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MDR so, Lona mostly edited this cuz i am super distracted and if there is a little OOC we are sorry :D Now don't forget...
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As they continued onward towards her house, she looked over at her boyfriend who continued to pout. Cuddy giggled and shook her head at his childlike behavior. Honestly, at times, he is just a huge child. But he was her big baby and she wouldn't have it any other way. Well, that is if she doesn't end up murdering him one day.
She had been in her own thoughts for a few minutes and when she stopped at a red light, she looked over to the passenger siège to find her boyfriend completely knocked out. His arms were uncrossed and were resting on his lap, his head leaned on the window, and a cute pout on his face. His eyes seemed so peaceful and his hair messed up in a cute lit head way. She smiled and reached over and intertwined her hand with his and once again turned her focus to the road.
A few minutes later, she pulled up in her driveway and killed the engine. She looked over at House and rubbed her thumb over the back of his amazingly talented and gentle hand. She hated to wake him up, but he needed to get in and sleep beside her. No matter how selfish it seemed, she needed to have his warmth in her bed.
She reached over with her other hand and ran her fingers through his short hair, slightly scratching his scalp with her nails. She leaned over and kissed him.
"House," she called for him quietly, "come on, we're accueil and toi need to take a shower," she a dit gently when she pulled away.
House turned away from her and, in a raspy voice grunted, "No."
Cuddy shook her head and gently tried to pull him up, "Come on House, we need to get in and its getting colder and colder."
House rubbed his face with his hand and looked at her with slightly bloodshot eyes and nodded.
Cuddy unbuckled her siège ceinture and exited the car, waited for House, and they both carefully made their way into the house. Cuddy tucked her arm under House's and rested her head gently on his shoulder. She snuggled her cheek on him and caught a glimpse of a small smile that leaked through his solid face.
Once they were in, Cuddy relieved marina while House went straight to the bathroom to shower. Cuddy smiled when Rachel clapped her hands on Cuddy's cheeks and greeted her with a "Hi Mama." Ever since she started spending time with House she's been learning a lot plus words and how to use them. Not all of it she approved of but Rachel was also starting to run around a lot plus and it was hard to keep track of her half the time.
She jumped when she felt water drip on her neck and looked up to see a tower clad House standing above her. She shook her head and smiled at him. She stood up with Rachel and they both kissed House on the side of his lips. Cuddy pulled them back when she felt that he was hot.
"You feel hot," she a dit worriedly, "Are toi okay?"
"I just took a hot shower, Cuddy," House said, rolling his eyes at her maternal instincts to care for him, though secretly he cared for her as much as she for him.
"Okay," Cuddy a dit unconvinced, "Here, take Rachel and watch her while I go shower. Don't let her eat any money!"
"Damn. I was going to use her as a piggy bank," House a dit sarcastically while rolling his eyes. One time toi let a child eat a coin and she never lets it go.
House turned towards Rachel when he heard the bathtub water turning on. He was holding her at arms length and they analyzed each other. Suddenly, Rachel swung her arm out and punched Houses nose with all she had.
"Son of a -" House a dit in shock and pain when her small fist connected with his nose. Rachel responded with a laugh at continued to pat his cheeks roughly.
"Finish that and something toi l’amour will disappear," Cuddy a dit menacingly from her spot at the bathroom door. She had on a tank haut, retour au début and mid-thigh shorts and was fixing her wet hair.
Cuddy walked over to where House and Rachel was a took Rachel from House quickly seeing that House was lowering her quickly. She held Rachel closely in her arms and looked over at House when she heard him take in a fast intake of breath.
"What happened?" Cuddy asked confused.
"Mowgli here wanted to practice boxing and thought it would be useful to use my nose," House said, somewhat nasally, since he was cradling his nose.
Cuddy saw House's eyes somewhat watery and incredulously asked, "She hit toi hard enough to make toi cry?"
"Thanks for the care and support," House said, his words laced with sarcasm. He shook it off and limped to the bedroom to toss on some pajama pants and a grey t-shirt he always wears to bed. He limped back to the cuisine and saw Cuddy in the same place he left her but now she was cooing at Rachel with an adoring smile on her face.
"Where's my nourriture woman?" House said, making Cuddy jump slightly and ruining the mood.
She turned and sent him a sneer which he responded par sticking his tongue out petulantly. She rolled her eyes and walked into the cuisine and placed Rachel into her high chair at the table. House slowly came up behind Cuddy with a huge couteau raised above his head and waited for Cuddy to turn around.
"Ma!" Rachel said, giggling at the strange mans actions.
Cuddy turned around and screamed when she saw House with a dark look on his face and a butcher couteau pointed towards her. "Shit House!"
"How-sh!" Rachel repeated after her mom smacked the odd man as he laughed at her.
Cuddy and House both turned to Rachel who continued to laugh at their facial expressions. Cuddy was shocked and loving, while Houses was utterly amused.
"Shh-it!" Rachel repeated, making Cuddy nearly faint as her facial expression morphed from shocked and loving, to horrified. House simply laughed even harder.
"House! That is NOT funny!" Cuddy scolded House as she tried to find a way to get that profane word out of her daughters sponge-like mind.
"How-sh funnnneee!" Rachel squealed, finding it hilarious because the odd man was still laughing.
"Cuddy, I l’amour your kid," House said, clutching his stomach as it ached from him laughing too hard.
Cuddy looked at House in shock with wide eyes and an open mouth that soon turned into a smile. He looked at her with a cocked brow and she grinned, "You just a dit toi l’amour her."
House cleared his throat and looked down shyly. "Yeah, well, she's alright."
Cuddy couldn't hide the grin that was plastered on her face. She knew they were getting close but House has never let it slipped that he liked her, let alone loved her. She just nodded, letting him have his way and turned so he wouldn't see her unconvinced expression.
They all sat and had a nice and relatively quiet dîner all together. Rachel making a mess of her spaghetti o's and House and Cuddy eating the lasagna that House had made for them. Other than Cuddy's scolding, House's jibes, and Rachels giggling, the dîner was peaceful and quiet.
Cuddy took Rachel to bathe and prepare for lit as House climb into her lit and turned on TV to watch "The L Word". par the time Cuddy had finished tucking Rachel in and turning off the house lights, House was conked out on her bed.
She walked into the bedroom to see House sprawled all over her bed. Half of the blanket was on the floor and hanging off the bed, while the other half was Raiponce to his legs. He had one arm stretched over the pillows and the other hanging off the bed. She giggled at the sound of his snoring and took a picture of him.
She walked over to where his head was and lowered her mouth to his ear and whispered, "I'm naked."
Immediately, House bolted up and squealed when he realized his legs were stuck and he fell off the lit in his haste to get to the "naked" Cuddy.
Cuddy exploded in a fit of laughter and fell on the lit at his semi-awaken stare coming up at her from the floor of her bedroom. He shook his head once he realized what had happened and stood up.
"You meanie," House a dit with a pout as he sat suivant to her on the bed.
"Oh toi l’amour it," she responded back at him teasingly.
"Not anymore. I don't know if I can forgive toi for that," he a dit in an overly dramatic voice as he turned away from her.
Cuddy just rolled her eyes and crawled to her side of the lit and fixed her pillows. She laid herself down and rolled to her side to look at House. Only to find him already passed out once again. Boy that man can sleep.
She smiled fondly and ran her hair across his face. His facial hair tickled her palm as she brushed her thumb against his lips as she took in his peaceful but tired face. She yawned, realizing her own exhaustion, and fell asleep after pecking him on the lips.
~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~
There was a jitter in the lit and Cuddy's eyes flung open. She turned to look at House and saw he was kicking off the blanket from on haut, retour au début of him. He threw off his night tee and kicked off his pajama pants, with a bit of difficulty. He laid back on the bed, then suddenly, sat up, threw his legs over the side of the bed, and got up to open the window. When he sat back down, he put his head in his hands as though in excruciating pain.
Cuddy crawled over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and pushed her off accidentally before he turned to see who it was. She looked at him in shock and in fear, and he held his solid expression.
"God, Cuddy," House scolded in pain, "don't scare me like that. Do toi want me to get a freaking cœur, coeur attack?"
Cuddy furrowed her brows and rubbed his back. "Shh, I'm sorry," she soothed him and immediately felt the heat radiating out of his body. "Christ House, you're burning up. Stay here."
She jumped out of lit and rushed into the bathroom and reached in the drawer under the sink to her first aid kit. She came back with a thermometer and put it in House's mouth as she checked his pulse and found that it was a bit fast, but not too fast to be worried. She gave him a worried expression as he failed to hide his pain and let out a long groan from deep in his chest.
The seconde the thermometer beeped, she grabbed it and bit her lip worriedly; 101.3. He was definitely sick.
"I knew toi were sick earlier House," She a dit with a worried and slightly scolding tone. He responded par coughing.
"I'm fine," he groaned out in an unconvincingly pained voice, "it's probably just cause this room is just so damn hot."
"The room is 52 degrees," she told him firmly. "Why didn't toi tell me toi were sick at work?"
"Because I wasn't sick at work," he snapped at her, but she ignored it knowing just how annoyed people got when they were in pain. She did snap at him in a similar way when she nearly broke her neck at the go kart, kart track. "Besides, what could toi have done? toi haven't been a real doctor in years."
"I would have sent toi home," she kept her voice at an even level. Suddenly, Cuddy began to think and it dawned on her. "Oh god, how long were toi waiting in the cold for me?" she asked, her words laced with guilt.
"I don't know," he a dit calmer, "15 minutes," he estimated and Cuddy gasped, covering her mouth and ran her hands up and down his back. "Stop it," he growled, "I don't like pity and toi know it."
"House, just shut up and let me take care of you," she a dit firmer and House listened. He hadn't heard that voice since her birthday. Cuddy pushed the warm blanket farther than it was already and went to the cuisine leaving House on the bed.
She turned off the heater then gently wrapped Rachel in a warmer blanket to make sure she doesn't freeze. Then she went to the cuisine to grab the bucket of ice water she had prepared before turning off the heater. She grabbed a towelette from the linen closet and went back to House.
When she got back, he had moved from his spot on the lit and tried to get cool from the window. She sighed and put the bucket down on the ground suivant to the lit with the towelette in it. She walked over to House and gently pulled him from the window to lay back down on the bed.
She pulled the towelette from the bucket and ringed the towel before dabbing his forehead with it. Then she began to wipe the rest of his body with the cold water to try to cool him down.
After a few minutes of her taking care of him he looked at her with apologetic blood shot eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered to her, "I'm an asshole and toi shouldn't have to take care of me."
"Shut up," she told him in a gentle, caring voice, "I don't have to take care of you, but I want to, House. I l’amour you, okay? I want to make sure you're okay, so just shut up and lay there."
House let out a small, weak chuckle and smiled. "I l’amour you," he a dit tiredly as he closed his eyes. He reached up and caressed her cheek and she snuggled into it.
"I l’amour you, too," she whispered and he leaned up and gave her a chaste Kiss before blacking out into the world of dreams.
~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~
She turned in lit and felt her hand land in something hot, wet, and somewhat sticky. She opened her eyes to see what her hand was in and sat up immediately when she realized her hand was on House's chest. She looked at him and saw that his face was scrunched up and he was curled up as much as he could. His boxers were soaked and stuck to his thigh and his hair was matted to his head.
She felt his forehead and felt that his temperature had gone down a bit since last night, but he was still sweating. She shook his shoulder frantically and said, "Oh god, House. House? Greg!" She a dit plus frantically every time.
She sighed in relief when he opened his eyes and stared dazed at her.
"What?" He asked in a raspy voice, still sleepy.
"You're covered in sweat! Are toi okay?" She said, her eyes still worried, but thankfully no pity.
He looked down and saw that she was right. He ran a finger up his tone stomach and felt the sweat.
"House?" She asked when he looked kind of dazed.
"Yeah? Oh I'm fine," he said, waving his hand in the air to assure her that he's fine. He suddenly felt the urge to go relieve himself, so he swung his legs over the side of the lit and stood up.
He soon found out that was a bad idea when he kissed the floor a seconde later, because his leg had donné out under him.
"House! Oh my god, are toi okay?" Cuddy asked as she knelt down beside him on the floor.
"Would toi stop it? I'm fine," He said, gently swatting her hands off of him as he lifted himself up to his feet, albeit slowly. He had to pause every few secondes to ward off the dizziness that was threatening to make him fall back to the ground.
Cuddy stood par him, ready to help him if he needed it, and bit her lip seeing his face scrunch in pain after standing up.
"See?" House said, as he took a breath to hide the pain, "just peachy. Nothing to worry about. Now if toi excuse me, Mr. Bladder misses Mrs. porcelaine and I don't want to be the one to keep them apart." par the time he finished saying that, he was already in the hallway. He looked back to see Cuddy standing where she was before, biting her lip, and looking at the ground.
House shook his head, looked up, and sighed. He limped into the bathroom and reunited his bladder and the toilet.
When he returned to the bedroom a few minutes later, he found Cuddy sitting on the edge of the lit looking down at her hands. He couldn't see her face because her back was mostly turned to the door, but he can see the outline of her shoulders slightly shaking and he knew she was crying. He sighed under his breath and made his way towards her, making sure not to pass out from the dizzy spells. He glanced over to the clock and saw that it was already 7 o'clock.
He, painfully, knelt down in front of her and gently took her chin in his hand and made her look at him. He saw the tears brimming her eyes and one lone tear halfway down her cheek. He took his thumb and brushed it off.
"What's wrong, Cuddlemuffin?" House asked, knowing she hated that pet name.
She sniffled and shook her head in response. He didn't say anything, but stood up and walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Starving won't help anyone. He sifted through her pantry and her drawers and got the coffee started while he looked for stuff to make pancakes.
He jumped when he felt two small arms emballage, wrap themselves around his waist and hold him in a death grip. He heard her talk quietly against his back and he could tell that she was still crying.
"This is all my fault," he managed to dissect from her mumbling.
He turned her around to face him and grabbed her face gently in his hands and waited until her red eyes made contact with his.
"What did toi say?" he a dit gently, in his deep, rumbling voice.
"This is all my fault," she a dit while she sniffled.
"How is this any of your-" he started when she interrupted him in her quiet and guilt laced voice.
"I stayed in my office talking to the new doctor instead of coming out immediately to you," she sobbed, "House, I'm so sorry, if I had just brushed him off-"
"Cuddy, stop it," House commanded curtly, but quietly, "I know what priorities go first. Work before relationship. It's also my fault for waiting in the cold like an idiot. We can find a million reasons to blame each other,but that's not going to help anyone, okay?" Cuddy nodded and looked up at him guiltily, "Good, now calm down and stop the water works already," he joked, "and make me some nourriture woman."
Cuddy let out a small chuckle and nodded. House wiped her tears and she grabbed his face gently and kissed him. "I l’amour you," she whispered and he smiled.
"Who doesn't, now go cook. I'll get Mowgli," he told her as he began to limp away.
"Oh House," she called after him as she began to cook breakfast, "we're going to Chuck E. Cheese for Lunch."
She heard a thump and quick shuffling coming towards the cuisine and she raised her eyebrow in amusement as she saw him pop back in through the doorway with an excited look on his face.
"Really?" he asked in excitement. His eyes were wide as saucers and he had a huge grin plastered on his face.
"Yes," she said, in between giggles.
His smile stretched ear to ear and he limped over to her. He grabbed her par the waist, planting a firm Kiss on her lips and said, "Best. Girlfriend. Ever."
"I know," she a dit with a sexy teasing smile, "Now go get dressed and get Rachel before I change my mind and lock your cul, ass up."
"Now, now Cuddy. This is no time for dirty talk," he a dit with a wink and he smacked her on the butt earning an exasperated glare from his girlfriend.
He matched her glare and she laughed. "Go get dressed you." He stuck out his tongue and turned to limp back and change. She slapped his cul, ass with her cuisine towel as he left and he gave her a sexy look, causing her to laugh harder.
She shook her head, still smiling, and thought, what have I gotten myself into?
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There toi have it. suivant chapter: Chuck E. Cheese! MDR we hope toi guys like it and please do send us your thoughts - good ou bad :) we l’amour to hear them
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As they continued onward towards her house, she looked over at her boyfriend who continued to pout. Cuddy giggled and shook her head at his childlike behavior. Honestly, at times, he is just a huge child. But he was her big baby and she wouldn't have it any other way. Well, that is if she doesn't end up murdering him one day.
She had been in her own thoughts for a few minutes and when she stopped at a red light, she looked over to the passenger siège to find her boyfriend completely knocked out. His arms were uncrossed and were resting on his lap, his head leaned on the window, and a cute pout on his face. His eyes seemed so peaceful and his hair messed up in a cute lit head way. She smiled and reached over and intertwined her hand with his and once again turned her focus to the road.
A few minutes later, she pulled up in her driveway and killed the engine. She looked over at House and rubbed her thumb over the back of his amazingly talented and gentle hand. She hated to wake him up, but he needed to get in and sleep beside her. No matter how selfish it seemed, she needed to have his warmth in her bed.
She reached over with her other hand and ran her fingers through his short hair, slightly scratching his scalp with her nails. She leaned over and kissed him.
"House," she called for him quietly, "come on, we're accueil and toi need to take a shower," she a dit gently when she pulled away.
House turned away from her and, in a raspy voice grunted, "No."
Cuddy shook her head and gently tried to pull him up, "Come on House, we need to get in and its getting colder and colder."
House rubbed his face with his hand and looked at her with slightly bloodshot eyes and nodded.
Cuddy unbuckled her siège ceinture and exited the car, waited for House, and they both carefully made their way into the house. Cuddy tucked her arm under House's and rested her head gently on his shoulder. She snuggled her cheek on him and caught a glimpse of a small smile that leaked through his solid face.
Once they were in, Cuddy relieved marina while House went straight to the bathroom to shower. Cuddy smiled when Rachel clapped her hands on Cuddy's cheeks and greeted her with a "Hi Mama." Ever since she started spending time with House she's been learning a lot plus words and how to use them. Not all of it she approved of but Rachel was also starting to run around a lot plus and it was hard to keep track of her half the time.
She jumped when she felt water drip on her neck and looked up to see a tower clad House standing above her. She shook her head and smiled at him. She stood up with Rachel and they both kissed House on the side of his lips. Cuddy pulled them back when she felt that he was hot.
"You feel hot," she a dit worriedly, "Are toi okay?"
"I just took a hot shower, Cuddy," House said, rolling his eyes at her maternal instincts to care for him, though secretly he cared for her as much as she for him.
"Okay," Cuddy a dit unconvinced, "Here, take Rachel and watch her while I go shower. Don't let her eat any money!"
"Damn. I was going to use her as a piggy bank," House a dit sarcastically while rolling his eyes. One time toi let a child eat a coin and she never lets it go.
House turned towards Rachel when he heard the bathtub water turning on. He was holding her at arms length and they analyzed each other. Suddenly, Rachel swung her arm out and punched Houses nose with all she had.
"Son of a -" House a dit in shock and pain when her small fist connected with his nose. Rachel responded with a laugh at continued to pat his cheeks roughly.
"Finish that and something toi l’amour will disappear," Cuddy a dit menacingly from her spot at the bathroom door. She had on a tank haut, retour au début and mid-thigh shorts and was fixing her wet hair.
Cuddy walked over to where House and Rachel was a took Rachel from House quickly seeing that House was lowering her quickly. She held Rachel closely in her arms and looked over at House when she heard him take in a fast intake of breath.
"What happened?" Cuddy asked confused.
"Mowgli here wanted to practice boxing and thought it would be useful to use my nose," House said, somewhat nasally, since he was cradling his nose.
Cuddy saw House's eyes somewhat watery and incredulously asked, "She hit toi hard enough to make toi cry?"
"Thanks for the care and support," House said, his words laced with sarcasm. He shook it off and limped to the bedroom to toss on some pajama pants and a grey t-shirt he always wears to bed. He limped back to the cuisine and saw Cuddy in the same place he left her but now she was cooing at Rachel with an adoring smile on her face.
"Where's my nourriture woman?" House said, making Cuddy jump slightly and ruining the mood.
She turned and sent him a sneer which he responded par sticking his tongue out petulantly. She rolled her eyes and walked into the cuisine and placed Rachel into her high chair at the table. House slowly came up behind Cuddy with a huge couteau raised above his head and waited for Cuddy to turn around.
"Ma!" Rachel said, giggling at the strange mans actions.
Cuddy turned around and screamed when she saw House with a dark look on his face and a butcher couteau pointed towards her. "Shit House!"
"How-sh!" Rachel repeated after her mom smacked the odd man as he laughed at her.
Cuddy and House both turned to Rachel who continued to laugh at their facial expressions. Cuddy was shocked and loving, while Houses was utterly amused.
"Shh-it!" Rachel repeated, making Cuddy nearly faint as her facial expression morphed from shocked and loving, to horrified. House simply laughed even harder.
"House! That is NOT funny!" Cuddy scolded House as she tried to find a way to get that profane word out of her daughters sponge-like mind.
"How-sh funnnneee!" Rachel squealed, finding it hilarious because the odd man was still laughing.
"Cuddy, I l’amour your kid," House said, clutching his stomach as it ached from him laughing too hard.
Cuddy looked at House in shock with wide eyes and an open mouth that soon turned into a smile. He looked at her with a cocked brow and she grinned, "You just a dit toi l’amour her."
House cleared his throat and looked down shyly. "Yeah, well, she's alright."
Cuddy couldn't hide the grin that was plastered on her face. She knew they were getting close but House has never let it slipped that he liked her, let alone loved her. She just nodded, letting him have his way and turned so he wouldn't see her unconvinced expression.
They all sat and had a nice and relatively quiet dîner all together. Rachel making a mess of her spaghetti o's and House and Cuddy eating the lasagna that House had made for them. Other than Cuddy's scolding, House's jibes, and Rachels giggling, the dîner was peaceful and quiet.
Cuddy took Rachel to bathe and prepare for lit as House climb into her lit and turned on TV to watch "The L Word". par the time Cuddy had finished tucking Rachel in and turning off the house lights, House was conked out on her bed.
She walked into the bedroom to see House sprawled all over her bed. Half of the blanket was on the floor and hanging off the bed, while the other half was Raiponce to his legs. He had one arm stretched over the pillows and the other hanging off the bed. She giggled at the sound of his snoring and took a picture of him.
She walked over to where his head was and lowered her mouth to his ear and whispered, "I'm naked."
Immediately, House bolted up and squealed when he realized his legs were stuck and he fell off the lit in his haste to get to the "naked" Cuddy.
Cuddy exploded in a fit of laughter and fell on the lit at his semi-awaken stare coming up at her from the floor of her bedroom. He shook his head once he realized what had happened and stood up.
"You meanie," House a dit with a pout as he sat suivant to her on the bed.
"Oh toi l’amour it," she responded back at him teasingly.
"Not anymore. I don't know if I can forgive toi for that," he a dit in an overly dramatic voice as he turned away from her.
Cuddy just rolled her eyes and crawled to her side of the lit and fixed her pillows. She laid herself down and rolled to her side to look at House. Only to find him already passed out once again. Boy that man can sleep.
She smiled fondly and ran her hair across his face. His facial hair tickled her palm as she brushed her thumb against his lips as she took in his peaceful but tired face. She yawned, realizing her own exhaustion, and fell asleep after pecking him on the lips.
~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~
There was a jitter in the lit and Cuddy's eyes flung open. She turned to look at House and saw he was kicking off the blanket from on haut, retour au début of him. He threw off his night tee and kicked off his pajama pants, with a bit of difficulty. He laid back on the bed, then suddenly, sat up, threw his legs over the side of the bed, and got up to open the window. When he sat back down, he put his head in his hands as though in excruciating pain.
Cuddy crawled over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and pushed her off accidentally before he turned to see who it was. She looked at him in shock and in fear, and he held his solid expression.
"God, Cuddy," House scolded in pain, "don't scare me like that. Do toi want me to get a freaking cœur, coeur attack?"
Cuddy furrowed her brows and rubbed his back. "Shh, I'm sorry," she soothed him and immediately felt the heat radiating out of his body. "Christ House, you're burning up. Stay here."
She jumped out of lit and rushed into the bathroom and reached in the drawer under the sink to her first aid kit. She came back with a thermometer and put it in House's mouth as she checked his pulse and found that it was a bit fast, but not too fast to be worried. She gave him a worried expression as he failed to hide his pain and let out a long groan from deep in his chest.
The seconde the thermometer beeped, she grabbed it and bit her lip worriedly; 101.3. He was definitely sick.
"I knew toi were sick earlier House," She a dit with a worried and slightly scolding tone. He responded par coughing.
"I'm fine," he groaned out in an unconvincingly pained voice, "it's probably just cause this room is just so damn hot."
"The room is 52 degrees," she told him firmly. "Why didn't toi tell me toi were sick at work?"
"Because I wasn't sick at work," he snapped at her, but she ignored it knowing just how annoyed people got when they were in pain. She did snap at him in a similar way when she nearly broke her neck at the go kart, kart track. "Besides, what could toi have done? toi haven't been a real doctor in years."
"I would have sent toi home," she kept her voice at an even level. Suddenly, Cuddy began to think and it dawned on her. "Oh god, how long were toi waiting in the cold for me?" she asked, her words laced with guilt.
"I don't know," he a dit calmer, "15 minutes," he estimated and Cuddy gasped, covering her mouth and ran her hands up and down his back. "Stop it," he growled, "I don't like pity and toi know it."
"House, just shut up and let me take care of you," she a dit firmer and House listened. He hadn't heard that voice since her birthday. Cuddy pushed the warm blanket farther than it was already and went to the cuisine leaving House on the bed.
She turned off the heater then gently wrapped Rachel in a warmer blanket to make sure she doesn't freeze. Then she went to the cuisine to grab the bucket of ice water she had prepared before turning off the heater. She grabbed a towelette from the linen closet and went back to House.
When she got back, he had moved from his spot on the lit and tried to get cool from the window. She sighed and put the bucket down on the ground suivant to the lit with the towelette in it. She walked over to House and gently pulled him from the window to lay back down on the bed.
She pulled the towelette from the bucket and ringed the towel before dabbing his forehead with it. Then she began to wipe the rest of his body with the cold water to try to cool him down.
After a few minutes of her taking care of him he looked at her with apologetic blood shot eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered to her, "I'm an asshole and toi shouldn't have to take care of me."
"Shut up," she told him in a gentle, caring voice, "I don't have to take care of you, but I want to, House. I l’amour you, okay? I want to make sure you're okay, so just shut up and lay there."
House let out a small, weak chuckle and smiled. "I l’amour you," he a dit tiredly as he closed his eyes. He reached up and caressed her cheek and she snuggled into it.
"I l’amour you, too," she whispered and he leaned up and gave her a chaste Kiss before blacking out into the world of dreams.
~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~
She turned in lit and felt her hand land in something hot, wet, and somewhat sticky. She opened her eyes to see what her hand was in and sat up immediately when she realized her hand was on House's chest. She looked at him and saw that his face was scrunched up and he was curled up as much as he could. His boxers were soaked and stuck to his thigh and his hair was matted to his head.
She felt his forehead and felt that his temperature had gone down a bit since last night, but he was still sweating. She shook his shoulder frantically and said, "Oh god, House. House? Greg!" She a dit plus frantically every time.
She sighed in relief when he opened his eyes and stared dazed at her.
"What?" He asked in a raspy voice, still sleepy.
"You're covered in sweat! Are toi okay?" She said, her eyes still worried, but thankfully no pity.
He looked down and saw that she was right. He ran a finger up his tone stomach and felt the sweat.
"House?" She asked when he looked kind of dazed.
"Yeah? Oh I'm fine," he said, waving his hand in the air to assure her that he's fine. He suddenly felt the urge to go relieve himself, so he swung his legs over the side of the lit and stood up.
He soon found out that was a bad idea when he kissed the floor a seconde later, because his leg had donné out under him.
"House! Oh my god, are toi okay?" Cuddy asked as she knelt down beside him on the floor.
"Would toi stop it? I'm fine," He said, gently swatting her hands off of him as he lifted himself up to his feet, albeit slowly. He had to pause every few secondes to ward off the dizziness that was threatening to make him fall back to the ground.
Cuddy stood par him, ready to help him if he needed it, and bit her lip seeing his face scrunch in pain after standing up.
"See?" House said, as he took a breath to hide the pain, "just peachy. Nothing to worry about. Now if toi excuse me, Mr. Bladder misses Mrs. porcelaine and I don't want to be the one to keep them apart." par the time he finished saying that, he was already in the hallway. He looked back to see Cuddy standing where she was before, biting her lip, and looking at the ground.
House shook his head, looked up, and sighed. He limped into the bathroom and reunited his bladder and the toilet.
When he returned to the bedroom a few minutes later, he found Cuddy sitting on the edge of the lit looking down at her hands. He couldn't see her face because her back was mostly turned to the door, but he can see the outline of her shoulders slightly shaking and he knew she was crying. He sighed under his breath and made his way towards her, making sure not to pass out from the dizzy spells. He glanced over to the clock and saw that it was already 7 o'clock.
He, painfully, knelt down in front of her and gently took her chin in his hand and made her look at him. He saw the tears brimming her eyes and one lone tear halfway down her cheek. He took his thumb and brushed it off.
"What's wrong, Cuddlemuffin?" House asked, knowing she hated that pet name.
She sniffled and shook her head in response. He didn't say anything, but stood up and walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Starving won't help anyone. He sifted through her pantry and her drawers and got the coffee started while he looked for stuff to make pancakes.
He jumped when he felt two small arms emballage, wrap themselves around his waist and hold him in a death grip. He heard her talk quietly against his back and he could tell that she was still crying.
"This is all my fault," he managed to dissect from her mumbling.
He turned her around to face him and grabbed her face gently in his hands and waited until her red eyes made contact with his.
"What did toi say?" he a dit gently, in his deep, rumbling voice.
"This is all my fault," she a dit while she sniffled.
"How is this any of your-" he started when she interrupted him in her quiet and guilt laced voice.
"I stayed in my office talking to the new doctor instead of coming out immediately to you," she sobbed, "House, I'm so sorry, if I had just brushed him off-"
"Cuddy, stop it," House commanded curtly, but quietly, "I know what priorities go first. Work before relationship. It's also my fault for waiting in the cold like an idiot. We can find a million reasons to blame each other,but that's not going to help anyone, okay?" Cuddy nodded and looked up at him guiltily, "Good, now calm down and stop the water works already," he joked, "and make me some nourriture woman."
Cuddy let out a small chuckle and nodded. House wiped her tears and she grabbed his face gently and kissed him. "I l’amour you," she whispered and he smiled.
"Who doesn't, now go cook. I'll get Mowgli," he told her as he began to limp away.
"Oh House," she called after him as she began to cook breakfast, "we're going to Chuck E. Cheese for Lunch."
She heard a thump and quick shuffling coming towards the cuisine and she raised her eyebrow in amusement as she saw him pop back in through the doorway with an excited look on his face.
"Really?" he asked in excitement. His eyes were wide as saucers and he had a huge grin plastered on his face.
"Yes," she said, in between giggles.
His smile stretched ear to ear and he limped over to her. He grabbed her par the waist, planting a firm Kiss on her lips and said, "Best. Girlfriend. Ever."
"I know," she a dit with a sexy teasing smile, "Now go get dressed and get Rachel before I change my mind and lock your cul, ass up."
"Now, now Cuddy. This is no time for dirty talk," he a dit with a wink and he smacked her on the butt earning an exasperated glare from his girlfriend.
He matched her glare and she laughed. "Go get dressed you." He stuck out his tongue and turned to limp back and change. She slapped his cul, ass with her cuisine towel as he left and he gave her a sexy look, causing her to laugh harder.
She shook her head, still smiling, and thought, what have I gotten myself into?
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