Hi, I'm not exactly new in writing, but this is my first fic on House. Please don't be too hard on me. :)
It might be a little cheesy and a little OOC, but I'm still new in writing House's character, which is apparently pretty hard. LOL
Enjoy!
April 19th, 2011 – Cuddy's residence
Lisa Cuddy was nervous. She had no idea that she was going to break this kind of news to her boyfriend. It had never happened before and she did not know how to break it. She found out at work and just got home. She stood in front of her front door, taking a deep breath—before finally turning the door knob with a shaky hand. She was greeted with the faint sound effects on a cartoon coming from the television in the living room. She was sure that her daughter was already asleep at this hour and that meant she would not be able to avoid him. The thought alone had made her more nervous.
She inhaled a breath deeply and liberally took her time exhaling it, closing her eyes in the process. When she opened her eyes, she was face to face with him. She had always wondered how he could make his moves stealthily. With the cane and the limp, it was hardly possible, but Greg House had always surprised her, so she was really used to it. His brilliant blue eyes were filled with concern as he stared at her, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed a frown. The frown had always made him look older. Therefore, she always loved it when he smiled.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked. His voice was thick with tiredness. She was pretty sure he was asleep until she came home and was awakened by the sound of the door closing. He was always a light sleeper and the littlest sounds would wake him up in an instance. She decided to put a fake smile on her face and approached him to put a peck on his scruffy cheek.
"Rachel asleep?" she asked as she passed him to set her suitcase down on the couch.
"Like a baby," he replied, still frowning at her and proceeded to limp closer to her. "Did the meeting go well? You look stressed."
"It went well," she told him, avoiding looking into his eyes. It made him frown more.
"Seriously, what happened?" he asked again, his eyes scrutinizing her. She still avoided him and was now walking away towards the kitchen.
"I'm fine," she told him, yelling a little from the kitchen. "I'm just hungry and tired. Can we just drop it there? I'm not really in the mood for arguing."
He narrowed his eyes at that and decided to follow her. He limped to the kitchen and stopped at the doorway, watching her from the door as she stuck her head into the refrigerator, obviously looking for something to eat. She pulled out a box of salad out of the fridge with a smile, aiming it at House, telling him that she acknowledged his thoughtfulness for leaving her dinner. She then proceeded to grab a fork and walked back into the living room, but pausing middle way to place a peck on House's lips. She took his hand into her free one and pulled him into the living room again.
She silently sat down on the couch, leaning on the arm of it as she open the salad box and started eating. He sat just across her on the couch, placing her feet and started massaging them. They just sat there in an almost comfortable silence, until House started peering at her with the corner of his eyes as if he was about to say something. She didn't fail to notice it and looked nervously at him.
"Meeting was okay, I assure you," she said, giving him a fake smile. But as always, he knew better that she was hiding something.
"But?" he offered. It made her smile falter and just stared at him. They stared at each other for a few moments and Cuddy decided to break their eye contact. She swallowed the food slowly and put the salad box down, sighing in the process. She then turned to him, eyes a little watery.
"There's something I have to tell you," she told him, then proceeded to get off the couch and faced him. She looked down to the floor or her feet and then she started pacing in front of him. House just sat there, watching her every movement with a frown on his face. After a few minutes, Cuddy suddenly stopped pacing and turned to face him.
"Let me ask you something. How often have we had sex since we started seeing each other?" she asked, making House's frown turned into an expression of a confused man.
"Um, quite often," he hesitantly answered the question, not knowing why she asked the question.
"Do you remember wearing protection?"
"I just thought that it wasn't necessary since you're on the pills," he replied in a defensive tone. "What are you trying to tell me here?"
"House," she said, barely above whisper, closing her eyes for a moment. "I'm pregnant."
House just stared at her, waiting for her to laugh hysterically and yell "You're Punk'd!" at him, but she never did. Instead, she had an expression that told him that she was also waiting for his answer. But he just sat there, motionless and he just looked at her with unreadable expression on his face.
He was doomed. That was what he was thinking. There it was. The P word was dropped. It was probably one of a few words that didn't belong in Greg House's dictionary, along with the words fatherhood and children. But he knew she was expecting his answer, so he said the first thing that crossed his busy mind.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice sounded hoarse to himself.
"Two tests and three pregnancy sticks confirm it," she answered flatly, a little upset at House's lack of reaction. He stared at her blankly and Cuddy just wanted to slap that stupid face, but she just couldn't bring herself to actually do it.
"I also want you to know that no matter what your decision is, I'm keeping this baby," Cuddy continued when House was still unresponsive.
"I know," he mumbled. He didn't speak for another few minutes, but finally opened his mouth. "This is too overwhelming to me."
"So you don't want it?" Cuddy gasped and shot House an incredulous look. House furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at her.
"What? Who said that I don't want it?"
"So you do want it?" House could not help to ignore the hint of hopefulness that was exceedingly clear in her voice. Seeing the way she was looking down at him right now didn't help him to not just cave into her. But he could never say no to that face and that tone. And he too didn't want to disappoint her. This relationship itself was already hard to achieve. He didn't want to ruin it. So he finally shrugged.
"I think… I think it's worth a try," he said, smiling faintly at her and offering her his right hand. She took his hand and helped him get off the couch so that he was standing up face to face right in front of her. The smile that was now occupying her face was the most beautiful thing to House right now. She looked very radiant.
"I hope it comes to full term," she said. Her voice was just above whisper and her smile fell from her face when the outcomes of her prior pregnancies came into her mind, haunting her with the thought having to go through all that again if it happens once again.
He placed a palm on her cheek, his calloused thumb caressing her soft skin gently. "Don't worry. Maybe it will stick around if the old man also sticks around," he told her, adding a little hint of humor in it. She smiled up at him again, giggling a little at his lame attempt at humor.
"Does that mean you'd stay?" she wondered. House really couldn't help but nod at that question. They then embraced each other and savored the comfortable silence for a while.
"Was it lame?" he asked quietly, breaking the silence. She giggled again. For House, it was a lovely sound to hear. He smiled into her hair.
"You just ruined the moment," she scolded, but he could note the playfulness in her voice. He made a mental note to himself that he had the whole nine months to prepare. That is if nothing happens. He silently wished that nothing would happen because as much as he was scared to become a father and overwhelmed with this bizarre news, he wanted her to be happy too.
And now he had to add at least three more vocabularies into his own private dictionary.
I promise to update as soon as I can since I currently have nothing else to do. :)
Reviews are highly appreciated!