This is written in honor of the amazingly waited for kiss between the two MC of this fic in Joy to the World. Merry Christmas, and what a Christmas present that was too. That defiantly mean this is going somewhere, maybe I'll add the kiss in somewhere as a flashback. How about right here? That seriously gave my muse a kick starter. Soo much new incentive to keep it up. The PJ's that 13 wears were available through Victoria's Secret about two years ago Christmas time. I absolutely love them- ahh so warm, they feel good right now, help me feel consentrated and relaxed.
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Three
"We should really go down to the party,"
"Yeah,"
They walked toward each other. They both knew that neither was going down to that party. Their locked lips and entangled arms prevented that.
I'm happy, thought Thirteen as they kissed. Truly happy. It won't last, but for now, this is good enough for me.
They stood there for a while, just kissing, enlocked in a passionate embrace.
As Remy jogged she thought of that kiss. Their first kiss. The one that nothing had come of, immediately at least. But something had come of it. Foreman, two years later, declaring his love for her. But putting it that way made it sound sappy. It had been more like him awkwardly telling a comatose friend that he loved her and wanted to marry her. After their first kiss, things slowed down, for obvious reasons. House was in no mood for other peoples' relationships and a working relationship wouldn't be smart, things like that never worked out, Cameron and Chase were proof enough of that. And then as her condition began to worsen, things had gotten closer between the two. He helped her, did what he could to make her better, tried hard to make the trials worth her while. Hoping the 'cure' would work. It had scared her at first, but now things made more sense; her life was beginning to pull together, beginning to finally make sense. Her life had direction, purpose and reason. That was what her life had needed all along.
She stopped, catching her breath. Remy leaned over and stretched, touching her toes and then extending her arms, fully, out behind her. She straightened back up and twisted her torso right and then left. She finished her cool down with the checking of her pulse, something that she did regularly. The running was a hobby picked up from the decrease in activity resulting from her disease, but too much exercise would kill her. Not only did she, no had she, had Huntington's it had been confirmed through an EKG that she had a semi-severe form of arrhythmia. She did not want to go into cardiac arrest anytime soon.
The sun had come out from behind a cloud and little sparkles of light were now splayed on everything around her, including her own face and body. She looked down a the engagement and wedding ring set that was situated on her ring finger. This was what gave her life order, the simple idea, which was so complex she had to make it simple, of being married. And the prospect of having her father call her every other day was a new one too. The constant interrogation she received from him about her health was never ending. Jake Hadley was now a firm fixation in her life. He wouldn't go away, insisting on coming to every gathering the new couple planned.
Thirteen leaned against the fence as she clocked her heart rate, checking for the echo that was the cause for her heart concern; she couldn't push it, her life depended on that. She let her finger linger on her neck. 102 and retreating, echo: slight. No cause for major concern.
A voice ripped her from the stream of thoughts that had been absorbing her attention since the wedding day.
"Remy?!"
Remy looked up startled at hearing such a familiar voice.
"Jolene!" Remy was pleasantly surprised. Jolene was an old friend, a lesbian ex-girlfriend. They had broken up mutually, and continued their lives as good friends. "How've you been?"
"Good, and how about you, Little Miss Married?" Jolene was staring thoughtfully at her sparkling ring. "Who is she and how come I wasn't invited?"
"Jolene, he's my husband, and you changed your number and address, how come you never called me?"
"I'm sorry, I always assumed, even though you're bi, but forgive me anyways. I lost your number, I'm really sorry,"
"So, dish the juicy details, what's his name, and is he sexy? Well of course he is but still, and when can I meet him?"
"It's our day off, how about dinner, if you don't have plans, we live about a block away,"
"Sure, our? What that supposed to mean, you guys coordinate your off days?" Jolene teased.
"We're co-workers,"
"Really? Wow. A sexy doctor for a husband, way better that a plain old sexy, but what's his name?"
Remy smiled shyly as she said the name. "Eric Foreman,"
She was really married.
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Jolene had just left after a night of lots of drinking and a lot of catching up. She had gone home first to get changed, while Jolene did the same and asked her partner to come over as well, and get the preparations ready. Foreman usually cooked, it was just one of his things; killer omelets and the best lobster you ever had eaten.
Remy was glad the night was coming to a close. She was exhausted and her echo was more prominent. She was making the bed when Foreman came up.
"You're tired aren't you?"
She sighed. "Extremely, I'm about ready to die,"
"That joke wasn't humorous,"
"Sorry," she went over to him and wrapped her arms around him. It felt good just standing there in his warm and soothing embrace. Remy felt safe, safe from everything that was still foreboding in her life.
As she released him he placed a kiss on her forehead. Remy walked to her side of the room, and Foreman to his. She undressed, putting on a black cami and her flannel pajama bottoms that she had gotten two years prior around Christmas time. They had hot pink stars dotting their black fabric. She crawled into bed, hugging the covers up to her chin.
"I'm just not feeling well, kind of nauseous,"
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, but I still feel nauseous, which in part of because of the beer we had, I can hold my alcohol but tonight…I just don't feel well,"
"Well, you not feeling well is a major concern to me," he walked over to her, looking Remy over carefully.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine, it's just the alcohol, I must be stoned by now,"
"You're not acting like you're stoned. In fact you seem mostly sober,"
"Just get in bed, you've gotta be just as tired as I am," He complied readily, putting an arm around her and resting close to her.
"I love you," he murmured and they both were out.
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Three weeks later the cause of her nausea had become apparent. Remy had yet to tell Foreman. She was pregnant with their child. Being a mother had always been a pursuit of hers but after she found out about her disease, she had dismissed any plans she had ever made about being a mother. Remy had always wanted a little girl that she could be the best mother ever for, and now that dream would come true. She only hoped, and dreamed. She, so far, had dared not believe, Remy just couldn't get it out of the back of her head. The chance that her child would have Huntington's, like her. Like her mother before her. If that was the case, she'd rather die.
