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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 25, 2009 21:58:41 GMT -7
Cuddy nodded against House's chest. "I know, Greg. I just..." she stopped, not knowing how to put words to what she felt. There were no words. Just the feelings. Anger, sadness, pain...they didn't even begin to describe what she felt. She was about to step back, stopping as she felt House rest his hand on her lower abdomen.
Unable to hold it back, she smiled at him. "It's still kind of hard to believe. We're going to be a family." Sure, she realized they'd only just found out about it yesterday, but Cuddy was happy that House seemed to be truly into the whole thing. "I'm sure we'll do fine," she answered. "Besides, we have nine months to figure out what to do. You said it yourself."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 25, 2009 22:11:59 GMT -7
"It's not that much of a stretch," House replied. "I mean, sure, instead of you and Wilson being my parents... yeah, let's not touch that metaphor." He wrinkled his nose, feeling like he was treading on some ridiculously thin ice. That was a really bad metaphor. Jocasta and Oedipus complexes were only funny when it was happening to someone else.
"I do come up with brilliant things sometimes," he nodded. "I am a genius after all. Though there is that thin line between genius and madness. I guess no one can really know," he widened his eyes and waggled his eyebrows, smirking at Cuddy.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 26, 2009 14:45:24 GMT -7
Smiling, she leaned back in to hug him again. Cuddy loved being in his arms, and she didn't want him to leave. But she knew she'd have to let him. "Yes, dear. You're a genius." Stroking his ego: one of the many ways she showed she cared. "And I wouldn't trade you for the world." She sighed.
"I suppose I should let you go make sure your apartment hasn't burned down." Taking half a step back, she looked up at him. She didn't know why she found it so hard to let him go across town; she'd see him at work, and they had their date coming up. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?" she checked. She was fully intending to go into work tomorrow, and even though she'd pretty much given him the weekend off, he'd have to go in to get his prescription. Which she was going to write out first thing when she got back to her office.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 26, 2009 22:05:44 GMT -7
House smiled and nodded, accepting the accolade as though it was payment due. "Well, that and because of the no-trade clause in my contract. You're stuck with me, forever, my dear."
House pressed a quick kiss to Cuddy's lips, "yeah," he said, headed for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow." He grabbed his jacket putting it on. He pulled out his cellphone from a pocket and dialed a cab company, arranging for a cab to pick him up. He had driven Cuddy home the night before, in her car. His motorcycle was still back at PPTH, but it would be fine until tomorrow.
A cab would arrive within ten minutes, and he smiled at Cuddy. "Thanks for the breakfast."
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