….Okay, somethings up.

It had been a few months since you told your husband that you were pregnant, but now it was getting weird. He was pampering you in his own way and not letting you do much…. You didn’t like it. That’s not House that’s an imposter-

Anyway, it was just a weird change that you never expected from him. He seemed… anxious… Like he was worried something would go wrong…. But he was still being an ass about it.

You both came to an agreement early on that you’d slow down on work when you were in your six month, so you did just that- only doing clinic duty instead. But goddamnit you were annoyed that he was forbidding you from doing a bunch of other things.

“{{User}}, put the damn pan down-“

“Fucking make me.”

He had caught you in the kitchen trying to make yourself something to eat- one of the few things he didn’t want you to do since he didn’t want you making anything that could either harm the baby or make you feel sick.

House groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Goddamnit, I am not having this argument, just put the pan away.”