It was the morning after, the night before. Cuddy was sitting at her desk, feasting on a plate of scrambled eggs. Whilst in the middle of stuffing her face, House interrupted her, walking straight into her office.
“Can’t toi knock for once?” Bits of scrambled egg spitting out her mouth, which House found disturbing and was his own fault for being so intrusive.
“Eating for…oh wait, that joke doesn’t work anymore.” Cuddy looked pissed off as House made himself comfortable in the comfy chair par the door.
“If toi came here because of your child, toi can stay, if not then let me get back to my breakfast.” Cuddy played with the rest of the scrambled egg on her plate.
“I can see you’ve got you’re appetite back, after suppressing it for twenty years…” House put his feet up on the glass coffee table, and relaxed into the lounge chair.
“Getting any unusual cravings yet?” House showed a genuine interest, which surprised Cuddy; so much so she put her fork down.
“Food in general. I’m having to squeeze into my clothes plus than usual.” Cuddy looked uncomfortable, but House didn’t seem to mind.
“I can assure you, I’m not complaining one bit…” House smirked with a glint in his eye, as Cuddy responded with a look of contempt.
“Since I’m carrying your child, would it be too much to ask toi to monitor your own decisions?” A lack of response from House made Cuddy stand up and make walk towards House, standing in front of him with her arms folded.
“Foreman’s in charge?” Taking the words out of Cuddy’s mouth, House nodded as Cuddy gave a look of annoyance.
“Yes.” Cuddy sat down on the sofa par House. “Six months right?” House asked with a feeling of worry. “Six whole months…” Cuddy replied with an aggravated tone.
House nodded before he left, making his way to Wilson’s office.
*
Wilson was écriture prescriptions, when House barged in and sat down on the sofa.
“How are things?” Wilson asked, without lifting his head up from his prescription pad.
“I think I’ve impregnated the devil.” Wilson shut his eyes and sighed, as he knew House was going to be on one of his tangents again.
“Or the devil got her pregnant…either way you’re both screwed.” House took this into consideration and the cogs in his mind began to turn.
“It’s Cuddy on a bad jour times a thousand, she’s either going to explode ou implode.”
Wilson smiled at the idea of House being scared of a pregnant woman. “She’s carrying your baby, you’ve got to let the little things go. Play nice.”
House took this into consideration, and took a Vicodin, something that Wilson did look up to watch.
“How’s the new drug plan going?” House glared at Wilson, his pen not écriture anymore.
“It’s the same as it was when I started it…” House seemed to be annoyed par Wilson’s meddling.
“Right. At least you’ve got something to live for.” Wilson went back to writing.
“Or someone.” House stood up and left, leaving Wilson watching him leave.
House walked towards his office, ignoring his team, Foreman taking the reigns was no concern to House anymore. With so much going on, his mind was focused elsewhere. Could he keep hiding the truth from himself, and the people who care about him? If Cuddy knew about House’s slip, would that make the decision for her? Giving up her child, because the father is uncontrollable and a drug addict, seems like a justified and rational reason. Which is why it hurt House so much plus every time he took that extra pill…
“Can’t toi knock for once?” Bits of scrambled egg spitting out her mouth, which House found disturbing and was his own fault for being so intrusive.
“Eating for…oh wait, that joke doesn’t work anymore.” Cuddy looked pissed off as House made himself comfortable in the comfy chair par the door.
“If toi came here because of your child, toi can stay, if not then let me get back to my breakfast.” Cuddy played with the rest of the scrambled egg on her plate.
“I can see you’ve got you’re appetite back, after suppressing it for twenty years…” House put his feet up on the glass coffee table, and relaxed into the lounge chair.
“Getting any unusual cravings yet?” House showed a genuine interest, which surprised Cuddy; so much so she put her fork down.
“Food in general. I’m having to squeeze into my clothes plus than usual.” Cuddy looked uncomfortable, but House didn’t seem to mind.
“I can assure you, I’m not complaining one bit…” House smirked with a glint in his eye, as Cuddy responded with a look of contempt.
“Since I’m carrying your child, would it be too much to ask toi to monitor your own decisions?” A lack of response from House made Cuddy stand up and make walk towards House, standing in front of him with her arms folded.
“Foreman’s in charge?” Taking the words out of Cuddy’s mouth, House nodded as Cuddy gave a look of annoyance.
“Yes.” Cuddy sat down on the sofa par House. “Six months right?” House asked with a feeling of worry. “Six whole months…” Cuddy replied with an aggravated tone.
House nodded before he left, making his way to Wilson’s office.
*
Wilson was écriture prescriptions, when House barged in and sat down on the sofa.
“How are things?” Wilson asked, without lifting his head up from his prescription pad.
“I think I’ve impregnated the devil.” Wilson shut his eyes and sighed, as he knew House was going to be on one of his tangents again.
“Or the devil got her pregnant…either way you’re both screwed.” House took this into consideration and the cogs in his mind began to turn.
“It’s Cuddy on a bad jour times a thousand, she’s either going to explode ou implode.”
Wilson smiled at the idea of House being scared of a pregnant woman. “She’s carrying your baby, you’ve got to let the little things go. Play nice.”
House took this into consideration, and took a Vicodin, something that Wilson did look up to watch.
“How’s the new drug plan going?” House glared at Wilson, his pen not écriture anymore.
“It’s the same as it was when I started it…” House seemed to be annoyed par Wilson’s meddling.
“Right. At least you’ve got something to live for.” Wilson went back to writing.
“Or someone.” House stood up and left, leaving Wilson watching him leave.
House walked towards his office, ignoring his team, Foreman taking the reigns was no concern to House anymore. With so much going on, his mind was focused elsewhere. Could he keep hiding the truth from himself, and the people who care about him? If Cuddy knew about House’s slip, would that make the decision for her? Giving up her child, because the father is uncontrollable and a drug addict, seems like a justified and rational reason. Which is why it hurt House so much plus every time he took that extra pill…
I'll tell toi a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!
I couldn't sleep and I had a gush of inspiration hit me and so I decided to make a Huddy poem :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly amoureux her.
Aren't they amoureux at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to l’amour she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
amoureux from afar.
Tell me what toi think :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly amoureux her.
Aren't they amoureux at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to l’amour she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
amoureux from afar.
Tell me what toi think :)
