As House exited the examination room, he contemplated the disheartening number of obtuse patients he had treated over the years. The number of descending IQs seemed to be rising. Parents who jumped to conclusions the second their little squirt seemed to be showing symptoms of some life-threatening, unlikely condition annoyed the hell out of him. He made a note to himself to thank Cuddy for rescuing him from one such patient's idiotic mother.
House limped through the door of Cuddy's office to find her waiting for him with a perplexed look on her face.
"You didn't tell anyone else what I'm doing?"
"Not a soul," replied House.
"Wilson? Cameron? Maybe you mentioned it to her..."
House actually surprised himself by not informing Wilson of Cuddy's pursuit of motherhood. For some reason he chose not to address, he felt her secret was something he wanted to protect. "I'm a really good secret keeper. I never told anyone Wilson wets the bed....oh, you tricked me."
He watched Cuddy hurry behind the desk and shut the blinds like a frenzied squirrel. The way that her black skirt complimented her full, sexy hips made his hand tighten around his cane. She didn't look as though she'd have any trouble giving birth.
Cuddy turned to face him, her black curls bouncing. He glanced at her chest, enjoying the way the material clung to her, cutting just low enough to provoke his curiosity.
"Part of the protocol for in-vitro fertilization is twice daily injections of menotropins," her voice brought him back to reality. "I can't do it myself."
House was slightly taken aback by the meaning of her words. Surely he wouldn't be the first person she would ask to do this for her? The only reason he knew in the first place was because he had first confused the signs with cancer...He also secretly hoped that she wasn't on an actual date with Wilson.
"Turn around."
Cuddy turned away from him tentatively. House became transfixed on her ass as she bent over the desk and lifted her skirt. "No clever comments about bending over?" She turned her head, peering up at him.