Crappy father

02

On her way back, she turned down two meetings and sent a sick nurse home, and coming into her office she practically collapsed on the couch. She was way too tired.

She got up to make herself a cup of coffee and just as she was about to pour it in her cup she remembered - damn it. From now on she could only drink decaf. So she gave up on a coffee and sat back down on the couch rubbing her forehead.

She's been so busy she didn't have a moment to worry about her current situation.

Pregnant. She still couldn't believe it. Pregnant with House's kid? Not in a million years did it occur to her as a possibility. Now it was her reality.

If she wanted to, she could really just go and terminate without telling anyone anything. Easy course of action, she thought.

But then she remembered Rachel. And her struggle to get pregnant, dozens of donors, paperwork, two failed attempts and now, the one time her body accepted to carry a child, she should throw it away? She shook her head.

- I can't do it. I can't get rid of it... - she placed her hand on her still flat abdomen and gave out a light smile.
All she ever wanted was that. To have a little life inside of her that she would carry out and care for.

The other factor, though, was House.
Truth be told, he was so far a fine co-parent to Rachel but mostly when he needed to teach her to tell apart squares and triangles. Taking care of her? She never really managed to trust him with that. Hell, Rachel spent half a day with him and managed to swallow a dime. What would happen if they were left together for a longer period of time?

The scenarios in her head varied from Rachel getting a stomach bug to her falling out the window when House isn't looking.

She sighed.

House wasn't made to be a father.

But now she really wanted him to be.

Either way she had to make time to tell him. She didn't know how or when or even worse how he'd react but she definitely knew he had to know.

Tracing her steps back she was thinking if there will be any good moment to tell House something like that. And as she remembered how he spoke of his patient just a while ago, she flinched a little.

"little prick", "bastard".

She's definitely heard him use those phrases at least a dozen times before, including "idiotic", "moronic" and any other adjective that he could link to a patient.

But right now, she felt quite a sting when she heard him say it about a child.

It truly made her wonder if House would ever be able to be anything but rude to a child.

Thinking about all those stressful factors of her situation, she leaned back into the couch and didn't even notice when in one moment she fell asleep.

Until another knock on the door woke her up.

Cuddy jumped up a little, quite surprised, since she's never ever, no matter how tired, fallen asleep at work before.

She got up fixing her hair a bit, so it doesn't look as it she was sleeping. The last thing she needed was people to be curious.

She inhaled sharply before opening the door.

- Come in - she said as Chase and Forman entered her office.

She wasn't really sure how much time passed since she'd fallen asleep but it was getting dark outside her office so she figured out it was later evening.

- What can I do for you now? - she asked sitting down at her desk.

- Well, as much as I hate to admit it, House was right. A patient does need his leg cut off, unfortunately.

- Are you completely sure?

- The cancer is there, alright.

- And spreading fast - added Chase.

- You checked for sure? And House didn't talk you into this?

She needed to be a little sceptical, but deep down she knew 99.9% of the time when House discovers something it is later definitely proven to be true.

- Checked and double checked. He needs that surgery as soon as possible.

- Well alright, thank you for informing me, you may do the necessary procedure now.

Chase and Forman gave each other a look.

- That's actually a bit of a problem.

- House apparently already told the patient what needs to be done but, you know House. He was so gentle  about it, that the parents won't let us near the kid anymore.

- Seriously? Well, do they know their kid's life depends on it?

- I don't think they believe anything we say anymore.

Cuddy sighed.

- And if you're wondering where House is-

- I don't care where he is, Chase. I'll go and handle this.