No House tonight. *Cries*

Father Of Mine

Cuddy went and took a shower. House dozed off to sleep.

When Cuddy was in the shower, she thought how great it had been the last few months being with House. Even anyone had told her a little more than six months ago that she would be at a conference with House sharing her bed with him, she would have thought that they were high.

Of course, now the other people thinking that she is high for living with House. Cuddy did not care, though. She loved living with House and spending almost all of there time together. She would never have admitted it to House, but she made him come on this trip with her because she did not want to be away from him for that long.

You sound like a teenage girl, Cuddy thought to herself.

Cuddy got out of the shower and changed into her pajamas. She smiled when she went back into the bedroom and saw House asleep on the bed, his arm in the place she was supposed to be laying.

Cuddy walked over to the bed and the smile was removed from her face when she saw that he was frowning again. She wondered if he was having another bad dream. She then wondered if she should wake him up.

Cuddy turned off the light and picked up House's arm and slipped underneath it into bed. The curtain was open, so Cuddy could still see the look on House's face. The pained look on his face ripped at her heart.

"House," Cuddy said as she lightly shook him, deciding it was best to wake him. House opened his eyes and looked at her.

"You come to tuck me in?" House asked her.

"Yeah," Cuddy said. House could tell something was wrong from the look on Cuddy's face.

"Was I moaning in my sleep again?" House asked.

"No," Cuddy said. "You looked upset, though."

"Bad dream," House said as he pulled Cuddy closer to him until her head was lying on his chest. "I am fine now."

"You haven't been sleeping very well this week," Cuddy said. "I noticed that you have been getting up earlier and you seem tired a lot. Did you just start to have these bad dreams?"

"I will be fine once my birthday is over," House said as he looked at the ceiling. "Don't worry. This has nothing to do with you. My hatred of my birthday makes it come out."

"Why do you hate your birthday so much?" Cuddy asked.

"Never had a good one," House said. "My dad did not like the yearly reminder that he had me as a son."

Cuddy raised her head off of House's chest and looked at him. House stayed starting at the ceiling. "Didn't your mom celebrate your birthday?" Cuddy asked.

"When I was 5, my dad was gone and my mom took me to the zoo," House said.

"That sounds like a good birthday," Cuddy said.

"I was scared of all the animals and spent the majority of the time crying," House said. "My father was home for all my other birthdays. My mom made him because she wanted us to bond."

"So what did you do on some of your other birthdays?" Cuddy asked.

"When I was 8, my father took me hunting," House said. "He made me carry all of the carcasses. When I was 10, he took me to the base and told all the men in his regimen that I was a mama's boy and that for my birthday he should have bought me a dress. On my 15th birthday, he had me install a new toilet in our house. On my 18th birthday, he kicked me out."

"Why?" Cuddy asked.

"Because my mom wouldn't let him kick me out two weeks before after my high school graduation," House said.

"He couldn't wait a day?" Cuddy asked.

"When a man is 18 year's old and one day, he is supposed to be living by himself," House said sarcastically. "If I would have stayed at him, I would have embarrassed the whole family."

"I think we need to start a new tradition," Cuddy said. "Your birthday should be filled with happiness and lots of hot sex."

House looked at Cuddy. "That tradition sounds fun," House said. "Now I remember why I shacked up with you."

"I know that you really did it because you want me to be a bodyguard for you when your father comes over," Cuddy said.

"I don't want you fighting with my father," House said. "He'll hit you Cuddy."

"No he won't," Cuddy said.

"Yeah, he will," House said.

"Did he hit you?" Cuddy asked.

"Does that really surprise you?" House asked her.

"How bad?" Cuddy asked.

"I survived," House said. House saw the tears form in Cuddy's eyes.

"I'm sorry," Cuddy said.

"Why are you sorry?" House asked. "You didn't do it."

"I am sorry that no one was there to protect you," Cuddy said.

"You need to go to sleep Cuddy," House said. "You have a speech tomorrow." House did not like how emotional this conversation was getting.

"I love you," Cuddy said as she gave him a kiss.

"I love you too," House said. "No go to sleep before I am I forced to have sex with you again."

"You might want to try a punishment I will not enjoy," Cuddy said as she laid her head back down on his chest.

"I said I was going to have sex with you," House said. "I did not say that I would pleasure you. I will push you to the brink and then leave you hanging."

"That is what my hands are for," Cuddy said.

"That is one of the hottest comments that I have ever heard," House said.

"Men," Cuddy said. "You get just as turned on about picking a woman pleasuring herself as if you were actually having sex."

"We have great imaginations," House said. "I can picture you right now. Now I know what you were doing in the shower."

"Good night House," Cuddy said.

"And in your office at work," House said.

"Shut up and go to sleep," Cuddy said with a slight laugh.

"In the back of a movie theater," House said.

"I think you need to turn your imagination off," Cuddy said.

"At a red light," House said.

"You are a pervert," Cuddy said.

"You are the one pleasuring yourself everywhere!" House said with a laugh as Cuddy grabbed her pillow and started hitting him with it.