Happy birthday, milena_barbosa!!!
Title: Baby Blues.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D., nor the characters.
Summary: "House/Cuddy one shot, I have a thing for pregnant Cuddy, maybe in labor or something." You got it!!
Author's Note: A birthday fic written for milena_barbosa!! Sorry this is so late, but my weekend has been so crazy busy (plus a 16 hour migraine!). Still, that's no excuse BUT I hope you had a wonderful birthday and that this is a nice little gift!
If anyone would like to request a birthday oneshot/drabble, you can do so here.
House knew long before she told him. There was a moment, sometime in February, when she was in line in the cafeteria. Usually, she brought lunch. Occasionally, she’d buy. But this was different.
Hell, she was glowing. He thought it was because of sex at first. But he was wrong. And then he knew. And for some reason, he said nothing.
“Great,” he grumbled loud enough for her to hear. “I’ll be lucky if there’s food left after you make your way through the line.”
Cuddy turned to the man standing behind her in line. “How are you today, House?”
“Peachy,” he answered sarcastically.
She made her way down the line and added a bowl of tropical fruit to her tray. He observed her carefully, noticing that there was something different about her.
“How was the sex last night?” House asked when Cuddy didn’t continue on with the conversation.
Cuddy stopped and looked up at him. “What are you talking about?”
“The sex,” he replied. “I mean, come on, Cuddy. Look at you piling on the food.”
She stared at him. “What does that have to do with sex?”
“Ravenous appetite.” House leaned closer to her. “You are completely insatiable, Doctor Cuddy.”
“I’m perfectly fine, House.”
Cuddy moved further down the line.
“You’re a little too happy to be fine,” he said.
She looked up at him and gave a small shrug before paying for her food. House stood dumbfounded for a moment and then it hit him. He opened his mouth to shout his finding, but immediately closed it. He remained standing there as she walked away.
He was standing alone in the elevator when she entered. House gave her an eye roll and she frowned at him in return. She jammed her finger into the button for the third floor.
The doors shut and neither spoke. House peered at her and then leaned closer to her. He poked her in her slightly larger stomach.
Cuddy glared at him and took a step away from him. She planted her hands on her hips. House went to poke her again when she slapped his hand away.
“I’m pregnant,” she told him, knowing that his poking was asking her a silent question.
“I know,” he simply replied.
“You know?” Cuddy raised her eyebrows. “How do you know?”
“A sensitive man could tell,” he said.
She frowned. “You are anything but.”
“But I knew you were pregnant,” he pointed out. “Who’s the father?”
“That’s none of your business.” She placed her attention forward.
“It is if it’s me,” he responded.
“Well... it’s not.”
“You’re lying,” he accused.
Cuddy brought her gaze back over to him. “Why would I lie?”
She had a point. The elevator doors slid open and she walked out, not looking back. House kept his eyes on her until the doors closed.
House hadn’t seen her for over a week. He had one case after another and she wasn’t needed.
When he did see her, she was standing at the nurses’ station in the Clinic. Her belly was swollen and he was surprised by her size. Seeing her all the time, he hadn’t really noticed just how big she had gotten.
House entered the Clinic and smoothly sidled up to her side. She glanced at him briefly and flipped open a chart.
“Yes?”
“Nothing,” he said. “I was just enjoying the scenery. You’re hard to miss.”
“Thanks,” she responded crisply.
“So, you ever gonna tell me who the father is?” he asked.
“Why?” she replied and flipped the chart closed.
“Want to congratulate him,” House answered. “I didn’t know Satan could reproduce.”
“Funny.” She headed toward her office.
House followed her. “You’re really not going to tell me.”
“Why do you care so much?” she asked him as she stepped into her outer office.
“I don’t.” He continued to follow her.
“Right.”
Cuddy entered her office, not bothering to hold the door open for him. House kept up with his pursuit and slammed her door closed for emphasis. She faced him at hearing the loud noise.
“Do you know what the sex is?” he asked her.
She stared him down. “Yes.”
“And?” He lifted his eyebrows.
“House.” Cuddy let out a sigh. “What is this about? You avoid me as much as you can. Why the sudden interest?”
“I haven’t been avoiding you,” he told her honestly.
“Okay,” she agreed sarcastically.
Cuddy moved around her desk and sat down. He remained standing a moment before heading to the door. She glanced up at him.
“It’s a boy, by the way.”
House stopped and looked back at her.
“That’s...” he trailed off and left her office.
Cuddy pulled open her front door and frowned at seeing House. It was nearly ten at night and she was about to go to bed.
“What are you doing here?” she asked him.
House shrugged. “Was in the neighborhood.”
“You were not,” she replied.
“Actually, I need you to okay a procedure.” He handed her a chart and eyed up her seven month pregnant belly.
“You could have called.” She stepped back and let him inside.
“Better to fight you in person,” House said and closed the door.
“So, what are you trying to sell me?” Cuddy flipped open the chart and skimmed it.
He drew in a breath. “Patient’s been sick for-”
“Ow!”
“What?”
Cuddy dropped the chart and placed a hand on the wall for support. House watched, unsure of what to do. She bent over as she let out another cry of pain.
“What is it?” House asked.
“It hurts,” she told him. “Ow. Something’s wrong.”
She let out another cry and her eyes met House’s. Her face had gone pale and her eyes held back tears.
“I’ll call 911.”
He took out his cell phone and dialed as Cuddy keeled over again in pain.
Cuddy was focused on him in the chaos. House ignored the pain in his thigh as he kept up alongside of the gurney.
“It’s too soon,” Cuddy said.
“Look, it’ll be okay.” He gave her hand a squeeze.
“It’s not okay,” she replied and tears fell from her eyes. “He’s too early.”
“Cuddy, it’ll be okay,” House tried to assure her.
“He’s not fully developed, House,” she told him. “He’s-”
“You’ve got to calm down,” he cut her off, his blue eyes intense as they remained locked with hers. “They’re taking you in to do a C-section.”
“I can’t alone.” She squeezed his hand. “What if something happened to him? He needs more time. I can’t...”
They wheeled her through the doors, taking her to the operating room and breaking her grip on House’s hand. He remained behind.
House watched the doors swing closed, almost as if in slow motion. This was too surreal, it couldn’t be happening. Cuddy was panicked and he feared the worst.
Taking in a breath, he limped through the doors and went after her.
Cuddy sat in a wheelchair beside the incubation unit her infant was in. She was still too sore from the stitches to remain standing at his side. Her gloved finger was lightly touching his hand as her eyes were focused on his sleeping frame.
“Hey.”
The voice startled her and she looked to the doorway. House stood there, a small frown on his face. He made his way toward her.
“How’s he doing?” he asked.
“Okay,” she answered, her voice hollow.
“He’s going to be fine,” House told her.
“How do you know?” she replied, bringing her eyes back up to him.
“He’s got your blood in him and you’re sure as hell a fighter,” House responded.
Her eyes lowered back down to her son. “Thanks.”
House moved closer to her. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“And thank you for being there for me,” she added. “You calmed me.”
He removed his hand. “Yeah, well, it’s no big deal.”
“Right.”
“I’ll see you around then,” he said.
“Okay,” she agreed and glanced at him again.
House headed for the door and left her alone with her son. Cuddy looked back down at the tiny baby boy and said a silent prayer.
She answered the front door quickly after the knock. House was on her doorstep and she was surprised to see him.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey,” he replied.
Cuddy stepped back and let him inside. She closed the door behind him.
“He all settled in?” House asked.
“Yes,” she answered. “It’s good to have him home. Finally.”
House nodded. “I’m glad it worked out.”
“Do you want to see him?” Cuddy asked him.
House frowned. “No, that’s okay.”
“Come on,” Cuddy insisted.
She led him down the hallway to the nursery painted a mint green. The dark mahogany crib was in the corner of the room. Cuddy led House over to the crib.
House placed a hand on the side of the crib and looked down at the sleeping baby with a flash of dark hair. He was breathing in and out evenly.
Cuddy put her hand on top of House’s. He tore his eyes away from the child and looked over at her.
“I couldn’t have kept sane without you,” she told him. “Worrying all the time, wondering if he was going to come home... you were... you really helped me, House.”
He wasn’t exactly sure on what to say to that. House never wanted to make a habit out of bringing her coffees and keeping her company, but somehow the days turned to weeks and he was staying by her side more and more.
“You’re welcome,” he finally spoke.
She lifted herself to her tip toes and he leaned down just a touch so she could connect her lips with his. House stooped down lower, making it easier for her. She deepened the kiss, but broke apart from him when the baby began crying.
Both adults looked down at the red faced boy. House took a step back as Cuddy smiled at her baby and picked him up.
“Sh...” she said quietly. “It’s all right, Devon.”
“I’ll, uh, let you attend to that,” House told her. “He smells.”
“I’ll see you again soon?” she asked.
“I might stop by if I have nothing better to do,” he said.
“Good.” She nodded. “Goodnight, House.”
“Night, Cuddy,” he told her gently. His eyes lowered to the baby. “Night, Kid.”
End.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D., nor the characters.
Summary: "House/Cuddy one shot, I have a thing for pregnant Cuddy, maybe in labor or something." You got it!!
Author's Note: A birthday fic written for milena_barbosa!! Sorry this is so late, but my weekend has been so crazy busy (plus a 16 hour migraine!). Still, that's no excuse BUT I hope you had a wonderful birthday and that this is a nice little gift!
If anyone would like to request a birthday oneshot/drabble, you can do so here.
House knew long before she told him. There was a moment, sometime in February, when she was in line in the cafeteria. Usually, she brought lunch. Occasionally, she’d buy. But this was different.
Hell, she was glowing. He thought it was because of sex at first. But he was wrong. And then he knew. And for some reason, he said nothing.
“Great,” he grumbled loud enough for her to hear. “I’ll be lucky if there’s food left after you make your way through the line.”
Cuddy turned to the man standing behind her in line. “How are you today, House?”
“Peachy,” he answered sarcastically.
She made her way down the line and added a bowl of tropical fruit to her tray. He observed her carefully, noticing that there was something different about her.
“How was the sex last night?” House asked when Cuddy didn’t continue on with the conversation.
Cuddy stopped and looked up at him. “What are you talking about?”
“The sex,” he replied. “I mean, come on, Cuddy. Look at you piling on the food.”
She stared at him. “What does that have to do with sex?”
“Ravenous appetite.” House leaned closer to her. “You are completely insatiable, Doctor Cuddy.”
“I’m perfectly fine, House.”
Cuddy moved further down the line.
“You’re a little too happy to be fine,” he said.
She looked up at him and gave a small shrug before paying for her food. House stood dumbfounded for a moment and then it hit him. He opened his mouth to shout his finding, but immediately closed it. He remained standing there as she walked away.
He was standing alone in the elevator when she entered. House gave her an eye roll and she frowned at him in return. She jammed her finger into the button for the third floor.
The doors shut and neither spoke. House peered at her and then leaned closer to her. He poked her in her slightly larger stomach.
Cuddy glared at him and took a step away from him. She planted her hands on her hips. House went to poke her again when she slapped his hand away.
“I’m pregnant,” she told him, knowing that his poking was asking her a silent question.
“I know,” he simply replied.
“You know?” Cuddy raised her eyebrows. “How do you know?”
“A sensitive man could tell,” he said.
She frowned. “You are anything but.”
“But I knew you were pregnant,” he pointed out. “Who’s the father?”
“That’s none of your business.” She placed her attention forward.
“It is if it’s me,” he responded.
“Well... it’s not.”
“You’re lying,” he accused.
Cuddy brought her gaze back over to him. “Why would I lie?”
She had a point. The elevator doors slid open and she walked out, not looking back. House kept his eyes on her until the doors closed.
House hadn’t seen her for over a week. He had one case after another and she wasn’t needed.
When he did see her, she was standing at the nurses’ station in the Clinic. Her belly was swollen and he was surprised by her size. Seeing her all the time, he hadn’t really noticed just how big she had gotten.
House entered the Clinic and smoothly sidled up to her side. She glanced at him briefly and flipped open a chart.
“Yes?”
“Nothing,” he said. “I was just enjoying the scenery. You’re hard to miss.”
“Thanks,” she responded crisply.
“So, you ever gonna tell me who the father is?” he asked.
“Why?” she replied and flipped the chart closed.
“Want to congratulate him,” House answered. “I didn’t know Satan could reproduce.”
“Funny.” She headed toward her office.
House followed her. “You’re really not going to tell me.”
“Why do you care so much?” she asked him as she stepped into her outer office.
“I don’t.” He continued to follow her.
“Right.”
Cuddy entered her office, not bothering to hold the door open for him. House kept up with his pursuit and slammed her door closed for emphasis. She faced him at hearing the loud noise.
“Do you know what the sex is?” he asked her.
She stared him down. “Yes.”
“And?” He lifted his eyebrows.
“House.” Cuddy let out a sigh. “What is this about? You avoid me as much as you can. Why the sudden interest?”
“I haven’t been avoiding you,” he told her honestly.
“Okay,” she agreed sarcastically.
Cuddy moved around her desk and sat down. He remained standing a moment before heading to the door. She glanced up at him.
“It’s a boy, by the way.”
House stopped and looked back at her.
“That’s...” he trailed off and left her office.
Cuddy pulled open her front door and frowned at seeing House. It was nearly ten at night and she was about to go to bed.
“What are you doing here?” she asked him.
House shrugged. “Was in the neighborhood.”
“You were not,” she replied.
“Actually, I need you to okay a procedure.” He handed her a chart and eyed up her seven month pregnant belly.
“You could have called.” She stepped back and let him inside.
“Better to fight you in person,” House said and closed the door.
“So, what are you trying to sell me?” Cuddy flipped open the chart and skimmed it.
He drew in a breath. “Patient’s been sick for-”
“Ow!”
“What?”
Cuddy dropped the chart and placed a hand on the wall for support. House watched, unsure of what to do. She bent over as she let out another cry of pain.
“What is it?” House asked.
“It hurts,” she told him. “Ow. Something’s wrong.”
She let out another cry and her eyes met House’s. Her face had gone pale and her eyes held back tears.
“I’ll call 911.”
He took out his cell phone and dialed as Cuddy keeled over again in pain.
Cuddy was focused on him in the chaos. House ignored the pain in his thigh as he kept up alongside of the gurney.
“It’s too soon,” Cuddy said.
“Look, it’ll be okay.” He gave her hand a squeeze.
“It’s not okay,” she replied and tears fell from her eyes. “He’s too early.”
“Cuddy, it’ll be okay,” House tried to assure her.
“He’s not fully developed, House,” she told him. “He’s-”
“You’ve got to calm down,” he cut her off, his blue eyes intense as they remained locked with hers. “They’re taking you in to do a C-section.”
“I can’t alone.” She squeezed his hand. “What if something happened to him? He needs more time. I can’t...”
They wheeled her through the doors, taking her to the operating room and breaking her grip on House’s hand. He remained behind.
House watched the doors swing closed, almost as if in slow motion. This was too surreal, it couldn’t be happening. Cuddy was panicked and he feared the worst.
Taking in a breath, he limped through the doors and went after her.
Cuddy sat in a wheelchair beside the incubation unit her infant was in. She was still too sore from the stitches to remain standing at his side. Her gloved finger was lightly touching his hand as her eyes were focused on his sleeping frame.
“Hey.”
The voice startled her and she looked to the doorway. House stood there, a small frown on his face. He made his way toward her.
“How’s he doing?” he asked.
“Okay,” she answered, her voice hollow.
“He’s going to be fine,” House told her.
“How do you know?” she replied, bringing her eyes back up to him.
“He’s got your blood in him and you’re sure as hell a fighter,” House responded.
Her eyes lowered back down to her son. “Thanks.”
House moved closer to her. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“And thank you for being there for me,” she added. “You calmed me.”
He removed his hand. “Yeah, well, it’s no big deal.”
“Right.”
“I’ll see you around then,” he said.
“Okay,” she agreed and glanced at him again.
House headed for the door and left her alone with her son. Cuddy looked back down at the tiny baby boy and said a silent prayer.
She answered the front door quickly after the knock. House was on her doorstep and she was surprised to see him.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey,” he replied.
Cuddy stepped back and let him inside. She closed the door behind him.
“He all settled in?” House asked.
“Yes,” she answered. “It’s good to have him home. Finally.”
House nodded. “I’m glad it worked out.”
“Do you want to see him?” Cuddy asked him.
House frowned. “No, that’s okay.”
“Come on,” Cuddy insisted.
She led him down the hallway to the nursery painted a mint green. The dark mahogany crib was in the corner of the room. Cuddy led House over to the crib.
House placed a hand on the side of the crib and looked down at the sleeping baby with a flash of dark hair. He was breathing in and out evenly.
Cuddy put her hand on top of House’s. He tore his eyes away from the child and looked over at her.
“I couldn’t have kept sane without you,” she told him. “Worrying all the time, wondering if he was going to come home... you were... you really helped me, House.”
He wasn’t exactly sure on what to say to that. House never wanted to make a habit out of bringing her coffees and keeping her company, but somehow the days turned to weeks and he was staying by her side more and more.
“You’re welcome,” he finally spoke.
She lifted herself to her tip toes and he leaned down just a touch so she could connect her lips with his. House stooped down lower, making it easier for her. She deepened the kiss, but broke apart from him when the baby began crying.
Both adults looked down at the red faced boy. House took a step back as Cuddy smiled at her baby and picked him up.
“Sh...” she said quietly. “It’s all right, Devon.”
“I’ll, uh, let you attend to that,” House told her. “He smells.”
“I’ll see you again soon?” she asked.
“I might stop by if I have nothing better to do,” he said.
“Good.” She nodded. “Goodnight, House.”
“Night, Cuddy,” he told her gently. His eyes lowered to the baby. “Night, Kid.”
End.