House and Cuddy (and baby Rachael) had been living in the same accueil for the last three months. Cuddy's belly had now started protruding from her body, Rachael had started mumbling words, House was still as 'asshole-ish' as he always was. Christmas was only in a few weeks.
House, being the anti-social bum that he is, didn't want Cuddy to invite family and Friends around. He just wanted to spend the jour in lit with his love.
"Please, Lise, just toi and me, in be for a whole day," he pleaded
"No, c'mon, we need to spend time getting to know each others families,"
"But I already know mine," he argued
"Who?"
"You and Rach,"
"Aww," she a dit affectionatly, "But still, no! We are going to have family and Friends over, Greg"
************** CHRISTMAS jour *********************
House rolled over at 5 in the morning. Quietly he slipped out of the lit as to not wake Cuddy. He picked up a small red, velvet box from inside a chaussette in his underwear drawer and made his way to the kitchen.
Cuddy woke up to the sweet smell of french toast. House limped his way into their bedroom. On haut, retour au début of the french pain grillé was a cage of sugar and beneath that there was the velvet box.
Cuddy was curious. "What's this?"
"Merry Christmas," he said, giving her a Kiss on the cheek.
Cuddy removed the cage and there was the box. She picked it up and opened it. House leaned in.
"Lisa Cuddy, will toi marry me?"
TBC
sorry i didn't write for a couple of days...writers block and havent been allowed on the net...(i been a naughty girl) :P
House, being the anti-social bum that he is, didn't want Cuddy to invite family and Friends around. He just wanted to spend the jour in lit with his love.
"Please, Lise, just toi and me, in be for a whole day," he pleaded
"No, c'mon, we need to spend time getting to know each others families,"
"But I already know mine," he argued
"Who?"
"You and Rach,"
"Aww," she a dit affectionatly, "But still, no! We are going to have family and Friends over, Greg"
************** CHRISTMAS jour *********************
House rolled over at 5 in the morning. Quietly he slipped out of the lit as to not wake Cuddy. He picked up a small red, velvet box from inside a chaussette in his underwear drawer and made his way to the kitchen.
Cuddy woke up to the sweet smell of french toast. House limped his way into their bedroom. On haut, retour au début of the french pain grillé was a cage of sugar and beneath that there was the velvet box.
Cuddy was curious. "What's this?"
"Merry Christmas," he said, giving her a Kiss on the cheek.
Cuddy removed the cage and there was the box. She picked it up and opened it. House leaned in.
"Lisa Cuddy, will toi marry me?"
TBC
sorry i didn't write for a couple of days...writers block and havent been allowed on the net...(i been a naughty girl) :P
When does l’amour become something we need, rather than something we want? l’amour was seen as something special a long time ago. Now l’amour is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. l’amour is common currency when toi are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older toi get. Do we not care about the substance of what l’amour was and not what it has been made into today par commercialisation from American films and télévision commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience l’amour for real, can we commentaire and judge others who are in Love. l’amour means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of l’amour is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? l’amour is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.