Woo! Update! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not ours!

MDMDMDMDMDMDMDMD

Valentine's Day rolled around, and Cameron found herself alone in her apartment. But she was smiling to herself as she finished cooking. House would be there soon, and today was a good day for her. She had more energy than usual, and she was even hungry. She finally went into the living room and sat down on the couch, turning on a movie. Then she pulled her blanket around herself and curled up as she waited for House to get home.

House had managed to slip out early, and knocked on the door, wanting to surprise her.

Her brow furrowed. Who could that be? House never knocked anymore, because he was always expected. She untangled herself from the blanket and went to the door, opening it slowly. A smile brightened her face. "Hey, you."

Then she noticed the trash bag he was holding, and her brow furrowed. "What's that?"

He handed it to her. "Stuff."

She ushered him in, closing the door before she peered into the bag. "Greg..." She pulled the stuffed bear out and studied it. "Thank you."

"There's more," he said, smiling.

She withdrew a card and a heart shaped box of chocolates. "Oh, wow..." She hugged him with one arm, then leaned up and kissed him. "I love it."

House returned her kiss. "Thought you would."

She snuggled into his chest. "I made dinner." She stole another kiss, then gently placed the presents on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"What did you make?"

"Well, I talked to Wilson, and he taught me how to make those Macadamia nut pancakes you love so much."

"You do love me," House said, smirking at the thought of the pancakes.

"Yes, I do." She rested her hands on his shoulders and smiled up at him. "And I just finished them." She took his hand. "Come on."

House trailed after her into the kitchen, where he piled his plate high with the pancakes. "Between you and me, you make them better than Wilson does."

She chuckled. "Don't tell him that."

"I probably will."

She made her own plate, adding a small amount of sliced strawberries. Then they sat down at the table.

House plucked a strawberry off of her plate and popped it into his mouth.

She smiled and picked up a bottle of wine. "He warned me you would steal my strawberries," she teased.

"Wilson's a tattletale," House pouted. He glanced at her wine bottle. "Want drunken sex this time?"

She snickered. "We'll see." She poured wine into his glass, then her own.

House took a sip of his wine. "Pancakes with wine," he noted. "You're more creative than Jimmy boy."

"I don't think Jimmy wanted to take advantage of you."

"Who knows?" House asked, rolling his eyes playfully.

She laughed and took a bite of her pancakes. She wanted to make this night special for both of them, and so far, it was going very well.

House leaned in and kissed her. "Pancakes are good this way," he said innocently.

She smiled warmly. "They are." Switching her fork to her left hand, she placed her right against his stubbled cheek.

House leaned in. His stubble tickled her chin.

She laughed softly against his lips. "Don't you ever shave?" she teased. Of course she didn't mean it. For as long as she had known him, he had always had that stubble. And while it looked terrible on some men, he looked absolutely perfect.

"Shaving's for Chase."

"Good point." She rested her hand on the back of his neck, gently guiding him closer.

House closed his eyes, and kissed her gently on the lips.

Her eyes closed as she lost herself in the kiss.

After dinner, Cameron sat down on the couch while House put the leftover food away. When he came into the living room, she held up a movie. "I rented something."

"Is it porn?" House joked.

She laughed. "No. I keep that in my bedroom."

House snickered. "What movie?"

"I know you don't like chick flicks, so I rented that remake of Nightmare On Elm Street." She wasn't wild about horror movies, but it would give her an excuse to grab him when she became frightened.

"You know me well, girlfriend of mine."

She grinned at him. Every time he referred to her as his girlfriend, it always made her heart beat a little faster. She patted the cushion beside her. "Get that hot ass over here."

"I will," he said, plopping down next to her.

She closed the distance between them and kissed him, then rested her head on his shoulder and started the movie.

House put his arm around her shoulders as the movie started.

After the movie was finished, Cameron was starting to feel worn down. She turned off the TV, then looked at the man she loved.

"Gonna have nightmares so I can hold you?"

She snuggled closer to him. "You should hold me anyway."

"Hell, yeah," House mumbled, pulling her close.

She slipped her hand under his shirt and lightly caressed his skin. It had taken years to get here, and now that they finally were, she never wanted to let him go.

They sat there for several minutes before she broke the content silence. "Why don't we go to the bedroom...?"

House smirked greedily. "Fine with me."

She laughed and got to her feet, then led him into her bedroom. Her heart started to race as she undressed and slid between the sheets. He followed her, and she pulled him into her arms. "I have something I need to ask you," she murmured, nuzzling his neck.

"Yes?"

She propped herself up on her elbows and studied his face. "Greg, we both know that I only have a couple of months left, and I'm only going to get worse."

House traced his fingers along her knuckles. "What is it, Allison?"

"I want you to think very seriously about what I'm going to say." She smoothed her hand over his hair. "I've been worrying about you a lot these past two months. When I die, I want you to be taken care of." She closed her eyes for a moment as she struggled with what she wanted to say. "You're here all the time, and when I sell this place, I'll be at yours. We're happy together." For now, anyway. "If we got married, I could put you as the recipient on my life insurance, and you would get all of this." She motioned to the room. "I know it's strange, and financially you're fine... but it's something that I could do for you."

"Are you proposing?" House asked, smiling.

"It's not very romantic, I know." She kissed his chest.

"I like it," House said, kissing her on the mouth.

Her lips curved up in the sweetest smile he had ever seen. "Good." She curled up on his chest, absently rubbing his arm. "I don't want anything big. Just you and me, and a witness. Do you want Jimmy there?"

"Sure," House said. "As long as he can make sure he doesn't mess anything up."

She laughed. "I think we can trust him. We'll grab him and go to City Hall."

"Okay, then," House said, kissing her again.

She deepened the kiss and rolled into her back, pulling him with her. And as they melded together, she still couldn't believe he had actually said yes.

TBC...

A/N: Aww, they're engaged. But how long does she have left? Please review!