Chapter 1

Sorry , I said late September to early October for this one, my internet has been down for a few days and haven't had a chance to get around to putting this one up. Mike told me to go to a coffee shop and upload it ;). So, here you guys go!

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They've been married for what seems like yesterday. It's really been three years. Over the past three years they've had one daughter, Charlotte, who was conceived over their honeymoon. Charlotte has beautiful gray/blue eyes with dark, soft curls framing her small angelic face. Anyone could have guessed she was related to Cuddy.

"Greg! Dinners ready!" a voice called from the kitchen causing Greg House to snap up from the bed he was lying on, "and bring Charlotte with you!" that caused him to look over at his young daughter sleeping next to him. Her breathing slow.

He carefully brushed her curls from her face and spoke softly, "Time to wake up honey, mommy's made dinner," her eyes opened slowly and she smiled as she saw her father.

"Are you hungry?" she nodded.

He smiled, "Then let's go get something to eat!" he carefully got off the bed and limped around to pick up his daughter's small frame and walked down the hall glad the their bedroom was downstairs.

The kitchen smelled like pasta. Spaghetti to be more exact. He loved pasta night; his wife could make the best pasta sauce to go with any Italian cuisine she could make. Even if it was Stouffers.

"You look hungry," she smiled at him holding the bowl filled with cooked spaghetti noodles before placing it on the table next to the delicious looking meatballs that were already smothered in pasta sauce.

"Starving," he eyed everything around the table before slipping their daughter in her high chair before limping over to a cabinet and pulling out a bottle of wine. "Where's the corkscrew?" he asked her.

She sighed and looked at him, "in the drawer where it always is," if he did the dishes he would know.

He mumbled a thanks as he pulled it out before plunging it into the cork. "How was work?"

"Like it always is, being the Department Head of Endocrinology is still something I'm getting used to," she smiled as she placed some food in front of Charlotte.

"Yeah, being a Department Head is much different than being the Dean of Medicine."

She smiled at him and walked over and took the wine glass that he already filled, "you know it," before she walked back towards the table, "come on, I'm hungry and you said you were starving and I'm sure she's hungry, so please can you come and sit," she obviously stretched the please on that one. Whenever she did that, she was hungry.

"All right already, I'm coming, what's gotten your panties in a bunch?" he said that all serious causing her to chuckle and look over to their daughter who was oblivious to what her father really said.

"There's a child in the room," she sipped her wine.

He smirked at her, "that's because she's hungry," he told her before sitting across from her and serving himself a large platter of almost anything that was on the table before passing it towards his petite wife.

"You took most of it!"

He shrugged his shoulders, "You could always make more," he took a large forkful into his mouth.

"I've been slaving over the hot stove for you to just waltz into my kitchen and taking almost everything that I made!" She stressed the my, she's getting really moody.

"I've been at work!"

"So have I!" she shot back.

"You left early to pick Charlotte up! Wilson made me do my clinic hours!"

She chuckled, "You actually did clinic hours? No wait…Wilson actually made you?" she was surprised this time, she was usually getting phone calls throughout the day with Wilson asking her to get House to do his clinic hours.

"Nope."

"Then…who did?" she raised an eyebrow.

He smirked once again, "Kutner."

"I feel no sympathy for you," she shook her head and took what was left of the pasta noodles.

"You never do."

"I do to!"

He leaned forward, "Since when?"

She leaned back and smirked, "Since I met you."

"Really?" she nodded.

"You never show it," he pouted.

"Because I don't want to," she was still smirking, "it's all part of my master plan."

"Oh you!"

"Greg!" she warned.

"I wasn't going to say anything explicit!"

She rolled her eyes, "you can never be too sure with you."

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That's my chapter 1, well more of a preview-thing or whatever you might want to call it. Review or else (Well, nothing bad will happen if you don't but it doesn't' hurt). There's nothing new to meh and I really don't know what to say right here, so, this is the sequel to Accident, I think some people might enjoy this one. So yeah, Bye! Leigha.