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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 22, 2009 15:29:41 GMT -7
House tried not to worry when Cuddy looked worried and fussy, delaying in answering his question. When she brought back the condiments for this particular meal, he quickly made use of the syrup and powdered sugar to sweeten his breakfast.
He watched Cuddy slice up her toast as she stuttered, haltingly began explaining her position. He nearly choked on his coffee, but managed to swallow it down calmly, keeping his eyes on hers. It startled him, because he had forgotten her question.
"Yes." He said. Setting down his coffee, he maintained his look into her eyes. He nodded, once. Moving into each other's places would eventually lead to one or the other moving into most likely Cuddy's house, since the place was larger than House's apartment, but House was sure that he would be able to handle that. Eventually. He very carefully did not think about the future so much than the now. The now was... this. The feel of Cuddy's hand under his. Sitting together like this.
He'd freak out later, he was sure. But that was later.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 22, 2009 16:19:52 GMT -7
Cuddy allowed herself to look confused. What was he saying yes to? Yes, he'd considered it? Yes, he wanted to do it? Yes, he needed more time to think about it? Again, she was at a loss for how to word her thoughts. She didn't want to seem like she was pushing the decision on him.
"So..." she started, trying to keep her voice even. "You agree that it's a good idea?" Nice neutral question. Taking a drink of her coffee, she wondered if it had been wrong to bring it up again this early into their relationship. Regardless of how much sense it made.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 23, 2009 19:21:03 GMT -7
House felt the world flutter and tilt underneath his feet, even though he was sitting down. He licked his lips, suddenly, unaccountably nervous. Jerkily nodding his head, "yes, I agree that it's a good idea," he managed to say. His fingers twitched against the table, gripping his fork tightly. Suddenly nervous now when he had been so certain and sure earlier. He thought back to that feeling, trying to understand the reason why.
One look at Cuddy's face brought him back. She was why. He had tried to deny it for so long, but he realized that he couldn't fight it. He wasn't comfortable with saying the words, but he knew that he felt it anyway.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 23, 2009 22:30:40 GMT -7
Cuddy nodded. She started playing with her breakfast again, wondering where to go from there. She'd noticed the twitch, barely. "But you don't want to right now...?" she guessed, voice low. Try as she would, though, she couldn't keep the slight sadness she felt at the thought from seeping into her voice.
Even if they did do it, it would be a gradual shift. Maybe starting with a few books, a drawer of clothing. Eventually, she'd have a spot cleared somewhere for his piano. But that was a long ways off. Figuring that she would get nowhere thinking about it, she distracted herself by eating. Yeah. She was regretting bringing it up...if only a little.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 23, 2009 22:40:32 GMT -7
"I think it's wise to take it slow," House finally muttered. He ate something on his plate, not entirely sure what it was, his mind absorbed by other things. He chewed and swallowed. He looked up, catching Cuddy's eyes. "We don't want to wake up one morning and think that we moved too fast. I want to make sure there's no... regrets."
His blue eyes looked back down at the plate again, finally realizing that the meal he was consuming was delicious. "This is good, Lisa. Really good. You're definitely going to spoil the kid. Definitely spoiled me."
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 23, 2009 23:15:46 GMT -7
She could see his point. Really, she could. Even agreed with it..to an extent. She wouldn't say it out loud, but she thought that they were past the 'take it slow' part of their relationship. But she wouldn't complain, either. "I...suppose that makes sense," she said after a moment of thought.
She had to laugh a little, though, at his observation. "Thanks." She'd had a lot of practice..cooking for herself. She hoped that would change soon, but she wouldn't rush it. House was right, after all. "Yeah...I guess so. Our kid is gonna be lucky, huh?" she sighed, smiling softly.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 23, 2009 23:37:42 GMT -7
House nodded, "yeah. You're gonna make a great mother, way you cook. Any kid would be lucky to have you." He finished eating his meal. He opened his orange vicodin pill bottle and shook a pill out. He grimaced. Four left.
He swallowed it dry, then chased it down with a sip of his coffee. He stretched and rubbed his scratchy face. His feet were getting cold. It was the end of January in Jersey. "Think I'm going to get dressed before I catch a chill. I'm an absolute zombie when I have a cold."
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 23, 2009 23:56:52 GMT -7
She dropped her eyes back to her plate, her smile widening slightly. "Yeah...and I'm sure you'll be a wonderful father..." she trailed off, finishing up with her plate. Setting it aside for the moment, she continued, correcting herself. "No..I know you'll be a good dad." If asked to explain why, she wasn't sure she could come up with a reason. It was just...something she felt was true. Glancing back up, she saw his look.
"I'll write up your prescription when I get back to my office," she offered, standing up and gathering the dishes. Standing right next to him, she nodded, leaning up for a quick kiss. "All right. I'll...probably have to do that to. Before I do the dishes." As she made her way into the kitchen to set the dishes in the sink, she reflected that this whole morning had just felt so right to her. Like it was supposed to be this way.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 24, 2009 19:27:14 GMT -7
"Aw, Cuddy, that is so sweet," House drawled, secretly touched that she thought he would make a good daddy. "It's all the kids fault, of course. I've had practice raising the little ducklings." He finished his coffee before it could get cold, and stood when Cuddy did.
He nodded his thanks that Cuddy was going to write up his prescription for him. It sure beat heckling Juan at the pharmacist corner. Man, that guy could be a brick wall, but House could get around him a time or three. Gimp leg? What gimp leg? He was House, nothing could get in his way or stop him. Nothing!
Grabbing his cane and his orange pill bottle with it's meagre supply of his painkiller of choice, he made his way back to the bedroom, picking up various clothing items that he had discarded the night before. He briefly thought of taking a shower, but figured he could take a bath later that night, or the next day. He wasn't in a hurry to promote his own hygiene. He looked up to watch Cuddy getting dressed. He tried not to leer, feeling quite spent.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 24, 2009 20:36:05 GMT -7
That thought stayed with her as she made her way back to her bedroom. Picking up her previously discarded lingerie, she tossed them into the basket with the rest of the clothes that had to be washed. Rifling through her dresser, she settled on a simple white ensemble. Shrugging the black robe off for the second time that morning, she slipped into the underwear, looking over when she felt House's eyes on her.
Smiling, she turned away and opened another drawer. Pulling a pair of worn jeans and a loose blue shirt out, she closed the drawer. "Any plans for today?" she asked casually, pulling the shirt on. "We could do something...if you want..." Sliding on the jeans and fastening them, she looked back at House.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 24, 2009 20:45:14 GMT -7
House shrugged into his t-shirt, before looking back at Cuddy. "I'm not too sure. I should head home. It's been over twenty four hours since I've been to my apartment. Like to make sure it hasn't burnt down yet." He grabbed his button down shirt and set it to rights. Slipping his left arm into the sleeve, he drew it across his shoulders to slide his other arm in.
"Have you heard from the hospital, yet, today?" He flipped the collar down so it wouldn't brush against his face. He didn't bother buttoning up the shirt. Grabbing his cane, he used it to hook the jeans and lift it toward him. He was a master at creative ways to use his cane in everyday life aside from the usual method. He pulled his jeans up, taking care to make sure his boxers had him safely tucked in. Wouldn't do to damage his kit. He buttoned his jeans, and pulled the zip up. Decently covered, if not decently dressed, House stood up from the bed, picking up his vicodin bottle that was never far from him. He looked at Cuddy again. His gaze was never far from her.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 24, 2009 22:52:26 GMT -7
Nodding, Cuddy supposed that was a good idea. Although, she had to ask. "Why would your apartment burn down within twenty four hours?" She thought it was a perfectly legitimate question. Going into the bathroom, she picked up a hairbrush from her counter and ran it through her hair a few times.
"You know I haven't." she answered, walking back into the bedroom, still holding the brush. "Why?" Any number of reasons for the hospital to call her at home listed themselves in her mind, and she couldn't decide which of them House could be referring to, if any. "You don't have a case right now, and we took care of everything yesterday before we left...." she trailed off, remembering now what had happened the previous day at work.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 24, 2009 23:11:06 GMT -7
House smirked, "there's no specific reason why my apartment would burn down within twenty four hours. It's a basic insurance clause, however, though it's specifically for houses not apartments. As a legal requirement, it's not a very enforceable one, but at least once in a twenty four hour period, someone has to step inside, take a look around just to make sure nothing is burning down." House sighed, "I am a veritable font of useless knowledge."
House listened to her rambling reply about his question about the hospital. He looked up when she trailed off to see that she had briefly forgotten that one of her doctors, and friend, had been in a terrible accident and could have died. Her remembrance was sorrowing to watch. He swiftly made it to her and hugged her. "No news is good news," he reassured her. "Angel will be okay eventually."
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 24, 2009 23:52:08 GMT -7
Wrapping her arms around his waist, Cuddy returned House's embrace. "I just can't believe I forgot all about her..." she whispered, burying her face into his chest, feeling the beginnings of tears behind her eyes. She knew that was the point of House bringing her home the night before; to forget the stress of the day. But that had been yesterday. This was today. "Angel's lost someone close to her, and we were having a family moment." She couldn't bring herself to add that she thought she was a terrible friend for forgetting something like that. She wouldn't cry, either. She knew House was right. Angel had Wilson looking after her, after all.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 25, 2009 11:18:06 GMT -7
House shushed Cuddy gently, "it's okay. That was the point. I took you home and we took care of each other. We have to stop thinking about things that we can't change, or else we go crazy, we burn out. Life goes on," he murmured, "our lives don't stop because someone else's life did. We can't stop."
"I know someone would be glad to have these family moments," House's hand traveled down to Cuddy's womb, "hopefully, we can work ourselves up to having more of those for the sake of our kid. I really, really hope we don't screw this up like my parents did with me," he added with a smirk.
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