throat, Greg glanced at him then turned the full power of his eyes on to Allison. Her heart stopped, then beat frantically with fear.
“Allie,” he started. She could feel the sting of tears, he was leaving. Oh God, she thought, here it comes. “I...Wilson and I.... Dammit...” He was stammering, He never stammered. Dropping his cane, he pulled out a chair and sat in front of Allison. He took her hand and noticed that his were trembling. He cursed himself silently. Allison was sitting there, her eyes huge, her heart beating a thousand times a minute with no idea what was going on. He shot a look at Wilson and wondered how he managed to do this three times, when he couldn’t even do it once.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box and set it down in front of her. She looked at it like she had no idea what it was. A small black velvet box only left one of two things, earrings or a ring. She looked up at him, puzzled. He sighed, wishing she would just say yes already. Than it dawned on him: he had never asked the question.
Allison felt detached from her body. She was sitting, which was a good thing; House was across from her, looking far more nervous than she had ever seen him. Wilson stood, stone quiet and nothing was making any sense to her.
“Marry me.” He finally managed to get the words past the lump in his throat.
“What?” she whispered.
House sighed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he tried to collect himself. “I want you to marry me Allie.”
“Because of the baby?”
“Yes. No! Because I love you.” He was, in fact shanking now.
“You love me?”
“Yes,”
She looked up at Jim, “We can’t. What about James.”
“It’s Ok Allie. Greg and I have talked about this. It is for the best. It won’t change anything between us. It will still be the three of us. This is for your parents, for you and for the baby. No one will be able to say anything bad about you, or House. Besides everyone already thinks the two of you are involved. Imagine the looks on their faces when they see this...” He smiled, trying to reassure her. It would actually be funny to see.
“Please Allie, let me do this for you. Marry me.”
“Under one condition,”
House knew he wouldn’t like this, but said, “Ok, what?”
“Tell me you love me again,”
He smiled for the first time all day; actually, for the first time in a long while, and when it reached his eyes making them sparkle in a way she had never seen. “I love you Allison. Marry me, and in a round about way, Wilson also. We can say our own vowels with him. It’ll be our own little thing, rings and everything. What do you say?”
“Yes Greg, I will marry you, and we both can marry James. I love you both.” House took the ring from the box and slipped it on her finger with steady hands. Another hurdle had been crossed on the road to happiness.
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PART 9
To say that heads had turned the next day at work was like saying House was only a little grumpy from time to time. After the collective gasps and the exchange of money, the diagnostic department settled down. It was the remainder of the hospital that was still in shock. House and Allison got looks and heard all of the whisperers. The ones about blackmail, babies and sympathy. They ignored all of them. Wilson did his best to defend the couple, but he could only say so much. It quieted down in a few days.
***
Allison’s OBGYN was a resident at the hospital, but she knew she could count on his discretion. Her appointment was Friday at 11:00.
“Allison Cameron to see Dr. Rock.” She took her seat in the waiting room and sighed. Her heart was pounding, this was it, the proof. No more denial. A spark of light caught her attention and she gazed down at her ring. It was breathtaking and she still couldn’t believe that House had asked her. Somehow she knew Wilson was in on it. Whether he had helped pick it out, helped pay for it, or something else. She knew he wouldn’t just sit by and watch it happen.
“Dr. Rock will see you know. Right this way.” Taking a deep breath, she followed the nurse.
She had her blood pressure checked, a little high, but that was due to stress. She peed in a cup, was weighed, (and House was worried about her losing weight!) and all the filling out of paper work was behind her. She sat in her gown (which didn’t cover anywhere near enough), feeling naked, scared and alone. She should have had one of them come with her.
“Allison, hi,” The doctor offered his hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Ok. Sometimes I feel ok, other times I can’t get out of the bathroom.”
“I see you got engaged, congratulations. Anyone I know?”
“You mean you don’t know?”
“No...should I?”
“It’s all over the hospital.” she told him, amazed he hadn’t heard.
“Well, we pretty much keep to ourselves up here.”
“Dr. House.” Allison waited for his reaction.
“Dr House? THE Dr. House? I heard he was gay.” The last was added under his breath, but she still caught it.
“Well Dr. Rock, I can assure you he isn’t, or I wouldn’t be here.”
“Right. I see you have left the medical history of the father blank. Do you need to have him fill it out?”
“No... I... ummm... I’m not sure who the father is.”
“Ok. Let me get this straight. You are engaged to Dr. House, the most ornery doctor we have, but you don’t know if it is his? Does he know that?”
“Dr. Rock, are we talking as friends or as patient and doctor?”
“What ever you have to say is confidential, Allison.” he assured her.
Her hands were shaking, she never had to admit that she was sleeping with two different men before. Foreman had figured it out on his own, well with a little help. “It could be Dr. Wilson’s also.”
“So, it could be Wilson’s OR House’s?”
“Right.”
“Ok; let me see here. They are aware of this?” She nodded. “Good. That will help. Well they are both in good health, relatively speaking. Why don’t I give you the proper forms and you can fill them out at home, when you have the answers you need.”
“That would be great. Listen, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea here.”
“You don’t have to explain to me.”
“I was on the pill. We are all in a relationship, committed to each other and clean. This is a shock for all of us, but we will find a way to make it work.”
“I hope you do. Now lets see how far along you are.”
“I’m not sure. 5 months ago, I think.”
“Alright, you are on the four month pill so that opens us up to anywhere from 4 to 12 weeks.” He got out the ultrasound machine and put a warm glob of goo on her stomach. He first checked the ovaries and also the fallopian tubes, all clear. Dr. Rock then examined her uterus and found the heartbeat. At the sound of it, she got tears in her eyes. “Interesting...”
“What? What is it? Is the baby ok?” She was starting to panic now.
***
“Paging Dr. House, paging Dr. Wilson to Exam Room 3. Dr. House and Dr. Wilson to Exam Room 3 please.”
Allison sat in the room, her heart pounding entirely too fast so she was becoming light headed. She chose the clinic to break the news because it would be less obvious there - not as much glass. Greg was there only moments before Wilson. The noticed her pallor at about the same time. “Allie, what is the matter?” House asked.
“Is the baby alright?” Wilson questioned. This set her off, she started to cry, scaring them both even more.
“Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” House cooed. He didn’t like the looks of this. It was in this moment he realized how much he was looking forward to becoming a father. He now feared that the chance was going to be taken away before it even happened.
Wilson gently took the ultrasound photo from her hand gently as she clung to House. He stared at it, trying to grasp what his eyes were seeing. He brain wouldn’t work. “Ummm, Greg?”
Greg took the photo out of his hands and looked. Really looked at the photos. Baby A and Baby B. “Twins?” Cameron cried harder. “You’re pregnant with twins?” He got a weak shake of her head to confirm. “Oh my God.” he said and started to laugh. Both Cameron and Wilson looked at him like he was insane. “We are truly the most fucked up family I have ever seen. Twins. Never would I have ever imagined that one. Well I guess there is one for me and one for you Jim. What do you want? A girl or a boy?” Tears were coming out of his eyes and no one was sure if he was laughing or crying anymore. Wilson and Cameron joined him and they hugged, lingering somewhere between sobbing and hysterical laughing.
“I’m already 10 weeks.” She added and they laughed more. Seven months to go, if they were lucky; if they didn’t come early, twins almost always came a few weeks early.
“Well, I guess we’ll need to bump up the wedding or you will be huge.”
“Thanks, just what I needed. I’m already growing out of my clothes. Thank God my lab coat hides my stomach, though I may grow out of it soon.”
“You can wear mine.” Wilson offered. He got her best shove-it-up-your-ass look for his trouble. “Oh Allie, I love you.” he said as he kissed her on the forehead. “Our baby will be the cutest thing? With your hair and my brains...”
“Well what about mine?” House whined.
“Your’s will come out limping and snarking at all the doctors.” James told House with a laugh.
“No, it will have Greg’s eyes and Jim’s hair , and my kindness. We are all intelligent so I will say that he or she will be quite smart.”
“Great, so he’s going to be another doctor playboy push over? Just what we need, another ladies man. Doesn’t Wilson have that covered?”
“Not anymore. I’m a one woman man, and a one man’s man too.” He smiled at House and squeezed his hand. They spent the next 15 minutes taking about their future until Wilson’s pager went off. Giving them both a kiss he left the room and Allison and House walked hand in hand down to his office. They both had a smile on their faces and were immune to the passing whispers.
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PART 10
Thanksgiving. D-day. Time to break the news to her parents. She was torn over telling them about Wilson’s involvement, but she decided that she would go for it and confess all . She loved James as much as she loved Greg and she couldn’t deny that to anyone, not even her parents.
Bill and Carol Cameron were good God fearing people. They’d Allison when they were in their 30's and it had almost cost Carol her life. They were the sweetest, kindest people you could know. All her friends were always jealous of her relationship, and the closeness she had with them. She now feared that it would all be put in jeopardy.
How do you tell your parents that you are living with two different men, who also have a relationship together, that you are pregnant, with twins, and you are not sure which one is the father and you don’t actually really care? You also have to break the news of your impeding nuptials, (at which you won’t be wearing white), to one of said men, who is actually 15 years older than you, your boss, crippled and very much a bastard most of the time. The other man has been married three different times and also, by the way, is Jewish. Should make a good conversation around the dinner table. Please pass the yams, Hey I’m pregnant. How’s the turkey? Yeah, not sure which one is the father. Let’s save room for some pumpkin pie. Oh by they way, we’ve all been living and sleeping together since July. THAT should go over REALLY well!
The door bell rang and Cameron almost peed her pants. She tried to tell herself it was because of the babies were lying on her bladder, but she knew better. With trembling hands she opened the door, “Mom, Dad,” She gave them both a big hug, “Please come in.”
“Hey Pumpkin, how are you doing? You’re finally putting on weight. It suits you. I always said you were too skinny.” Bill Cameron said.
“I know Dad, and thanks for noticing.”
“Oh Bill, you never tell a woman she gained weight. Geeze, after 35 years of marriage you’d think they would learn something, but no, they are as thick in the head as they were when you married them.” Carol said, smiling at Allison and giving her a hug, “Oh boy, you have gained weight. Is everything ok Allison?”
“Are you hungry?” Allison tried to change the subject. She wasn’t ready to talk about this yet. She wanted to enjoy them for a bit before she broke their hearts. Maybe that was selfish, but she couldn’t help it. Who knew how long it would take them to talk to her again.
Cameron lead them into the living room where House and Wilson were sitting watching football. Wilson jumped up from his seat at the sight of them and House leaned forward to shake Bill Cameron’s hand.
“Mom, Dad, this is Gregory House and James Wilson.”
“Oh you are the Dr. House that gives my Pumpkin all the problems?” Bill said.
“In the flesh, though if you ask her, she enjoys our games.” Allison blushed at House’s double sided remark.
Wilson cleared his throat. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Cameron. Allison has told us all about you.”
“Ah, what a nice young man,” Carol said wistfully. Allison could see her getting all dewy eyed thinking about weddings and babies. Ohh, if she only knew how soon her dreams of Grand-parenthood were going to come true.
“Yes, Jim is one of the good ones Mother. So is everyone ready to eat? I’m starving.”
Allison sat in-between House and Wilson at the table. James carved the turkey, House poured the wine. The small talk wasn’t so small. Bill Cameron was almost as intelligent as his daughter and had her natural curiosity to know all. Allie had about six bites of her meal before declaring she was full. Both House and Wilson scolded her and tried to talk her into eating more. She refused, saying she had been picking at the food while she cooked and that she would grab a sandwich later.
***
They moved into the living room with their wine, coffee and pie. Again Allison sat between the two of them. She looked down at her hands and realized she didn’t have her ring on. She had taken it off because she was cooking and didn’t want to get stuffing in it. House saw the line of her vision and grabbed her hand. Wilson got up and retrieved her ring from the dresser in their room. Her parents grew quiet.
“What is going on her Pumpkin?” Bill asked.
“Well... ummm,” she took a deep breath, “Greg and I are getting married next week.” Carol gasped and Bill turned white.
“What?” Carol asked.
“We are getting married next Friday at the court house. James and our friend Lisa will be there to witness it. No others. No big reception, no big dinner, hall or DJ.” She said. Her free hand fluttered in her lap and James grabbed it and laced his fingers through hers. This also drew the attention of her father.
“If you are marrying Greg, then why are you holding Jim’s hand also?”
She swallowed hard, not knowing how to explain. To hell with it, she would tell them straight out. “I’m involved with both of them. We all live here, together. We love each other and are very committed to one another, and this relationship.” Carol chose that moment to start crying. “Mom...” Mrs. Cameron held up her hand for silence. Allison looked at Wilson and House for reassurance and they both squeezed her hand. Taking a deep breath she continued, “There is more,” Bill cursed and her mother tried to sniffle a cry of alarm. They knew; in fact, she knew they knew but she said the words anyway, “I’m pregnant-”
“God dammit Allison,” her father cursed. He must have been really pissed because he never took the Lord’s name in vain. This also caused another gasp out of her mother.
“-with twins.” she finished. Her mother was now bordering on hysterics, and her father eyes darkened to almost black as he scowled at Greg and James.
“What the hell is the meaning of this?” he shouted. “You two get your jollies by taking advantage of a young, impressionable woman?”
“Dad,” Allison started, and he shot her a silencing look.
“First of all Mr. Cameron,” It was House that took the reins, “Allison is a grown woman and quite capable of making her own decisions. I have never taken advantage of a woman in my life, nor do I plan to. I happen to love Allie more than you can imagine and I am glad she is carrying our baby, babies. And as for Jim, well, he and I have been together through the last 8 years of my life. He has been there through the worst and now the best times and I will NOT give that up. Allison understands that. She is like us. We fit; we complete each other and we are happy. She is happy. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Would you rather her sit and continue to mourn her long dead husband, or do you want her to move on with her life?”
Allison’s mother was truly sobbing now, “What will the ladies at the church think?”
Allison reached a hand across to touch her knee, “Oh Mommy,”
“No young lady, I will not let this continue. Your mother is right. What will everyone say? I thought we raised you better than this. How could you do this to your mother, to me?” Bill was so angry and crushed he was shanking.
“Daddy, I didn’t do this to you.” She was cut off by her mother.
“What will the Father say?” She wailed.
“Oh FUCK the church.” Wilson yelled. The quiet that fell over the room was deafening, all eyes were on him. “Don’t hand me this shit about God and sin. The Bible says this is wrong. God’s plan and all. If this is all God’s test then and we’re all failing miserably. Where was your God when Allison’s husband lay dying of Cancer at 22? Where was this God when House lay in a hospital bed, fighting for his life? Where was God when I prayed that I only felt friendship for him instead of something more? If this is so wrong, then why did HE let it happen? Why did HE throw the three of us together and than bless us with these children to care for? He must not think we are such bad of people if he trusts us to raise them. And where is your God when you sit here and judge your only daughter because she chose a different path than you would have liked?” He started to walk toward the kitchen, he needed a beer, no something stronger. He called over his shoulder, “Oh and by the way, I’m Jewish.”
House shifted in his seat and Allison had to bite her tongue to stop from laughing. Greg was turned on and so was she. Neither one of them could resist assertive Wilson and he knew it, the bastard. Bill sat down with a sigh and put his head in his hands. Carol blotted at her eyes with a hankie.
“James and I love Allison and we love the babies.” He swallowed. He hated admitting his feelings, especially to virtual strangers, but this was for Cameron. He would do anything it took to make her happy. “She is and will continue to be the happiest woman alive. You may not understand our lifestyle, but for Allie’s sake and for the sake of your grandchildren, you need to lean how to deal with this.” And with that, he got up and left the room, seeking out Wilson.
Allison stayed in the room with her parents for the next half hour by herself. Greg and James could hear the hushed tones, the muffled cries and then the quiet acceptance to the situation. They would come around, for Allie and for the babies.
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PART 11
Friday December 1st. Greg and Allison’s wedding day. It was sunny and cold. The sky was so blue, it matched House’s eyes. Allison wore a simple cream colored dress and House wore a charcoal grey suit. They exchanged rings, plain solid gold bands. Simple, strong and never ending. The ceremony was witnessed by James Wilson, Lisa Cuddy and also Allison’s parents.
They exchanged vow’s with love and passion and only a little bit of nerves. When they kissed, Cameron could have sworn she saw a tear glisten in House’s eye. A small tear of happiness slid down her own face and he kissed it away.
They had lunch at a very expensive restaurant, for which Wilson insisted on paying for. After dessert and coffee were served, gifts were opened. Jim presented a special gift to the newlywed: air fair and the honeymoon suite at the Pocono’s in PA. He had also taken the liberty of packing them each a bag, so they could leave as soon as lunch was over. They kissed everyone goodbye and boarded the plain an hour later.
***
When Allison and Greg walked into the room, she let out a sigh; the room was perfect. As a complementary gift for saying there, they also received a disposable camera, his and her’s honeymoon T-shirts (which she insisted House wear, much to his displeasure) and a photo album. It had it’s own whirlpool bathtub. Also, Wilson had made sure it was all one level so House could get around easily.
Allison filled the tub and stripped off her dress, soon standing naked in front of House. She decided she would not be self conscious about her expanding body. She was proud of how and why she looked the way she did. House let out a small growl and pulled her to him. His hands were all over her body, stroking, rubbing, teasing. Finally his hand slid over her stomach and gazing right into her eyes, he said, “I love you Allie.”
“I love you too Greg.” She told him as she started to strip off his clothes. They had never really been alone together. Wilson was usually around, not that they minded, but they planned on taking advantage of their current situation.
He wanted to take his time and make love to her slowly, but he couldn’t. He needed her now like he had never needed anyone before in his life. She was his wife, the mother of his children and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Allison seemed to sense his thoughts and desire. For the last few weeks, whenever House or Wilson touched her, it was as if she would break. She wanted it hot, powerful and passionate. She was pregnant, not made out of glass.
She dropped down to her knees and took him in her mouth. He groaned in approval and she began to slide her mouth on him, her tongue teasing the pulsating vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. She grazing her teeth against the swollen flesh and then flicked her tongue over the very tip, she felt his muscles go rigid as he fought for control. He tried to pull her away, to stop the sweet torture she was doing but she refused to budge. She wanted him in her mouth, his very life and essence pouring into her. When he came, it was hard and fast and ripped from his soul.
His knees threatened to give out as Allison smiled up at him. She looked like a temptress, a siren. She knew the effect she had on him and she enjoyed every second of it.
Greg waded into the tub, the bubbles teasing his already sensitive flesh. It felt like thousands of little tongues licking him, and he told her to sit on the edge. He wanted to taste her, needed to taste her. He pulled her close, taking in her welcoming scent. He could see how aroused she was, she was glistening wet and more than ready. He slid a finger into her and she moaned. He gave her a few quick swirls of his thumb over her swollen nub, then replaced it with his mouth. She gasped in pleasure as she wrapped her fingers into his hair. She quickly climaxed, filling his mouth with her hot juices.
Greg crawled out of the tub and made love to her right there on the floor. Then in the bed. Then on the kitchen table. Then on the couch. They spent the entire weekend, naked and in the throes of passion. They couldn’t get enough of each other. It was perfect, with only one thing missing.... Wilson.
***
Wilson spent the entire weekend home, alone. Cuddy and Foreman had called him a few times to check and make sure he was ok, and he had assured them he was fine. But he wasn’t. He was anything BUT fine. He was lonely and sad. He felt like a part of him was missing. He knew that House and Allison deserved the small little honeymoon he had provided them, but he couldn’t help but feel left out. Discarded and forgotten about.
He drank large quantities of scotch in the hope that he would sleep. He even slept in the spare room, unable to sleep alone in their bed. He refused to take a shower and spent most of the time on the couch watching TV. How had House done this three times when he had gotten married? How did he sit at home and think of them together, knowing what they were doing, without him? Thinking of this only made him more depressed. Still House had stayed, willing to spend most of his time alone, to make Wilson happy. Staying and waiting for those stolen moments and evenings when Jim could sneak over for a few hours. If James hadn’t loved him before, this realization would have made in fall madly in love with him.
The flight home was almost more exciting than the one that took them there. Both Allison and House missed James more than they cared to admit, even to each other. There was just something off when he wasn’t around.
When Allison and Greg arrived home, Jim met them at the door. His eyes were a mixture of pain and happiness. His life was back. Allison saw the looked exchanged between the two men. She had an idea as to what it was about, but not the degree. She told them she was going to go and lie down. They needed time alone.
***
“Greg,” Wilson started, “I...oh God House, I’m sorry.” He didn’t knowing how to put into words the hell he had just gone through - the hell he had put House through three times.
Greg gave him a nod and then pulled him close for a hug; it was surprisingly tender and shocking. House had never hugged Jim before and they both found that they liked it. They didn’t need anymore words. House knew what Wilson was sorry for, and in turn James finally understood what Greg had been through. What he had sacrificed for his happiness. They made slow love that afternoon as Allie slept, dreaming of their babies.
When House finally parked the car, Wilson spoke, “What are we doing here?”
“I would think that would be pretty obvious.”
“Ummmm, this is a jewelry store,”
“My God, Wilson, you’re a fucking genius.” House stated as he got out of the car and headed toward the door.”
“Greg, don’t you think we should talk to Allie about this first?”
“Why? It is the best for all of us.”
“How is that exactly?”
House sighed and stopped. “For one, Allison will have something every woman I have ever met wanted: a diamond ring and a paper saying she snagged her man. The child won’t be born out of wedlock.....”
“What if it’s mine?” Wilson shot back a him.
“What if it’s mine, or the mailman’s or Foreman’s? What is this really about Wilson?” James shrugged and shifted his feet. House looked at him, saw the strained look on his face and pulled him into a back private room at the store.
“James, hey...” He cupped the side of the younger mans face. “Listen to me, I’m only going to say this one more time. This will not change things between us. For over 8 years I sat back and watched you marry woman after woman in hoping you would find something you were missing from me. Allie is that something and I would never take that away from you.... This is something I need to do. I want to do this, please understand.”
“I’m scared Greg. Scared of losing you, of losing Allie, scared of finally becoming a father, though I’m not sure the child is even mine.” he said with a small laugh, “This is all happening so fast, and this is so drastic for you. I’m reeling, that’s all Greg. I’ll be fine.” He took a deep breath and said, “Let me pay for half the ring,” Greg started to shake his head no and Wilson held up his hand to stop him. “Please Greg. Let me do this, let me be involved in this as much as possible. No one has to know, not even Allie if you don’t want....”
“Fine, maybe we can even get you a band or something. Something for the right hand though, it would look odd, you showing up married and no one knew about it.... Oh wait, no it wouldn’t - You’ve done this like 10 times already, no one would be surprised. They probably know you by name here.”
They walked over by the diamonds and the sales man came out, “Dr. Wilson, how nice to see you again.” House just looked at Jim and rolled his eyes. Wilson had that shy smile on his face, trying hard to look sheepish. “Are you getting married again?”
“No Hector, this time it’s my friend who’s taking the plunge,”
“Congratulations sir, you must be very excited.”
“Thrilled. Can we hurry up. We only get an hour for lunch.”
“Since when have you ever worried about that?” House rolled his eyes for the second time. Why did he want to keep Wilson around again?
They started to look for the four C’s; Cut, Clarity, Carat, Cost. Well House didn’t care about the cost so that one was down. Hector was thrilled with that development; you could almost see the dollar signs in his eyes. As for cut, House wanted something simple and beautiful... he liked the Princess cut. Clarity? Only the best. That left them with carat.
“Well House, what do you think about this one?” Wilson asked with a sigh.
House was board and annoyed. He just wanted to get a freakin’ diamond put in a ring so he could give it to her. They had been there an hour and a half already, “Dammit, Jim, I’m a doctor, not a jeweler.”
“House...” Wilson sighed, almost a whine.
“This one, it’s perfect. Set it, I’ll be back at six.” House told Hector, before getting up and walking out of the store. Neither of them spoke on the way back to the hospital; each was lost in their own thoughts.
***
Allison had her head in the toilet most of the day. The morning sickness had kicked in, full force, and it didn’t seem to realize it was afternoon. “Oh... make it stop,” she moaned to herself. She never heard the door open up as both House and Wilson searched the house for her, only to find her laying on the floor in the bathroom.
“Allison are you ok?” Wilson was quickly helping her up off the floor.
“Wait Jim, not so fast, unless you want me to ruin your expensive shoes. I think I’m dying. I hope I’m dying.”
“Have you eaten anything today?” House asked her. She turned green.
“House dammit, she is sick. I don’t think you should talk about food.” Wilson scolded him.
“Well, if she ate little meals, it would help keep the sickness at bay. I’m going to make you some soup. You can’t afford to lose any weight.”
“Oh so now I’m too skinny?” she shot at him.
“I didn’t say that. I said that you shouldn’t loose weight when you are pregnant.”
“I know that Dr. House. In case you forgot, I’m also a doctor.” she snapped at him. He turned on his heel and walked away. “Greg, wait..” She called after him, but he didn’t come back. She started to cry.
“How about you take a shower Allison. It will make you feel better. You can eat something when you get out.” Wilson was once again being the peace maker. She was irrational, having spent her entire day on in the bathroom. House was.... emotional; it was something he was not used to, and certainly didn’t like. House didn’t do emotional; well he just got more prickly in the hopes of hiding he true feelings and fears.
James found him in the kitchen, making soup. “She didn’t mean it.. You know that right?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s sick.”
“I know.”
“Are you going to ask her tonight?” A shrug. “Well, it may make her feel better,”
“And it may make her think I’m doing it only doing it because of the baby.”
“Aren’t you?” James eyed him. He was the only one who that could disarm House with a look. Cameron could read him, but it was James who saw everything. “You’re afraid she’ll say no. You WANT to marry her, don’t you? Oh my God, I never thought I would see the day.” Wilson ran his hands in his hair.
“She deserves it, putting up with the two of us. I don’t know Wilson, I can’t explain it.”
“I can. You love her.” A quick nod from House. James walked over to him and embraced him. “You’re a good man Greg. This just makes me love you even more. We can do this. We’ll find a way.” They kissed for a few moments. It was desperate and passionate, almost violent, like their love. They broke apart as Cameron entered the room.
“Greg,” she said, almost a sob and he held out an arm for her. The three of them stood in the kitchen, holding each other as she sobbed.
Allison ate the soup and drank some ginger ale. House and Wilson clucked over her like little mother hens. She almost laughed at the sight. House was right, she did feel a little better, though she wasn’t sure if it was the food or them. It was a relief that they knew and were taking it so well.
During her musing, they got quiet. Too quiet. She looked at them, House shifted uncomfortably and Wilson looked strained and nervous. She swallowed and tried to find her voice; her mouth suddenly felt dry. “What?” she finally managed. Wilson looked at House and saw he had turned white.
His eyes stood out more than normal and he wouldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. Wilson cleared his throat, Greg glanced at him then turned the full power of his eyes on to Allison. Her heart stopped, then beat frantically with fear.
“Allie,” he started. She could feel the sting of tears, he was leaving. Oh God, she thought, here it comes. “I...Wilson and I.... Dammit...” He was stammering, He never stammered. Dropping his cane, he pulled out a chair and sat in front of Allison. He took her hand and noticed that his were trembling. He cursed himself silently. Allison was sitting there, her eyes huge, her heart beating a thousand times a minute with no idea what was going on. He shot a look at Wilson and wondered how he managed to do this three times, when he couldn’t even do it once.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box and set it down in front of her. She looked at it like she had no idea what it was. A small black velvet box only left one of two things, earrings or a ring. She looked up at him, puzzled. He sighed, wishing she would just say yes already. Than it dawned on him: he had never asked the question.
Allison felt detached from her body. She was sitting, which was a good thing; House was across from her, looking far more nervous than she had ever seen him. Wilson stood, stone quiet and nothing was making any sense to her.
“Marry me.” He finally managed to get the words past the lump in his throat.
“What?” she whispered.
House sighed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he tried to collect himself. “I want you to marry me Allie.”
“Because of the baby?”
“Yes. No! Because I love you.” He was, in fact shanking now.
“You love me?”
“Yes,”
She looked up at Jim, “We can’t. What about James.”
“It’s Ok Allie. Greg and I have talked about this. It is for the best. It won’t change anything between us. It will still be the three of us. This is for your parents, for you and for the baby. No one will be able to say anything bad about you, or House. Besides everyone already thinks the two of you are involved. Imagine the looks on their faces when they see this...” He smiled, trying to reassure her. It would actually be funny to see.
“Please Allie, let me do this for you. Marry me.”
“Under one condition,”
House knew he wouldn’t like this, but said, “Ok, what?”
“Tell me you love me again,”
He smiled for the first time all day; actually, for the first time in a long while, and when it reached his eyes making them sparkle in a way she had never seen. “I love you Allison. Marry me, and in a round about way, Wilson also. We can say our own vowels with him. It’ll be our own little thing, rings and everything. What do you say?”
“Yes Greg, I will marry you, and we both can marry James. I love you both.” House took the ring from the box and slipped it on her finger with steady hands. Another hurdle had been crossed on the road to happiness.
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PART 9
To say that heads had turned the next day at work was like saying House was only a little grumpy from time to time. After the collective gasps and the exchange of money, the diagnostic department settled down. It was the remainder of the hospital that was still in shock. House and Allison got looks and heard all of the whisperers. The ones about blackmail, babies and sympathy. They ignored all of them. Wilson did his best to defend the couple, but he could only say so much. It quieted down in a few days.
***
Allison’s OBGYN was a resident at the hospital, but she knew she could count on his discretion. Her appointment was Friday at 11:00.
“Allison Cameron to see Dr. Rock.” She took her seat in the waiting room and sighed. Her heart was pounding, this was it, the proof. No more denial. A spark of light caught her attention and she gazed down at her ring. It was breathtaking and she still couldn’t believe that House had asked her. Somehow she knew Wilson was in on it. Whether he had helped pick it out, helped pay for it, or something else. She knew he wouldn’t just sit by and watch it happen.
“Dr. Rock will see you know. Right this way.” Taking a deep breath, she followed the nurse.
She had her blood pressure checked, a little high, but that was due to stress. She peed in a cup, was weighed, (and House was worried about her losing weight!) and all the filling out of paper work was behind her. She sat in her gown (which didn’t cover anywhere near enough), feeling naked, scared and alone. She should have had one of them come with her.
“Allison, hi,” The doctor offered his hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Ok. Sometimes I feel ok, other times I can’t get out of the bathroom.”
“I see you got engaged, congratulations. Anyone I know?”
“You mean you don’t know?”
“No...should I?”
“It’s all over the hospital.” she told him, amazed he hadn’t heard.
“Well, we pretty much keep to ourselves up here.”
“Dr. House.” Allison waited for his reaction.
“Dr House? THE Dr. House? I heard he was gay.” The last was added under his breath, but she still caught it.
“Well Dr. Rock, I can assure you he isn’t, or I wouldn’t be here.”
“Right. I see you have left the medical history of the father blank. Do you need to have him fill it out?”
“No... I... ummm... I’m not sure who the father is.”
“Ok. Let me get this straight. You are engaged to Dr. House, the most ornery doctor we have, but you don’t know if it is his? Does he know that?”
“Dr. Rock, are we talking as friends or as patient and doctor?”
“What ever you have to say is confidential, Allison.” he assured her.
Her hands were shaking, she never had to admit that she was sleeping with two different men before. Foreman had figured it out on his own, well with a little help. “It could be Dr. Wilson’s also.”
“So, it could be Wilson’s OR House’s?”
“Right.”
“Ok; let me see here. They are aware of this?” She nodded. “Good. That will help. Well they are both in good health, relatively speaking. Why don’t I give you the proper forms and you can fill them out at home, when you have the answers you need.”
“That would be great. Listen, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea here.”
“You don’t have to explain to me.”
“I was on the pill. We are all in a relationship, committed to each other and clean. This is a shock for all of us, but we will find a way to make it work.”
“I hope you do. Now lets see how far along you are.”
“I’m not sure. 5 months ago, I think.”
“Alright, you are on the four month pill so that opens us up to anywhere from 4 to 12 weeks.” He got out the ultrasound machine and put a warm glob of goo on her stomach. He first checked the ovaries and also the fallopian tubes, all clear. Dr. Rock then examined her uterus and found the heartbeat. At the sound of it, she got tears in her eyes. “Interesting...”
“What? What is it? Is the baby ok?” She was starting to panic now.
***
“Paging Dr. House, paging Dr. Wilson to Exam Room 3. Dr. House and Dr. Wilson to Exam Room 3 please.”
Allison sat in the room, her heart pounding entirely too fast so she was becoming light headed. She chose the clinic to break the news because it would be less obvious there - not as much glass. Greg was there only moments before Wilson. The noticed her pallor at about the same time. “Allie, what is the matter?” House asked.
“Is the baby alright?” Wilson questioned. This set her off, she started to cry, scaring them both even more.
“Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” House cooed. He didn’t like the looks of this. It was in this moment he realized how much he was looking forward to becoming a father. He now feared that the chance was going to be taken away before it even happened.
Wilson gently took the ultrasound photo from her hand gently as she clung to House. He stared at it, trying to grasp what his eyes were seeing. He brain wouldn’t work. “Ummm, Greg?”
Greg took the photo out of his hands and looked. Really looked at the photos. Baby A and Baby B. “Twins?” Cameron cried harder. “You’re pregnant with twins?” He got a weak shake of her head to confirm. “Oh my God.” he said and started to laugh. Both Cameron and Wilson looked at him like he was insane. “We are truly the most fucked up family I have ever seen. Twins. Never would I have ever imagined that one. Well I guess there is one for me and one for you Jim. What do you want? A girl or a boy?” Tears were coming out of his eyes and no one was sure if he was laughing or crying anymore. Wilson and Cameron joined him and they hugged, lingering somewhere between sobbing and hysterical laughing.
“I’m already 10 weeks.” She added and they laughed more. Seven months to go, if they were lucky; if they didn’t come early, twins almost always came a few weeks early.
“Well, I guess we’ll need to bump up the wedding or you will be huge.”
“Thanks, just what I needed. I’m already growing out of my clothes. Thank God my lab coat hides my stomach, though I may grow out of it soon.”
“You can wear mine.” Wilson offered. He got her best shove-it-up-your-ass look for his trouble. “Oh Allie, I love you.” he said as he kissed her on the forehead. “Our baby will be the cutest thing? With your hair and my brains...”
“Well what about mine?” House whined.
“Your’s will come out limping and snarking at all the doctors.” James told House with a laugh.
“No, it will have Greg’s eyes and Jim’s hair , and my kindness. We are all intelligent so I will say that he or she will be quite smart.”
“Great, so he’s going to be another doctor playboy push over? Just what we need, another ladies man. Doesn’t Wilson have that covered?”
“Not anymore. I’m a one woman man, and a one man’s man too.” He smiled at House and squeezed his hand. They spent the next 15 minutes taking about their future until Wilson’s pager went off. Giving them both a kiss he left the room and Allison and House walked hand in hand down to his office. They both had a smile on their faces and were immune to the passing whispers.
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PART 10
Thanksgiving. D-day. Time to break the news to her parents. She was torn over telling them about Wilson’s involvement, but she decided that she would go for it and confess all . She loved James as much as she loved Greg and she couldn’t deny that to anyone, not even her parents.
Bill and Carol Cameron were good God fearing people. They’d Allison when they were in their 30's and it had almost cost Carol her life. They were the sweetest, kindest people you could know. All her friends were always jealous of her relationship, and the closeness she had with them. She now feared that it would all be put in jeopardy.
How do you tell your parents that you are living with two different men, who also have a relationship together, that you are pregnant, with twins, and you are not sure which one is the father and you don’t actually really care? You also have to break the news of your impeding nuptials, (at which you won’t be wearing white), to one of said men, who is actually 15 years older than you, your boss, crippled and very much a bastard most of the time. The other man has been married three different times and also, by the way, is Jewish. Should make a good conversation around the dinner table. Please pass the yams, Hey I’m pregnant. How’s the turkey? Yeah, not sure which one is the father. Let’s save room for some pumpkin pie. Oh by they way, we’ve all been living and sleeping together since July. THAT should go over REALLY well!
The door bell rang and Cameron almost peed her pants. She tried to tell herself it was because of the babies were lying on her bladder, but she knew better. With trembling hands she opened the door, “Mom, Dad,” She gave them both a big hug, “Please come in.”
“Hey Pumpkin, how are you doing? You’re finally putting on weight. It suits you. I always said you were too skinny.” Bill Cameron said.
“I know Dad, and thanks for noticing.”
“Oh Bill, you never tell a woman she gained weight. Geeze, after 35 years of marriage you’d think they would learn something, but no, they are as thick in the head as they were when you married them.” Carol said, smiling at Allison and giving her a hug, “Oh boy, you have gained weight. Is everything ok Allison?”
“Are you hungry?” Allison tried to change the subject. She wasn’t ready to talk about this yet. She wanted to enjoy them for a bit before she broke their hearts. Maybe that was selfish, but she couldn’t help it. Who knew how long it would take them to talk to her again.
Cameron lead them into the living room where House and Wilson were sitting watching football. Wilson jumped up from his seat at the sight of them and House leaned forward to shake Bill Cameron’s hand.
“Mom, Dad, this is Gregory House and James Wilson.”
“Oh you are the Dr. House that gives my Pumpkin all the problems?” Bill said.
“In the flesh, though if you ask her, she enjoys our games.” Allison blushed at House’s double sided remark.
Wilson cleared his throat. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Cameron. Allison has told us all about you.”
“Ah, what a nice young man,” Carol said wistfully. Allison could see her getting all dewy eyed thinking about weddings and babies. Ohh, if she only knew how soon her dreams of Grand-parenthood were going to come true.
“Yes, Jim is one of the good ones Mother. So is everyone ready to eat? I’m starving.”
Allison sat in-between House and Wilson at the table. James carved the turkey, House poured the wine. The small talk wasn’t so small. Bill Cameron was almost as intelligent as his daughter and had her natural curiosity to know all. Allie had about six bites of her meal before declaring she was full. Both House and Wilson scolded her and tried to talk her into eating more. She refused, saying she had been picking at the food while she cooked and that she would grab a sandwich later.
***
They moved into the living room with their wine, coffee and pie. Again Allison sat between the two of them. She looked down at her hands and realized she didn’t have her ring on. She had taken it off because she was cooking and didn’t want to get stuffing in it. House saw the line of her vision and grabbed her hand. Wilson got up and retrieved her ring from the dresser in their room. Her parents grew quiet.
“What is going on her Pumpkin?” Bill asked.
“Well... ummm,” she took a deep breath, “Greg and I are getting married next week.” Carol gasped and Bill turned white.
“What?” Carol asked.
“We are getting married next Friday at the court house. James and our friend Lisa will be there to witness it. No others. No big reception, no big dinner, hall or DJ.” She said. Her free hand fluttered in her lap and James grabbed it and laced his fingers through hers. This also drew the attention of her father.
“If you are marrying Greg, then why are you holding Jim’s hand also?”
She swallowed hard, not knowing how to explain. To hell with it, she would tell them straight out. “I’m involved with both of them. We all live here, together. We love each other and are very committed to one another, and this relationship.” Carol chose that moment to start crying. “Mom...” Mrs. Cameron held up her hand for silence. Allison looked at Wilson and House for reassurance and they both squeezed her hand. Taking a deep breath she continued, “There is more,” Bill cursed and her mother tried to sniffle a cry of alarm. They knew; in fact, she knew they knew but she said the words anyway, “I’m pregnant-”
“God dammit Allison,” her father cursed. He must have been really pissed because he never took the Lord’s name in vain. This also caused another gasp out of her mother.
“-with twins.” she finished. Her mother was now bordering on hysterics, and her father eyes darkened to almost black as he scowled at Greg and James.
“What the hell is the meaning of this?” he shouted. “You two get your jollies by taking advantage of a young, impressionable woman?”
“Dad,” Allison started, and he shot her a silencing look.
“First of all Mr. Cameron,” It was House that took the reins, “Allison is a grown woman and quite capable of making her own decisions. I have never taken advantage of a woman in my life, nor do I plan to. I happen to love Allie more than you can imagine and I am glad she is carrying our baby, babies. And as for Jim, well, he and I have been together through the last 8 years of my life. He has been there through the worst and now the best times and I will NOT give that up. Allison understands that. She is like us. We fit; we complete each other and we are happy. She is happy. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Would you rather her sit and continue to mourn her long dead husband, or do you want her to move on with her life?”
Allison’s mother was truly sobbing now, “What will the ladies at the church think?”
Allison reached a hand across to touch her knee, “Oh Mommy,”
“No young lady, I will not let this continue. Your mother is right. What will everyone say? I thought we raised you better than this. How could you do this to your mother, to me?” Bill was so angry and crushed he was shanking.
“Daddy, I didn’t do this to you.” She was cut off by her mother.
“What will the Father say?” She wailed.
“Oh FUCK the church.” Wilson yelled. The quiet that fell over the room was deafening, all eyes were on him. “Don’t hand me this shit about God and sin. The Bible says this is wrong. God’s plan and all. If this is all God’s test then and we’re all failing miserably. Where was your God when Allison’s husband lay dying of Cancer at 22? Where was this God when House lay in a hospital bed, fighting for his life? Where was God when I prayed that I only felt friendship for him instead of something more? If this is so wrong, then why did HE let it happen? Why did HE throw the three of us together and than bless us with these children to care for? He must not think we are such bad of people if he trusts us to raise them. And where is your God when you sit here and judge your only daughter because she chose a different path than you would have liked?” He started to walk toward the kitchen, he needed a beer, no something stronger. He called over his shoulder, “Oh and by the way, I’m Jewish.”
House shifted in his seat and Allison had to bite her tongue to stop from laughing. Greg was turned on and so was she. Neither one of them could resist assertive Wilson and he knew it, the bastard. Bill sat down with a sigh and put his head in his hands. Carol blotted at her eyes with a hankie.
“James and I love Allison and we love the babies.” He swallowed. He hated admitting his feelings, especially to virtual strangers, but this was for Cameron. He would do anything it took to make her happy. “She is and will continue to be the happiest woman alive. You may not understand our lifestyle, but for Allie’s sake and for the sake of your grandchildren, you need to lean how to deal with this.” And with that, he got up and left the room, seeking out Wilson.
Allison stayed in the room with her parents for the next half hour by herself. Greg and James could hear the hushed tones, the muffled cries and then the quiet acceptance to the situation. They would come around, for Allie and for the babies.
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PART 11
Friday December 1st. Greg and Allison’s wedding day. It was sunny and cold. The sky was so blue, it matched House’s eyes. Allison wore a simple cream colored dress and House wore a charcoal grey suit. They exchanged rings, plain solid gold bands. Simple, strong and never ending. The ceremony was witnessed by James Wilson, Lisa Cuddy and also Allison’s parents.
They exchanged vow’s with love and passion and only a little bit of nerves. When they kissed, Cameron could have sworn she saw a tear glisten in House’s eye. A small tear of happiness slid down her own face and he kissed it away.
They had lunch at a very expensive restaurant, for which Wilson insisted on paying for. After dessert and coffee were served, gifts were opened. Jim presented a special gift to the newlywed: air fair and the honeymoon suite at the Pocono’s in PA. He had also taken the liberty of packing them each a bag, so they could leave as soon as lunch was over. They kissed everyone goodbye and boarded the plain an hour later.
***
When Allison and Greg walked into the room, she let out a sigh; the room was perfect. As a complementary gift for saying there, they also received a disposable camera, his and her’s honeymoon T-shirts (which she insisted House wear, much to his displeasure) and a photo album. It had it’s own whirlpool bathtub. Also, Wilson had made sure it was all one level so House could get around easily.
Allison filled the tub and stripped off her dress, soon standing naked in front of House. She decided she would not be self conscious about her expanding body. She was proud of how and why she looked the way she did. House let out a small growl and pulled her to him. His hands were all over her body, stroking, rubbing, teasing. Finally his hand slid over her stomach and gazing right into her eyes, he said, “I love you Allie.”
“I love you too Greg.” She told him as she started to strip off his clothes. They had never really been alone together. Wilson was usually around, not that they minded, but they planned on taking advantage of their current situation.
He wanted to take his time and make love to her slowly, but he couldn’t. He needed her now like he had never needed anyone before in his life. She was his wife, the mother of his children and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Allison seemed to sense his thoughts and desire. For the last few weeks, whenever House or Wilson touched her, it was as if she would break. She wanted it hot, powerful and passionate. She was pregnant, not made out of glass.
She dropped down to her knees and took him in her mouth. He groaned in approval and she began to slide her mouth on him, her tongue teasing the pulsating vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. She grazing her teeth against the swollen flesh and then flicked her tongue over the very tip, she felt his muscles go rigid as he fought for control. He tried to pull her away, to stop the sweet torture she was doing but she refused to budge. She wanted him in her mouth, his very life and essence pouring into her. When he came, it was hard and fast and ripped from his soul.
His knees threatened to give out as Allison smiled up at him. She looked like a temptress, a siren. She knew the effect she had on him and she enjoyed every second of it.
Greg waded into the tub, the bubbles teasing his already sensitive flesh. It felt like thousands of little tongues licking him, and he told her to sit on the edge. He wanted to taste her, needed to taste her. He pulled her close, taking in her welcoming scent. He could see how aroused she was, she was glistening wet and more than ready. He slid a finger into her and she moaned. He gave her a few quick swirls of his thumb over her swollen nub, then replaced it with his mouth. She gasped in pleasure as she wrapped her fingers into his hair. She quickly climaxed, filling his mouth with her hot juices.
Greg crawled out of the tub and made love to her right there on the floor. Then in the bed. Then on the kitchen table. Then on the couch. They spent the entire weekend, naked and in the throes of passion. They couldn’t get enough of each other. It was perfect, with only one thing missing.... Wilson.
***
Wilson spent the entire weekend home, alone. Cuddy and Foreman had called him a few times to check and make sure he was ok, and he had assured them he was fine. But he wasn’t. He was anything BUT fine. He was lonely and sad. He felt like a part of him was missing. He knew that House and Allison deserved the small little honeymoon he had provided them, but he couldn’t help but feel left out. Discarded and forgotten about.
He drank large quantities of scotch in the hope that he would sleep. He even slept in the spare room, unable to sleep alone in their bed. He refused to take a shower and spent most of the time on the couch watching TV. How had House done this three times when he had gotten married? How did he sit at home and think of them together, knowing what they were doing, without him? Thinking of this only made him more depressed. Still House had stayed, willing to spend most of his time alone, to make Wilson happy. Staying and waiting for those stolen moments and evenings when Jim could sneak over for a few hours. If James hadn’t loved him before, this realization would have made in fall madly in love with him.
The flight home was almost more exciting than the one that took them there. Both Allison and House missed James more than they cared to admit, even to each other. There was just something off when he wasn’t around.
When Allison and Greg arrived home, Jim met them at the door. His eyes were a mixture of pain and happiness. His life was back. Allison saw the looked exchanged between the two men. She had an idea as to what it was about, but not the degree. She told them she was going to go and lie down. They needed time alone.
***
“Greg,” Wilson started, “I...oh God House, I’m sorry.” He didn’t knowing how to put into words the hell he had just gone through - the hell he had put House through three times.
Greg gave him a nod and then pulled him close for a hug; it was surprisingly tender and shocking. House had never hugged Jim before and they both found that they liked it. They didn’t need anymore words. House knew what Wilson was sorry for, and in turn James finally understood what Greg had been through. What he had sacrificed for his happiness. They made slow love that afternoon as Allie slept, dreaming of their babies.