It has been 2 and a half months since the diagnosis. Cuddy and I went anywhere we could. We went to Italy for 2 weeks, sightseeing and just being together, not worrying about anything. Then we came home and just spent time doing things together. Rachel came with us on both trips. That was Cuddy's greatest fear, finding a place for Rachel after she was gone. Finally one day she asked.
" House, can you take care of Rachel when I'm gone?" I knew this question was probably coming, and I was hoping that she wouldn't ask.
" Do you think I can do it?" She smiled.
" Yes. I think you can. House she loves you, I sat down and talked to her yesterday. I simplified everything that was happening. She cried, but when I told her you would be there for her she calmed down, a lot. She really does love you." How could I say no? Honestly I didn't mind the little one, she was cute and funny.
"Okay, I'll do it." She leaned in and kissed me. That got me thinking, we only have about another month.