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House had been seated for almost an hora in a place he least expected himself to be, a park. He must be the saddest form that was there that afternoon since every corner was filled with happy people playing, fishing, running and talking. Some were por two's while others come in a bunch, yup, a family. The view is something he wasn't sure he wanted to see so he then stood from the bench where he was seated as the thought of Stacy breaking what they've agreed upon was running in his head. He had walked a few steps when his former girlfriend came across his sight. She was standing near a light post with a hand holding a little girl's. House stopped on his track as his coração began racing. There she was, his daughter, walking with her mother with the same smile that captured him 16 years ago.
"Hi," he greeted Stacy the moment they were inches away from each other. "Hey," she greeted back before looking down at their daughter, "honey, what will you say to him?"
"Hi..." says the little girl with matching cachorro, filhote de cachorro eyes that caught House's attention."Hi," he greeted her too.
"So," Stacey started as the diagnostician looked back, "I guess, I have to leave the two of you alone." He nodded but just when she was about to leave, Casey pulled her hand and said, "mommy, don't leave me." Stacey gave out a sigh and knelt in front of her daughter with her hand holding the little girl's, "thought you wanted to have some time with your daddy?" Casey looked up to her father only to see a smile on his face before looking back at her mother, "he isn't."
"We already talked about this didn’t we? Said you wanted to meet your dad and have a dia with him. He’s here.”
"Okay, I'll try," Casey said that made her mother smile. "Shall we?" House asked and the little girl nodded. They have already walked a few steps away from Stacey when Casey stretched her hand to hold House's. The spark he felt is something he never felt before; it's not like the dia he kissed Cuddy, he hates to admit but he think he's right, the spark he felt was something men called the spark of fatherhood. He smiled back to Casey as they continue to walk and from afar, there was Stacey wearing the same smile herself.

The household was silent that night. Rachel was already silently sleeping while House and Cuddy were having their jantar together. There was nothing special but as usual, candles and fresh rosas were placed on topo, início of the mesa, tabela between them as their spoon and fork meet the ceramic plate that made some clicking sounds. He decided not to tell her about his afternoon with Casey knowing she’ll over think things again, there were moments he wanted to confess but he tried to hold himself back por drinking cerveja straight from the bottle Cuddy placed seguinte to him earlier.
“So,” she said, breaking the growing awkward silence between them as she eyed her fork raking some cabbage leaf and carrot slices together, “how was your day?”
“Went great,” he answered after swallowing a piece of meat and finally meeting up with her grey eyes. They have separate diets but agreed that the moment Rachel grew up, she can have both. “First dia had been busy so I wasn’t able to come down this morning to see you.” She nodded and he could feel a slight relief that somehow she seemed to be believed his lie.
“Did you get the case I handed to Foreman so you could look at it?”
“Yah, too bad all she have was a subtle flu, not much mystery but thanks for the referral.” Another nod from her was the answer before a moment of silent and eating gestures owned them. “Things will be just like the way they used to be, huh?” he asked lifting his head to look at her only to be received with her smile that almost melted him, “did you miss our days like that?”
“What? When you just stormed in my office bugging me to let you do some test that almost blow my mind to think of reasons so the board won’t notice you did something stupid?”
“Hey admit it, those stupid test you’re talking about had put up the hospital’s name in TIME’s list of great hospitals ever.” Cuddy chuckled as she watched him smirked while lifting the bottle of cerveja from the table. Her smile slowly subsided before she took the mesa, tabela napkin seguinte to her plate to wipe her mouth clean again. A cold feeling ran down her spine the moment she thought about telling him about her pregnancy tonight. He had been speaking to her por the time the bottle was pulled out from his mouth but she doesn’t seemed to hear them since her thoughts were pre-occupied with ways on how to tell him the news.
“…. And if we’re doing okay, we could mover in to another house. A bigger one,” was all she heard him say. Doing okay? she thought, wait ‘til you hear my news if you still think we’ll be okay.
“House…” she tried to ease the shakey voice but she failed to as she started to speak up and watch his fork carry a piece of meat into his mouth and watched his blue eyes once again locked in with hers, “there’s something you ought to know.”
“Yah I know,” he said while trying to place the meat behind his side teeth for him to speak up, “you amor this house but Rachel will be growing, we obviously can’t se ---“
“House, I’m pregnant,” she finally cracked out the news. The words came out like a flash and neither of them spoke out a few minutos after. For the first time in years, she once again saw the all-knowing House lose words to say. He suspected she is conceiving, in fact he set his mind in case she confirms it but hell, why does he feel this way? It feels so foreign to him to hear her say those words, it so…unreal.
His eyes weren’t leaving her face and so her eyes. She watched him slow bit his comida in his mouth and as he slowly swallowed them down. He’s not really into this, she thought before placing both her elbows on the mesa, tabela and waving her hands in the air and saying, “forget it. I’m just… I’ll just…” She stood knowing she can no longer find words to finish her sentence and going out of his sight is the only way she’ll feel somehow better.
The moment she left the hall, House crossed his fingers with the other and had his elbow meet the mesa, tabela too. His eyes were averting as his thoughts were giving him some future shots of him with Casey, with his unborn child with Cuddy and those imagens doesn’t seemed to stop and leave him alone. He gave out a sigh before wiping his lips with the mesa, tabela napkin and finally getting up from the chair he was seated.

“Hey,” he softly said as he approached the cama where Cuddy was lying on her side facing the other way. He could hear her sob the moment he sat down on the edge but she’s doing it under her breathe.
“I’ll be fine…” she said without facing him. House sighed before rubbing his temple with few of his fingers. He finally lifted his leg as he lay down on his side beside her with his palm on her shoulder. He glided his hand down to her arm until it reached her hand as he kissed her earlobe and cheek.
“I didn’t say I don’t want it,” he uttered with a smile. He waited to hear her say something but she didn’t but she did turned to lay herself on her back and her teary eyes finally met his clear ones. Instantly, a reassuring smile was drawn on his lips and the hand that was used to be on her hand went up to cup her face before he leaned down and kissed her forehead. He let his chin rest on the topo, início of her head as Cuddy had her forehead touched his neck.
“But you didn’t say anything about it,” she said still with a knotted voice.
“Yah, but again, I didn’t say I don’t want it.” There was a brief moment between them that seemed to be holding them forever and it was House who broke the silent that bonded them, “just because I don’t say anything or do something, doesn’t mean I can’t play my role as a father. I have so many screwed up things and I don’t think I will be running out of it but this having-a-baby is a big no-no in that list.” Cuddy smiled as she pulled away to look at him before they ease up so she will be in a seating position, spine against the headboard, and House laid back again but this time with his head on Cuddy’s abdomen, which she instantly find sweet of him to do. He could hear some weird sound coming underneath her skin, some rumbling motions that suddenly filled him with an unusual energy to smile and he felt belonged when Cuddy began stroking his hair over and over again.
“So,” he said still not moving from the position he figured will be interesting to do every night, “How far long is Little Greg in there?”
“Little Greg?” Cuddy asked with a smile and a chuckle, “who told you it’s a boy?”
“Father’s intuition.” She chuckled more. “I’m thinking one and half or if I’m to judge this baby bump that I always happened to touch, I’ll go with two months at most.”
“You knew and you haven’t told me anything?” she asked in disbelief that made House sat down and looked at her.
“I suspected but I’d rather go with the natural way of announcing a pregnancy. Just so I could feel what men do whenever their wives or girlfriends told them they’re bound to work hard so they could feed a two pound creature in less than six months.”
“Get back here,” she gestured him to lay his head back to where he placed it earlier.
“Don’t need to, because I amor to do it mais than I could think of,” he wiggled one eyebrow before bending over to kiss the area where he thought the baby might be in and finally resting back his head on topo, início of it as Cuddy stroke his hair again.

The house had gone quiet five hours later that it was only the sound of the footsteps coming down the hallway that could be heard. Cuddy had woken up to pee and before going back to bed, she decided to drop por the cozinha to get something to drink. She was having her first glass when the phone rang; concerned that it might wake Rachel up, she decided to pick it up but the moment she heard the voice of the person on the other end of the line, she almost cried. And House, was the one talking with that person using their extended phone in the bedroom! She heard every word they talked about and it was amazing that she could handle the pain until the two fellows ended their conversation.
She was trying to put together the broken emotional pieces she have as she took the empty hallway back to their bedroom. She wanted to stay calm, she doesn’t want herself to be yelling and waking the sleeping baby who’s room is just a mural away from them but the moment she saw House again, she wasn’t able to keep those rules she have set in her mind. “How dare you to keep a secret from me?” she cried out in a somehow loud voice. House’s face grew pale when he saw her standing por the doorway. He tried to speak out but the words ended up as stammers as he stood up to calm her down.
“It’s not what you think it is,” he tried to step closer but Cuddy just pushed him away, “it’s not about my relation with her. It’s about Casey. I was planning to tell you about our ---“
“Yah,” she replied while looking towards the porch doorway, “your getaway. You don’t have to tell me anything, I heard it all and seguinte time, you might want to remember we have a phone in the cozinha that’s connected with the one you used!” Tears began to fall from her eyes. Some parts of House’s system wanted to let this argument pass, the pregnancy might already be kicking in and her overacting might be caused por her rocketing hormones but the other half says he have to defend himself and explain that he’s not having an affair.
“It’s just one dia for heavensake,” he said while turning to face her when she started to walk away from him. Cuddy tried to have a sarcastic chuckle and said, “and that one dia will be two, then three until I ended up being an idiot for not knowing you’re seeing Stacy again!”
“Could you tone down your voice, Rachel’s sleeping just a mural ---“
“Don’t you dare put out Rachel’s name in here just so you could get away from what we have right now!” House sighed as he watched Cuddy shoved things out from the bed, his things actually. “I’m not getting away, I just wanted you to keep the tone down,” he said.
“Look, the reason why I didn’t tell you is because I know there won’t be a segundo time. The little girl just wanted to have a dia with me. What’s wrong with that?”
“So you figured there’s nothing wrong with that? You kept it from me and you think it’s okay?! You’d rather have a dia with a poser than have…” Cuddy’s words trailed off in his mind after he heard the word ‘poser’. He promised not to cadastrar-se her anger but the word is something he couldn’t take, especially if it’s his child that is being referred to.
“Hey!” he finally cracked out a loud voice but Cuddy showed no fear, “that’s my daughter you’re talking about!”
“So you think she’s really yours?!”
“Yes!” His voice sounded he’s certain and indeed he is, “if you have the right to nestle up a kid who’s not your own, why can’t I?” There had been a moment of silence but eyes holding bolts of fogo hadn’t left them, “Cassey is my daughter and I’m having a paternity test to confirm it and if you couldn’t ---“
He stopped when they heard Rachel started crying in her room. He turned to face the doorway as he ran the tip of his tongue on his lips. por the time he looked back at her, to finish his fatherhood speech, Cuddy was slowly landing on the edge of their cama with hands holding her belly. With raging emotions owning them, they forgot that Cuddy might be highly risk pregnant and with all the shockwave she and the baby’s getting, miscarriage is not far off. He suddenly felt all anger soothing out of his system and without question, he hurriedly stood to grab her por her arm and helped her sat down completely on the bed.
“You okay?” he said with now earnestly concerned tone.
“I’m cramping,” she admitted, “just get Rachel first, would you?” But House wasn’t going anywhere so she turned her head to look at him, “House.” He accepted defeat on this and walked to check and let the baby have some leite first and sleep back before going to their bedroom again.
“So, any spotting?” he asked as he come in when he saw Cuddy coming out of the bathroom.
“No and don’t worry, the cramps are going away,” she answered as she slowly walked to the bed. Again, he lend his hand to hold her as she sat down. “The fact that you got contractions made me worry,” he confessed as Cuddy looked at him.
“I’m fine and so the baby, okay?”
He swallowed, “I’m sorry. I really should have told you about ---“
“Sshh,” she placed a finger on his mouth, “let’s not talk about it. I over reacted. You’re right, you’re Cassey’s father and she also have the right to be with you.”
He couldn’t help but to pulled her for a hug and give her a kiss on the side of her head, “and you shouldn’t dare to scare me like that. I don’t want to lose you and our baby… Not even in my dreams.”