Cuddy slid her back down her hard office door. She buried her face into her hands and began to cry uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face and some ended up in her mouth. She closed her eyes and began to bang her head against the door. Each time she hit her head she swore and cried harder. House had just failed to save her soon-to-be child and the physical pain seemed to numb the emotional pain.
There was a tap at the door and Cuddy looked up. There was House knocking his cane against the glass signalling her to her let him in. She stood up but her head was pounding so hard she fell back down. She had never cried so hard in her life and never cared so hard to be able to cry like this. Her hair covered her face and she shook with grief.
House stood there for a while wondering what to do. He made her feel like this, he had just killed her only chance at being a Mother. Taking a breath he put his hand on the door knob and slowly opened it. The door hit Cuddy softly, who was still in the same position from when she fell, but it opened just enough to let him get in.
He shut the door behind him and closed all the curtains before sitting down, cross legged, next to Cuddy. He placed his hand in her shoulder and rubbed it in way that he thought might be comforting. His hand soon moved to her other shoulder and down her back before resting in her soft black hair. Slowly, she looked up at him and it surprised House by how perfect she looked when she cried
"I hate you," she whispered getting up and laying her head on House's shoulder.
"I hate you too, Cuddy," he whispered just as gently and began stroking her hand, "and I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. Next time I have a patient I'll check if he has inherited Friedreich Ataxia first, and that'll save the heartache, ay?"
Cuddy punched him with all the effort she could muster but he only grabbed her closed fist with his palm and laid it to rest in his lap. She buried her head into his chest just so that she could hear his heart beat. She listened to the rhythmic pounds for a while until House lifted her chin up with his finger.
"I love you, Cuddy," House whispered, picking his cane up and getting to his feet.
"I love too, House," Cuddy frowned, and stood up. Her head still hurt and her eyes felt puffy but she was caught in the moment.
House moved in close to her and grabbed the small of her back with both hands. Cuddy placed her hands behind his neck and closed her eyes. House's lips gently touched hers and she broke away. She opened her eyes, her face still so close to House's, and gasped. The man that she put up with for years was now full of emotion. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily but she could see a tear rolling down his face. Quickly, she kissed him again, but this time she didn't break apart. She didn't think that she would break apart from him, not ever.