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House made his way toward Cuddy's front door after he heard a knock on the door. Cuddy was still asleep in bed and House did his best to hurry so the knocking wouldn't wake her. When he opened the door, House was surprised to find Andrew standing there.

Andrew frowned at seeing House. "What are you doing here?"

House gave an innocent shrug. "Just visiting."

"I didn't know sleep overs were allowed," Andrew said bitterly and shoved his way past House and into Cuddy's home.

"They're not," House replied, leaving the door open. "Andy buddy, she chose me. You're just hanging around like a creep. No sleep overs for you."

Andrew turned and faced House. "I'm hanging around until you get cold feet and chicken out."

House shook his head. "That's not gonna happen."

"Why?" Andrew asked. "Because you're such a great guy, Greg? You're a drug addict. You shouldn't even be around a child."

"Get out of here," House told him tiredly, not wanting Andrew to see his anger.

"Where's Lisa?" Andrew looked back toward the bedroom.

"She's asleep," House answered. "Now get out before I call the cops."

Andrew looked back to House. "You wouldn't call the cops. I'm a friend."

"No." House locked eyes with him. "You're not."

"And what the hell are you?" Andrew demanded, closing the gap between himself and House. "The father? Because you sure as well don't seem to care about Lisa. I've heard of all the shit you've pulled. You find sick pleasure in messing with people."

House clenched his free hand into a fist. "You should go."

"Yeah?" Andrew raised his eyebrows. "Or what? Going to hit me with your cane?"

"Yes." House swung his cane out and smacked Andrew in the legs with it.

Andrew's face flicked with pain before setting into anger. "I'm going to call the cops for assault."

"And they'll get you on trespassing." House swung his cane again, this time getting him from the other side.

"Stop it!" Andrew reached out and shoved House hard in the chest.

House lifted his cane and poked Andrew with it, square in his chest. Andrew took a swing at House with his fist. House attempted to duck out of the way, but he wasn't fast enough and Andrew clocked him alongside of his eye.

Stumbling back, House lost his balance and fell to the floor. As he went down, he whacked Andrew in the legs with his cane, taking him down too.

Cuddy shifted in bed, hearing the thuds from the hallway. She looked to her right to see House missing from bed. She hurriedly climbed out of bed, hearing two sets of grunts in the hall.

Freezing in the doorway, Cuddy stared at both men wrestling on the floor. House was trying to slug Andrew in the face while Andrew was doing his best to, what Cuddy could only assume was, strangle House.

"What the hell is going on?" Cuddy demanded, now moving into the hallway. She stopped a few feet from them. "Andrew, get off of him. House, stop it."

Andrew and House ignored her. House pried Andrew's hands away from his throat and Andrew moved on to elbowing him in the side. Cuddy stepped closer to them.

"Stop!" Cuddy shouted. "Now! Both of you."

Cuddy kicked at Andrew and then at House, getting them to move apart. Andrew stood to his feet, his hand to his bloodied split lip. House scooted back and picked up his cane. He glared at Andrew.

"That's enough," Cuddy told them. "If you two are going to be like this, you'll have to leave. Take it somewhere else because you're not killing each other here."

Andrew looked to Cuddy. "But, Lisa-"

"No," she cut him off.

"Cuddy," House tried to get a word in.

"Both of you get out," Cuddy said. "Now. You're being ridiculous and I won't have-"

Cuddy stopped when she felt the gush of liquid soak her underwear. Andrew and House stared at her, unaware of what had happened, and waited for her to go on.

"Cuddy?" House urged her on.

Cuddy looked to him, a frown on her face. "House, I-"

She stopped herself as she placed a hand to her pajama bottoms, aware that the liquid had seeped through the cloth. House and Andrew followed her hand, the realization dawning on them at the same time.

"Is that..." Andrew took a step closer to her. "Did you just... we have to get you to the hospital."

House stood to his feet. "I have to get you to the hospital."

Cuddy's eyes were still on House. "It's early."

House limped toward her, ignoring the throbbing around his eye. "It's all right."

"I should go with you," Andrew offered.

"No, you should just go," House spat to him. "The baby's coming, I'm not backing out, so give up. It's over."

Andrew looked to Cuddy. "Lisa-"

"The baby's- ow!" Cuddy bent over as the contraction hit her hard.

House placed his hand on her shoulder. "Come on."

Cuddy shook her head and straightened. "It's too early."

Andrew pulled his cell phone from his pocket. "I'll call an ambulance."

House locked his eyes with Andrew. "No, I'm taking her."

Placing his hand around Cuddy's arm, House helped her to the front door and put her jacket on. House swiped her car keys and led her from the house, Andrew following out after. House stopped and closed the door behind them.

Andrew moved toward Cuddy. "Lisa, I..."

"Andrew," she stopped him short. "We knew this was-" Cuddy held back a whimper of pain. "This wasn't going to... I'm sorry."

Andrew shook his head. "Me too, Lisa. Don't expect me to come by when he leaves you."

"Don't expect to get that call because I'm not leaving," House jumped into the conversation after he locked the front door.

With that, House took Cuddy by the arm again and began to lead her to the car. Andrew watched them a moment, let out a sigh, and headed for his own car.

"Ow!" Cuddy cried out, giving House's hand a squeeze.

"It's all right." House reached his free hand down and stroked hair away from her face. "You're doing just fine."

Cuddy looked down toward the end of the hospital bed where Doctor Harber sat, ready to deliver the baby that was crowning.

Dr. Harber raised her head to look at Cuddy. "You're going to have to push now, Lisa, okay?"

"Yeah." Cuddy gave a nod and drew in a deep breath.

"Okay." Dr. Harber paused a moment. "And push."

Cuddy bore down and squeezed House's hand even tighter. She let out a cry as tears fell from her eyes.

"The head is coming," Dr. Harber told her. "Another big push."

Cuddy gave another push, House's hand on her shoulder. House peeked down at the end of the bed to see the baby's head out. He looked back at Cuddy, who was trying to keep her breathing regulated.

"The baby's head is out," House said. "You're doing great, Cuddy."

"All right, Lisa, we're going to hold off on the pushing so we can clean his mouth and nose, okay?" Dr. Harber asked.

"Okay," Cuddy replied and House brushed hair from her face again.

Cuddy leaned against the pillows behind her and closed her eyes. She drew in a few deep breathes to stave off the pain. Dr. Harber looked back toward Cuddy's face.

"Now, I want you to give one more big push and we've got it," Dr. Harber instructed.

Cuddy nodded and brought herself back up slightly as she gave another squeeze to House's hand. She let out a mix of a scream and groan as she pushed. She let her head fall back against the pillows again as she felt a great relief of pressure.

Dr. Harber made sure the airways were completely clear before handing the now crying baby up to Cuddy. She took her son into her arms and held him close to herself.

House stared at his son, who quieted once he was against Cuddy. Gently, House reached his gloved hand down and touched his son's head. Cuddy looked up at House and gave him a smile. She felt relieved and happy, thankful for the little boy in her arms.

Dr. Harber watched the couple a moment before directing her attention back down to the end of the bed. She noted the rate of Cuddy's blood flow, which wasn't anything to worry about at the moment, but she figured the placenta needed to be delivered right away.

"Lisa, we're going to get your son cleaned off while we deliver the placenta," Dr. Harber told her and took a seat again. Dr. Harber looked to House as she clamped the umbilical cord. "Dr. House. Want to cut the cord?"

House gave Cuddy's hand a squeeze and moved down toward the end of the bed. He took the sterilized scissors from Dr. Harber and cut between the two clamps. House returned the scissors to Dr. Harber, who gave him a smile, and then he moved back up towards Cuddy.

A nurse took the baby from Cuddy and around the bed where they would clean him and prepare him for his hospital stay. House slipped his hand back into Cuddy's, feeling a sense of what he could only describe as pride from the events of this past hour.

"Have a name for him?" Dr. Harber asked as she soaked up Cuddy's blood with gauze pads.

"Jacob," Cuddy told her.

"That's a great name." Dr. Harber smiled at Cuddy, but then frowned as she looked down again. "There's a lot of blood here, Lisa, so I'm going to give you something to help your uterus contract more quickly. All right?"

Cuddy looked to House, who gave a nod. Cuddy tightened her grip on House's hand and nodded toward Dr. Harber.

"All right," she agreed.

Dr. Harber stood back up and picked up a syringe from a tray set aside. Cuddy brought her eyes over to House. He gave her a gentle smile and lifted a towel from the stand next to the bed.

"Here." House wiped Cuddy's face with a towel as Dr. Harber injected the medication into her IV. "You're almost done."

"How is he?" Cuddy looked toward where her son had started crying again. "Is he okay?"

House turned and watched as a nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket. House looked back to Cuddy. "He's great."

Dr. Harber moved back toward the end of the bed. She sat down once more and frowned.

"Can I get more gauze over her?" Dr. Harber asked out to any nurse. She directed her gaze to Cuddy. "Lisa, there still seems to be a bit of blood. Are you feeling any cramps, any tightening, pain? Lisa?"

Cuddy began to feel tired during Dr. Harber's questions and then the room suddenly blurred. House felt Cuddy's grip loosen on his hand as her eyes fluttered closed.

"Her blood pressure's dropping," one of the nurse's said.

"She's losing too much blood." Dr. Harber shook her head. "Put her on oxygen. We need blood and... to inject her..."

The voices seemed distant and continued to fade in and out before they became muffled. Cuddy was still aware of the clanking, rolling, and scraping sounds of movement around her for a few more moments before she completely lost herself in darkness.

Cuddy opened her eyes and looked around the bright hospital room. Her eyes fell on House, who was sitting in the chair next to her bed.

"Hey," he greeted her.

"Hi," Cuddy returned and tried to sit up.

House immediately stood to his feet and eased her back down. "Careful. You need your rest."

"What happened?" Cuddy asked, recalling the blur of giving birth to her baby.

"You started hemorrhaging," House answered. "But, Dr. Harber worked quickly and everything is fine."

"Where's my son?" Cuddy demanded, a desperation in her voice.

"He's in the nursery," House answered. "He's healthy and doing well."

There was a gentle knock on the hospital door before it opened. A nurse entered, carrying a newborn wrapped in a blanket.

"Perfect timing," House told her.

"I was hoping you were awake," the nurse said to Cuddy. "He's been looking for his mommy."

Cuddy smiled and the nurse placed the baby into Cuddy's arms before heading back out. House leaned down and gently ran a finger over the soft, dark hair on the baby's head. Cuddy felt tears pricking her eyes, glad that her son was well, glad that she was well, and especially glad that House was still by her side.

"It's our baby." Cuddy ran her thumb lightly over her son's soft cheek. "He's so beautiful."

"He is." House agreed, unaware of the smile on his own face.

Cuddy looked up at House. "Are you ready?"

House brought his eyes back down to the child and gave a very slight nod. "Yeah. I am."