Just the 3 of Us, Part 12 and 13
PART 12
“How can something so small require so much shit?” House grumbled as they looked at baby stuff. He was sitting down on one of the displays, grumbling about the fact that they didn’t have any sympathy for the cripple.
“Well, we are having two small things, thus requiring double of everything. Then we have to factor in the fact that we are having a boy and a girl, so that means pink and blue.” Allison told him, stifling a laugh. He looked miserable, but she knew, deep down that it was an act. He just hated shopping.
“Can’t we just go with yellow and be done with it?”
“Quit bitching House. You’re just as much a part of this as we are.” Wilson informed him
“Can’t you and Wilson do this? He is all about doing girl things anyway.”
“Tell you what Greg, if you stop grumbling and start helping, tonight I will....” Allison bent down and whispered into his ear. His eyes bulged at the thought of her doing all the nasty little things she was saying to him. He found himself growing hard, right there in Babies R Us. This in itself was disturbing. He found that every time he looked at her, he was just a little hard. He didn’t know if he was developing a sick fetish for pregnant women or if it was just her. He hoped it was just her. When she began to stand up, he grabbed her and shoved his tongue in her mouth, scorching her with the heat of his kiss.
“Hey, don’t I get some of that?” James asked.
“Later,” they replied in unison and while feeling somewhat breathless.
“Ok, point me to the nappies.” House proclaimed as erotic imagines danced in his head.
Allison and James continued to register the items and were at the car seat section when House exclaimed “Four car seats? Do we really need four car seats?” House asked the two of them.
“Well, we need two for my car and two for James’s. I would assume that hell would freeze over before you put them in your ‘Vett.”
“You know me too well, Allie. God, four car seats, two cribs, two swings, mounds and mounds of clothes, diapers..... Dear God, what did we get into?”
Allison looked at him, and he looked lost. His hair was a mess and he looked like he had just rolled out of bed. She decided to have mercy on him. “Ok, we can go. I can finish the registry some other day. We got a good start.”
With this House just looked at her with a blank stare, causing her to laugh more. Yes, he was in for a shock. Desperate to change the subject away from babies he asked, “I’m hungry, who what’s to eat?”
“I’m starving.” Jim announced. They watched as Allison took the little computer over to the check out and finished the registry. “I agree with you Greg. There is so much shit. Where are we going to put it all?” Jim looked almost as rumpled as Greg and it was entirely too cute. Allie’s heart melted when she saw them talking with each other. God she loved them so much. She patted her tummy, a gesture she found herself doing often.
She walked over to them, took each by the hand and left the store. She didn’t see or care about the glances thrown her way. The questions in strangers eyes. Here was a young, beautiful woman, married to an older, crippled man and also holding the hand of another, younger, man. It rose quite a few eyebrows.
“Allison, you need a bigger car.” She drove a Chevy Impala. Just enough room for three grown adults and one child, not two.
“Yeah well, I don’t want to take on the payments. I don’t know how long the doctor will let me work.” House and Wilson exchanged looks. It would be taken care of.
Three days later she came home and found a brand new pearl colored Cadillac Escalade in her drive way. She found House and Wilson sitting watching the news. “Who’s here?” She asked them.
“Just us.” Wilson replied.
“Well, whose Escalade is that out there?”
“That would be your’s.” House replied.
“What?”
They both looked at her then and smiled. “It’s your’s. You needed a bigger car, we got you a bigger car. Happy Birthday.” Wilson informed her.
She had forgotten-truly forgotten-it was her birthday. Her parents hadn’t even called. “Oh my God! Are you insane? Those cost a fortune. We can’t afford that, with the babies coming and everything.” Allison was close to tears. She was joyful for the love these two men felt for her and frantic because the reality of having children was starting to set in. She broke down and started to cry. “Let me guess, it is loaded with everything imaginable?”
“You bet your cute little ass it is.” House replied. “Allison why are you crying?”
“I don’t know. You guys are so good to me. I’m huge, fat and ugly. I forgot it was my birthday. My parents didn’t even call. Little slugger is sitting on my bladder and someone’s foot is in my ribs.” She sobbed.
“Come here.” House tried to say it gently, but it came out as an order. She walked over to them and sat down between them on the couch. She cried as they held her until she dozed off. The pregnancy, along with the stress of working, were starting to take a toll on her. Wilson carried her back to bed and then came out to talk to Greg.
“She is pushing herself too hard Greg. I’m starting to get worried about her.”
“I know. I have been trying to keep an eye on her, only giving her easy work, but you know how stubborn she is. She insists on doing her fair share and doesn’t want special treatment.”
“Well she is special and she is pregnant, with twins.” Jim yelled.
“Do you think that has escaped my notice? What do you expect me to do, Jim? Tie her up and lock her in her room?” They both raised an eyebrow at the thought and then laughed at each other.
“She needs to quit.”
“I know. She won’t.”
“Thick headed woman. She thinks we need the money. Wants her pride and doesn’t want a man taking care of her. Damn!” Wilson mumbled.
“I’m selling my condo. We don’t need the money. This place is paid for.”
“How do you know?” James held up his hands, “No, I don’t want to know. You never said anything about selling.”
“Well, what am I going to do with it? I haven’t been there in months. There is nothing there for me there. It’s all right here.”
“I hear that. I close next week on mine. So between the two of us, our homes, and then our salary, there are no worries about money right?”
“None that I can see.” House gave a nod.
“Then we tell her it is time to stop working.” Wilson said. House laughed.
“Right. You do that. I will sit back and watch the show.”
“Coward.” James shot at him.
“No, I just know when to pick my battles.” With that, the door bell rang and House smiled. He limped over and opened it up. “Bill, Carol, come on in. Allie is resting. She had a little break down. You know, women and their hormones. Can Wilson get you anything?”
The sound of the door bell woke Allison up and she stumbled out of bed and waddled down the hall. “Mom? Dad? Is that you?” She asked somewhat dazed.
“Hey Pumpkin!” Bill said as he wrapped his arms around his daughter. “Putting on some weight finally.” he teased her, as he heard her sniffle. “Did you think we forgot about your birthday? Greg and Jim invited us down and told us not to tell you. We wanted it to be a surprise. Looks like it worked.” She shook her head and smiled at her men. They did it again. Made her feel loved and special.
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PART 13
House and Wilson were in his office having a powwow about how to get Cameron to quit, or at least go on maternity leave. “Did you see her before? I can tell her back is killing her. What is her problem? Why won’t she see it?” Wilson mumbled to himself.
Their conversation was interrupted by Chase and Foreman, who were running down the hall, toward their patient’s room. Greg and Jim jumped up and rushed after them.
They all reached the room all at the same time, no one noticed that House kept up. Their patient, a man of rather large stature, was fighting treatment, and in turn, fighting Allison. Foreman and Chase scrambled to get a sedative while Cameron tried to calm him and apply restraints. He continued to fight.
House stormed in to the room and pushed Foreman and Chase aside. Then he grabbed the man by the throat, “If you kick my pregnant wife in the stomach, I will rip your balls off and feed them to you. Calm down now before I knock you out.” House growled at the man. He froze and stopped fighting instantly.
“Dr. House,” Foreman said to him. House still had his hand wrapped around the man’s throat.
“Greg,” Cameron broke into his haze of anger, “I’m fine. Really. Let him go.” With one more quick squeeze, he released the man and then turned his anger on Allison.
Greg’s eyes were deeper shade of blue than she had ever seen him. He was angry, and he was scared. “Dr. Cameron-House,” He purposely hyphenated her name to remind her that she was his wife in this matter and NOT his co-worker. “In my office now! Wilson, you too.” Greg turned on his heel and left Wilson and Cameron to follow after him.
He was settled in his chair by the time they got there. He popped a Vicodin and scowled at her. She turned to Wilson for support and comfort, but found the same expression on his face as she did on House’s. “Just what the hell did you think you were doing in there?” House asked her, fighting to control his temper.
Chin up, she answered, “My job.” This was met with another look and the fear in his eyes iced over to rage. She began to defend herself. “He was going to hurt himself. He tried to get up, pull his IV...”
“Enough!” Wilson barked. She flinched. “That man was about 10 seconds away from attacking you.” James started to pace; and he was so angry, this time, he was going to put his foot down this time.
“It was under control,” she told him.
“Like hell it was. Do you forget, Allison, that you are pregnant and that our children are your biggest concern? Not whether some moron pulls his IV.” Wilson continued to rage at her. He was so pissed.
“I said it was under control,” she defended herself weakly. The reality of what just took place had started to sink in and she felt her hands start to tremble. If House or Wilson noticed, they didn’t say anything. “I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“Sorry’s not good enough Allison. Dammit. You are an intelligent woman, why won’t you see your limits? Why do you continue to ignore the fact that you are in pain and dead on your feet after work?” James asked her.
“I’m pregnant. Of course I’m tried and sore. I’m working, doing my job. I’m a doctor and that requires a lot of time on my feet.”
“At what cost Allison? This isn’t just about you. There are five lives at stake here. Yours, the babies’s, mine and House’s. You need to stop this; no you WILL stop this NOW!”
“You can’t tell me what to do, Wilson!” She raged at him. She knew it sounded juvenile, but she would not be told what she could or could not handle. She knew her limits.
“You think? I’m on the board and if you don’t listen to reason, I’m taking action.” Wilson threaten her.
Up until this point, House sat in his chair, listening and watching the argument. He saw Allie tremble, and he saw Wilson get her back up. His head started to ache. Stress, stress and more stress.
“Jim,” House said it very casual, but cold. Wilson shut up immediately. House got up from the chair and walked over to Cameron and pulled her into his arms. She broke and started to cry.
“I’m sorry,” she sniffed, “It happened so fast. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to the babies.” she sobbed. House just ran his hand over her hair and held her.
Greg turned and looked into Jim’s eyes, understanding the fear and anger that still lingered there. “Allie, this has to stop, for all of our sanity.”
“I know,” she said as she clung to him. Wilson’s words echoed in her head. “Don’t be mad at me please. Jim’s so mad.”
“Allison,” Wilson said, his voice breaking. “You just took ten years off my life. You scared the hell out of me. I’m sorry I yelled.”
Allison turned and looked at him, into his chocolate brown eyes and melted. She eased away from House and pulled him to her. All three of them stood in Greg’s office and embraced for a few minutes, until finally House broke away and said, “Go home Allison. You are officially on leave. Go take a bubble bath, get some sleep, and Wilson got you some chocolate, chocolate chip ice cream last night. Eat, get fat and give us some chubby little, healthy parasites to play with.” he chuckled. She smiled at him and sighed.
“It would be nice to go home and do nothing. Maybe read. Maybe paint the nursery.” she teased.
“No!” They replied in unison. She flashed them a smile and walked to her desk.
“You sure you can handle things without me here?”
“Well, let me see. I have been a doctor for over twenty years, Wilson for about fifteen. He is head of Oncology and a pillar in this hospital. I think we can manage. If not, we can ask Chase, he thinks he knows everything.” House snarked at her.
“Well, he doesn’t know everything. He doesn’t know about us.” They all laughed at that. Chase thought he was so observant, but he never caught on to the fact they were all together, and Foreman, true to his word, never said anything.
“How can something so small require so much shit?” House grumbled as they looked at baby stuff. He was sitting down on one of the displays, grumbling about the fact that they didn’t have any sympathy for the cripple.
“Well, we are having two small things, thus requiring double of everything. Then we have to factor in the fact that we are having a boy and a girl, so that means pink and blue.” Allison told him, stifling a laugh. He looked miserable, but she knew, deep down that it was an act. He just hated shopping.
“Can’t we just go with yellow and be done with it?”
“Quit bitching House. You’re just as much a part of this as we are.” Wilson informed him
“Can’t you and Wilson do this? He is all about doing girl things anyway.”
“Tell you what Greg, if you stop grumbling and start helping, tonight I will....” Allison bent down and whispered into his ear. His eyes bulged at the thought of her doing all the nasty little things she was saying to him. He found himself growing hard, right there in Babies R Us. This in itself was disturbing. He found that every time he looked at her, he was just a little hard. He didn’t know if he was developing a sick fetish for pregnant women or if it was just her. He hoped it was just her. When she began to stand up, he grabbed her and shoved his tongue in her mouth, scorching her with the heat of his kiss.
“Hey, don’t I get some of that?” James asked.
“Later,” they replied in unison and while feeling somewhat breathless.
“Ok, point me to the nappies.” House proclaimed as erotic imagines danced in his head.
Allison and James continued to register the items and were at the car seat section when House exclaimed “Four car seats? Do we really need four car seats?” House asked the two of them.
“Well, we need two for my car and two for James’s. I would assume that hell would freeze over before you put them in your ‘Vett.”
“You know me too well, Allie. God, four car seats, two cribs, two swings, mounds and mounds of clothes, diapers..... Dear God, what did we get into?”
Allison looked at him, and he looked lost. His hair was a mess and he looked like he had just rolled out of bed. She decided to have mercy on him. “Ok, we can go. I can finish the registry some other day. We got a good start.”
With this House just looked at her with a blank stare, causing her to laugh more. Yes, he was in for a shock. Desperate to change the subject away from babies he asked, “I’m hungry, who what’s to eat?”
“I’m starving.” Jim announced. They watched as Allison took the little computer over to the check out and finished the registry. “I agree with you Greg. There is so much shit. Where are we going to put it all?” Jim looked almost as rumpled as Greg and it was entirely too cute. Allie’s heart melted when she saw them talking with each other. God she loved them so much. She patted her tummy, a gesture she found herself doing often.
She walked over to them, took each by the hand and left the store. She didn’t see or care about the glances thrown her way. The questions in strangers eyes. Here was a young, beautiful woman, married to an older, crippled man and also holding the hand of another, younger, man. It rose quite a few eyebrows.
“Allison, you need a bigger car.” She drove a Chevy Impala. Just enough room for three grown adults and one child, not two.
“Yeah well, I don’t want to take on the payments. I don’t know how long the doctor will let me work.” House and Wilson exchanged looks. It would be taken care of.
Three days later she came home and found a brand new pearl colored Cadillac Escalade in her drive way. She found House and Wilson sitting watching the news. “Who’s here?” She asked them.
“Just us.” Wilson replied.
“Well, whose Escalade is that out there?”
“That would be your’s.” House replied.
“What?”
They both looked at her then and smiled. “It’s your’s. You needed a bigger car, we got you a bigger car. Happy Birthday.” Wilson informed her.
She had forgotten-truly forgotten-it was her birthday. Her parents hadn’t even called. “Oh my God! Are you insane? Those cost a fortune. We can’t afford that, with the babies coming and everything.” Allison was close to tears. She was joyful for the love these two men felt for her and frantic because the reality of having children was starting to set in. She broke down and started to cry. “Let me guess, it is loaded with everything imaginable?”
“You bet your cute little ass it is.” House replied. “Allison why are you crying?”
“I don’t know. You guys are so good to me. I’m huge, fat and ugly. I forgot it was my birthday. My parents didn’t even call. Little slugger is sitting on my bladder and someone’s foot is in my ribs.” She sobbed.
“Come here.” House tried to say it gently, but it came out as an order. She walked over to them and sat down between them on the couch. She cried as they held her until she dozed off. The pregnancy, along with the stress of working, were starting to take a toll on her. Wilson carried her back to bed and then came out to talk to Greg.
“She is pushing herself too hard Greg. I’m starting to get worried about her.”
“I know. I have been trying to keep an eye on her, only giving her easy work, but you know how stubborn she is. She insists on doing her fair share and doesn’t want special treatment.”
“Well she is special and she is pregnant, with twins.” Jim yelled.
“Do you think that has escaped my notice? What do you expect me to do, Jim? Tie her up and lock her in her room?” They both raised an eyebrow at the thought and then laughed at each other.
“She needs to quit.”
“I know. She won’t.”
“Thick headed woman. She thinks we need the money. Wants her pride and doesn’t want a man taking care of her. Damn!” Wilson mumbled.
“I’m selling my condo. We don’t need the money. This place is paid for.”
“How do you know?” James held up his hands, “No, I don’t want to know. You never said anything about selling.”
“Well, what am I going to do with it? I haven’t been there in months. There is nothing there for me there. It’s all right here.”
“I hear that. I close next week on mine. So between the two of us, our homes, and then our salary, there are no worries about money right?”
“None that I can see.” House gave a nod.
“Then we tell her it is time to stop working.” Wilson said. House laughed.
“Right. You do that. I will sit back and watch the show.”
“Coward.” James shot at him.
“No, I just know when to pick my battles.” With that, the door bell rang and House smiled. He limped over and opened it up. “Bill, Carol, come on in. Allie is resting. She had a little break down. You know, women and their hormones. Can Wilson get you anything?”
The sound of the door bell woke Allison up and she stumbled out of bed and waddled down the hall. “Mom? Dad? Is that you?” She asked somewhat dazed.
“Hey Pumpkin!” Bill said as he wrapped his arms around his daughter. “Putting on some weight finally.” he teased her, as he heard her sniffle. “Did you think we forgot about your birthday? Greg and Jim invited us down and told us not to tell you. We wanted it to be a surprise. Looks like it worked.” She shook her head and smiled at her men. They did it again. Made her feel loved and special.
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PART 13
House and Wilson were in his office having a powwow about how to get Cameron to quit, or at least go on maternity leave. “Did you see her before? I can tell her back is killing her. What is her problem? Why won’t she see it?” Wilson mumbled to himself.
Their conversation was interrupted by Chase and Foreman, who were running down the hall, toward their patient’s room. Greg and Jim jumped up and rushed after them.
They all reached the room all at the same time, no one noticed that House kept up. Their patient, a man of rather large stature, was fighting treatment, and in turn, fighting Allison. Foreman and Chase scrambled to get a sedative while Cameron tried to calm him and apply restraints. He continued to fight.
House stormed in to the room and pushed Foreman and Chase aside. Then he grabbed the man by the throat, “If you kick my pregnant wife in the stomach, I will rip your balls off and feed them to you. Calm down now before I knock you out.” House growled at the man. He froze and stopped fighting instantly.
“Dr. House,” Foreman said to him. House still had his hand wrapped around the man’s throat.
“Greg,” Cameron broke into his haze of anger, “I’m fine. Really. Let him go.” With one more quick squeeze, he released the man and then turned his anger on Allison.
Greg’s eyes were deeper shade of blue than she had ever seen him. He was angry, and he was scared. “Dr. Cameron-House,” He purposely hyphenated her name to remind her that she was his wife in this matter and NOT his co-worker. “In my office now! Wilson, you too.” Greg turned on his heel and left Wilson and Cameron to follow after him.
He was settled in his chair by the time they got there. He popped a Vicodin and scowled at her. She turned to Wilson for support and comfort, but found the same expression on his face as she did on House’s. “Just what the hell did you think you were doing in there?” House asked her, fighting to control his temper.
Chin up, she answered, “My job.” This was met with another look and the fear in his eyes iced over to rage. She began to defend herself. “He was going to hurt himself. He tried to get up, pull his IV...”
“Enough!” Wilson barked. She flinched. “That man was about 10 seconds away from attacking you.” James started to pace; and he was so angry, this time, he was going to put his foot down this time.
“It was under control,” she told him.
“Like hell it was. Do you forget, Allison, that you are pregnant and that our children are your biggest concern? Not whether some moron pulls his IV.” Wilson continued to rage at her. He was so pissed.
“I said it was under control,” she defended herself weakly. The reality of what just took place had started to sink in and she felt her hands start to tremble. If House or Wilson noticed, they didn’t say anything. “I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“Sorry’s not good enough Allison. Dammit. You are an intelligent woman, why won’t you see your limits? Why do you continue to ignore the fact that you are in pain and dead on your feet after work?” James asked her.
“I’m pregnant. Of course I’m tried and sore. I’m working, doing my job. I’m a doctor and that requires a lot of time on my feet.”
“At what cost Allison? This isn’t just about you. There are five lives at stake here. Yours, the babies’s, mine and House’s. You need to stop this; no you WILL stop this NOW!”
“You can’t tell me what to do, Wilson!” She raged at him. She knew it sounded juvenile, but she would not be told what she could or could not handle. She knew her limits.
“You think? I’m on the board and if you don’t listen to reason, I’m taking action.” Wilson threaten her.
Up until this point, House sat in his chair, listening and watching the argument. He saw Allie tremble, and he saw Wilson get her back up. His head started to ache. Stress, stress and more stress.
“Jim,” House said it very casual, but cold. Wilson shut up immediately. House got up from the chair and walked over to Cameron and pulled her into his arms. She broke and started to cry.
“I’m sorry,” she sniffed, “It happened so fast. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to the babies.” she sobbed. House just ran his hand over her hair and held her.
Greg turned and looked into Jim’s eyes, understanding the fear and anger that still lingered there. “Allie, this has to stop, for all of our sanity.”
“I know,” she said as she clung to him. Wilson’s words echoed in her head. “Don’t be mad at me please. Jim’s so mad.”
“Allison,” Wilson said, his voice breaking. “You just took ten years off my life. You scared the hell out of me. I’m sorry I yelled.”
Allison turned and looked at him, into his chocolate brown eyes and melted. She eased away from House and pulled him to her. All three of them stood in Greg’s office and embraced for a few minutes, until finally House broke away and said, “Go home Allison. You are officially on leave. Go take a bubble bath, get some sleep, and Wilson got you some chocolate, chocolate chip ice cream last night. Eat, get fat and give us some chubby little, healthy parasites to play with.” he chuckled. She smiled at him and sighed.
“It would be nice to go home and do nothing. Maybe read. Maybe paint the nursery.” she teased.
“No!” They replied in unison. She flashed them a smile and walked to her desk.
“You sure you can handle things without me here?”
“Well, let me see. I have been a doctor for over twenty years, Wilson for about fifteen. He is head of Oncology and a pillar in this hospital. I think we can manage. If not, we can ask Chase, he thinks he knows everything.” House snarked at her.
“Well, he doesn’t know everything. He doesn’t know about us.” They all laughed at that. Chase thought he was so observant, but he never caught on to the fact they were all together, and Foreman, true to his word, never said anything.