Happy Mothers day everyone.
Hope you enjoy,
-E
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You wake up alone. You search the bed with your eyes for any sign of House, but you find nothing but his tennis shoes in the corner of the room. You try to sit up, but then you realize that he's tied your right hand to the bedpost.
You scowl for a moment before pushing yourself towards the front of the bed to sit up. You wonder where House has gone before you start to smell something cooking. Is that pancakes?
"House!" You yell with a still raspy voice. He waltzes in a moment later with a smile on his face.
"Good morning love-thang," He wiggles his eyebrows.
"Can you untie me?" You ask a little bit ruder than you meant to, but your head hurts, and you have a bad habit of snapping at people when your head hurts.
"In my head this always went a little bit differently." He says suggestively before untying your hand. You wonder if his jerk-yness is overcompensating for what happened last night, because he really is just a jerk, or because this is his way of telling you that he fantasizes about you. You decide it's probably the first one, but for some reason your stomach flutters a bit when you think about the third. You blame that on being hungry as you get out of bed and the smell of pancakes invades your room completely.
He sits on the bed as you go into the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for the day. You shut the door behind you, but as expected he pushes it open.
"Aren't your pancakes going to burn?" You ask through a mouth full of toothpaste.
"Those aren't just pancakes thirty-one." He says. You wonder why he's switching nicknames.
Your toothbrush gets in the way of your response.
"They're Wilson family recipe macadamia nut pancakes." He fake shivers in pleasure.
"I like men too you know." You say after rinsing your mouth. In fact, recently you find yourself attracted to less drunken women at the clubs. Last week you brought home a much older man, you wonder if that was some sort of Freudian clue to who you really want, which at the moment you can't hide from yourself. He's smiling on your bed, making you his favorite breakfast, and calling you nicknames – you like it.
"Well, I found three hours of the L-word taped." He rolls his eyes, he says something else, but you can't properly hear it as you're washing your face.
"I don't watch the L-word." You say confused. You really don't watch anything, the Tivo was sort of just a huge waste of money.
"Well, I may have recorded them." House mumbles.
"Thanks for that." You say sarcastically.
You quickly finish your routine deciding to forgo make up till after breakfast. He stares at your face for a moment, and opens his mouth to say something. Then he shuts it, simply turns, and you follow him into your kitchen.
You wonder what he was going to say, but don't voice it. You know he'll only lie and say something mean.
"Macadamia nut pancakes." House says pointing towards your table, which he's set and served already. You take a seat and hesitantly try the food. You're a bit scared because you wouldn't put it past him to put a laxative in your food, but you know that he knows you'd retaliate.
"Wow," Is all you can say. They are amazing.
"I know," he nods enthusiastically, "and you're out of eggs, butter, and macadamia nuts."
"How many did you make?" You ask realizing he had to go through an industrial sized pack of butter to use up that much.
"First batch was burnt because you were moving in bed so I had to come in and tie you up then of course take advantage of you," he jokes, "then I made three batches to take to work so I can munch while you Doogie-Housers take care of my patients." He says pointing to the Tupperware container sitting on the counter. You didn't know you had Tupperware lying around.
You wonder if that means he's searched your apartment. You wouldn't put it past him, but he hasn't said anything yet and you know there's at least five or six things in here he would make fun of you for.
"You're going to miss me when I'm gone." He says taking his empty plate to the sink.
"What?" You ask confused. Is he doing some weird role-playing?
"You'll be sleeping alone tonight." He says reminding you.
"Oh," You answer, but you will in fact miss him. You wonder for a moment if you should tell him, but then decide against it.
"Do you think you can be alone?" He asks seriously.
"I'm always alone." You mumble. He raises an eyebrow.
"I'll be at work tomorrow." You add. He nods, but stares at you for a moment.
"Then again would it be fair for me not to invite you for a slumber party at my place?" he half jokes. You find yourself wondering what his apartment would be like, what sleeping in his bed would be like. You're curious about the things you'd find around his room.
You just shrug as he looks at you wondering if he can trust you.
You don't say anything to him as you stand up and head back into your room.
"What are you twelve?" He asks staring at the plate you've left on the table.
"It's my place." You shrug. He quickly takes your plate to the sink before coming into your bedroom. You pick out what you want to wear, and begin to change.
"I was expecting a tramp stamp." House mumbles. You turn around having forgotten he was watching.
"Sorry to disappoint." You say.
"Make it up to me by wearing the heals," he says glancing at the two pairs of shoes you're examining. You nod and put them on. You like them better than the boots anyhow.
He hands you your watch from the nightstand, and you slip it on before going to put on your make up. As you're applying concealer under your tired eyes you wonder how House men can just wash there faces and go, and you also note that House will be showing up to work wearing the same thing two nights in a row. He'll probably tell people that you slept together. You find yourself rolling your eyes at your own thoughts.
If House noticed, he didn't say anything.
"Lets go," You say finally ready. You finally look like yourself too, back in your own clothes and put together. It's a bit refreshing. House nods and grabs his pancakes before following you out.
You drive to the hospital as he plays with your radio presets then goes through your CDs occasionally stopping to smile or grunt.
You finally park, and hope no one notices you walking into the hospital with House.
However, you see Cuddy looking furious standing at the nurse's station a few feet inside.
"Say nothing, and don't leave my side." House says to you also noticing Cuddy. He stands still for a moment probably trying to figure out what he's done wrong. With a shrug he heads inside, and you scamper after him.