Flock of Words Chapter 13
Title: Flock of Words Chapter 13
Summary: Cameron's pregnant, House is having trouble dealing.
Note: Truth be told finishing this story is making me want to jump off the roof!!! This saga has been going on for far to long and it needs to end. Unfortunately I can't just stop writing it (that would be bad and I was always taught to finish what I have started) so I've decided to take my sweet ass time. Oh this story will be finished. It may not be till 2008 but it will be finished.
On another sidebar if the rest of the story sucks I apologize and I don't expect you to read it. It's my own battle of wills now!!!
11. Issues
Entering her 25th week, Allison Cameron was beginning to feel like a walking incubator. Although her nausea had stopped and she was actually beginning to like the taste of milk, her back hurt and her feet had grown two full sizes. Although she was rather fond of her cute maternity clothes she almost passed out yesterday when she thought she saw a stretch mark on her breast.
House was a whole different story. Granted she understood that House was still uncomfortable with the whole situation she could feel him warming up to the idea as the days passed by. Last week he arrived on time to her doctor’s appointment and didn’t even make Dr. Larson cry.
The only problem plaguing her at the moment, besides her increasing pant size, was the fact that their home was nowhere ready to accommodate an infant. Although she had received small items from friends, they had no furniture, supplies, or even a car with more than two seats. The entire situation was really beginning to stress her out.
She was carrying a large stack of files when Stacy approached her in the hallway. Just as the largest one began slipping out of her hand Stacy stepped in to grab it.
“Allison, let me help you.” Stacy called out, reaching over to grab the rest of the stack.
“Thanks Stacy but I’ve got it.” Cameron answered, relinquishing her hold on the pile. “Greg’s made it pointedly clear that once the work gets to be too much I’m out.”
“Well maybe you should be,” Stacy answered, ignoring Cameron’s rolling eyes. “I don’t mean to take his side but you look frazzled. Why don’t you take a load off and I’ll make us some tea?”
“I guess I could use some,” Cameron smiled.
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Once they were finally back in the office Cameron took the closest seat and used another to prop her feet up. Stacy was close behind with two steaming cups of coffee.
“So,” Stacy began, “how are you feeling? And I want the whole truth, nothing but the truth, yada yada yada.”
“I’ve actually been feeling great,” Cameron sighed. “I’m not sick anymore, I’m still sleeping alright and so far I can still see my toes.”
“That’s great. But not really what I meant. How’s Greg doing?”
For a moment Cameron didn’t speak. She didn’t really know if she was thinking about an answer or thinking about whether or not to share said answer. Before she could come up with anything thoughtful to say Stacy broke the silence.
“You can talk to me Allison. I know how Greg is. Besides you I know him better than anyone. I know you need someone to talk to.”
“I guess I don’t really know what to say. He’s scared, he’s nervous, he’s uncomfortable…god, it would take me an hour to tally the list of emotions I can read in his eyes. But the only emotion that seems to flow out of his mouth is ‘I’m fine.’ That’s his answer to everything!!”
“Oh Allison, he’s warming up. You just have to give him time. He doesn’t deal with change well. After the infarction I though he was either going to commit suicide or become an agoraphobic. Well look at him now. He uses that cane like it’s an extension of his right arm.” Stacy answered.
“I’ve given him time to warm up. Stacy, if I give him anymore time our kid is going to be sleeping in the bathtub!!!”
She immediately backed off when she could tell her friend was becoming increasingly more upset. Her goal was to put Cameron’s mind at ease, not defend House’s cowardly actions.
“Okay, okay, calm down Allison. I would say I’d talk to him but it’s your job and you know it.”
“I know, I know. This baby’s coming whether he’s ready or not so he better get used to it. I love him and I wouldn’t change him for the life of me, but I wish for once things would go easily. I wish he would be the one to say ‘gee Cameron our kid might need a bed some clothes or maybe a car seat’ but reality tells me that isn’t going to happen. If I want something then I guess I just need to put my foot down and make it happen!!”
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Wilson and House were spending their morning tucked away in clinic room two watching the Sox game. House regarded this as the perfect way to spend a Friday morning.
“So have you guys caved and figured out the sex of the baby yet?” Wilson asked.
House simply cocked an eyebrow at his friend. “Isn’t there some rule about being masculine while watching baseball?” House asked.
Wilson continued to stare at his friend letting him know, yes, you do have to answer the question. After another moment of uncomfortable silence House puffed out a breath and finally answered.
“Cameron wants to be surprised so we’ll be surprised.”
“You aren’t dying to know?” Wilson interjected.
“Commonsense tells me that Cuddy’s gonna figure out we’re in here in less than ten minutes. In laymen’s terms, shut up.”
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Cameron entered the clinic as a woman on a mission. Her mission being she was not going home tonight without a crib.
Her mission was not the slightest bit deterred when she ran into Dr. Cuddy at the nurse’s station.
“Dr. Cuddy, Have you seen Dr. House this morning?”
“As a matter of fact I was just about to kick him and Dr. Wilson out of clinic room two.” Cuddy answered.
“Thanks,” Cameron answered, making her way over to the door.
“Oh, and Dr. Cameron,” Cuddy waited a beat for her to turn around. “Tell Wilson to keep me updated on the game, I have 50 bucks riding on the Yankees.”
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This time Cameron left out the pleasantries of knocking. Instead she barged in the door and stared at the two fully-grown doctors staring at the tiny television like it was the Holy Grail. They both looked up at her like two teenagers caught under the bleachers smoking a cigarette.
“Is somebody dead?” House asked.
“Not any of our patients,” Cameron replied, “seeing as you haven’t accepted any.”
“I’ll think about it after the third inning.” House replied.
“Okay then, since you’ve just made it pretty clear that it’s going to be a slow day we’re taking the afternoon off,” she slyly smiled.
“To do what?” House questioned.
“Do you really want me spelling it out in front of Wilson?”
“I don’t mind,” Wilson winked.
Suddenly realization hit him like a club to the head. For the past week Cameron had been achy and irritable and frankly wouldn’t let him touch her with a ten-foot pole. Now that she was smiling seductively before him he was certain his number had come up.
She couldn’t help but laugh when he half jumped off the table he was perched on. She was always amused at how quickly he could move when given the proper motivation. Before she had time to pat herself on the back the two were outside Cuddy’s office signing themselves out.
When they finally reached the car she was beginning to feel really bad. The poor guy hadn’t had sex in a week and here she was using it for a little bait and switch. She almost gave in and let him drive her home until the resident in her uterus gave her a little kick of support.
Making her way over to the driver’s side door Cameron nimbly plucked the keys out of his hand and opened the door. House’s eyes were able to ask the question his mouth couldn’t spit out: What?
“Oh come on Greg, it’s been forever since I’ve driven. I’m beginning to forget what it’s like!” Cameron complained.
“But I have my seat set to the perfect position,” he whined, using his best toddler voice. “You’re going to mess up months of perfection.”
“I’m sure you’ll get over it,” she smiled. “And I’ll leave your seat exactly the way it is.”
If there had been anyone else in the parking garage they would have happened upon quite an amusing scene. House was the first one to get into the car. Since these days Cameron required a lot of room he looked like he was sitting in the back seat, if the ‘vette had one that is. His seat was pushed so far back that it was going to look like Cameron was chauffeuring him around.
While he was busy trying to adjust the seat, Cameron was making her best attempt at entering the car without altering the driver’s seat. She tried accessing it from different angles, sucking in her belly, and even thought it may be worth a try to pull down the top and hop in it that way.
When House finally had his own seat adjusted his eyes wandered over in Cameron’s direction. There she stood, staring at the door with one finger pressed against her lips, looking at the entrance like it was some kind of mathematical puzzle. Although she looked incredibly appealing with brows furrowed in concentration House decided to cut her a little slack.
“Ok, you can move the seat. I just hope you remember how to put it back,” he grimaced.
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Allison had really done her homework. She knew the only way she would be able to further mislead him would be to pick a fight on the way. That way he would be focused on the argument, not on the road. Knowing the best way to get under his skin Cameron smiled and began her attack.
“Wasn’t Dr. Cuddy’s lecture brilliant this morning?”
Ten minutes later he was so busy arguing he didn’t even notice they had pulled into a parking spot at Babies ‘R’ Us instead of a spot at their modest apartment complex.
Finally realizing where they were House over exaggeratedly blinked his eyes several times and feigned confusion.
“When did they remodel the complex?” He asked. “I hope my key still works.”
“We need to do some stuff here first,” Cameron responded.
“Don’t you think we’re going to look odd having sex in front of all those babies?”
“Crib now, sex later,” Cameron smiled grasping onto the door in order to pull herself upright.
“You made me leave work early to buy a crib? What if someone dies? And it’s a baby? Wouldn’t that be ironic?”
“Don’t even joke about that Greg,” Cameron snapped. “The truth of the matter is that in less than 4 months we’re having a baby. I’m sorry you think that’s such a bad thing and that all your wild bachelor days are over but that’s the reality. So get your ass out of that ridiculous ‘midlife crisis’ excuse for a car and help me pick out a crib!”
Not waiting for a response she turned on her heels and marched toward the entrance.
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