A/N – Hey, I am not a doctor (I want to become one though), so ignore all the medical bits – they are probably wrong.

Also…sorry it took me so long to update…I had writers block. I will try to update faster this time!

Disclaimer – I do not own House M.D. It all belongs to David Shore and Fox.

~Chapter 7~

"SHH. Be quiet, Mommy and Daddy might be sleeping." House tried to move at the sound of the young girls whisper, but couldn't move very far because of an arm tightly wrapped around his waist. What? House glanced around the room, white sheets, blue walls…this looks familiar…oh right! Yesterday I woke up married to Cuddy. Is this all a dream? He thought as he hit his right leg – a little too hard.

No, not a dream House concluded as he grimaced in pain.

"Daddy! You're awake!" Daniel pushed past his twin sister and ran towards House's side of the bed.


"He's having a seizure, hold him down! Give him 10 ml of morphine; his leg seems to be bugging him again." One of the doctors called out to the nurses as he rummaged through a drawer looking for supplies that were needed.


"Thanks for taking me for breakfast, Wilson." Cuddy said with a small smile as they came out of the elevators.

"No problem. So, House was moved to the third floor while we were gone. He is getting…" Wilson was walking with Cuddy down the hall but stopped mid-sentence when he saw a patient's room full of doctors. He glanced at the sheet of paper with House's new room number, and looked at the number for the crowded room.

"Getting...better? I hope so." Cuddy finished his sentence, which was added with a sad sigh.

"Are you sure he was moved to this floor? I don't see him anywhere…" Cuddy asked as she looked up at Wilson.

"Shit." Wilson said quietly and ran his hand threw his hair as he rushed over to the door.

"What's wrong…?" Cuddy cocked her head to the side to try and see into the room better, and slowly followed Wilson through the door.


"Yes, Daddy is awake," He told Daniel as he closed his eyes momentarily hoping the pain would magically disappear.

"Greg?" A soft voice asked kindly.

"My leg…it hurts – a lot." House said through clenched teeth.

"Come on, Daniel; let's go – Mommy needs to help Daddy's leg." Emily told her brother confidently as she started pulling him by his hand away from the queen sized bed.

Cuddy laughed as she watched the twins stagger back and forth – each one wanting to go in a different direction.

"My leg hurts! Can someone please give me Vicodin?" House asked in annoyance.

"Greg, calm down. I will get you your Vicodin, just be patient." Cuddy turned towards the arguing twins, "Why don't you two go play downstairs. I will start cooking breakfast after I help this injured soldier." She pointed towards their father.

"OK…" The four year olds mumbled as they walked out the door.

"Hello, Vicodin – now!" House complained as he shot Cuddy an evil stare.

"Greg, what is going on? You are acting different lately…I mean, first the stairs; now your attitude? You're acting like you did before we got engaged." Cuddy said as she took a deep breath and walked into the adjoining bathroom.

"Sorry, Cuddy" House said as he started massaging his leg.

Cuddy came back into the room with a glass of water and Vicodin bottle; one in each hand.

"Did you just call me 'Cuddy'?" She asked as he took the water and Vicodin from her.

"Yes…" House answered as he finished swallowing his pills as realization kicked in. Great, we are married…forgot that I need to call her Lisa. When he looked up, he saw tears falling down her cheeks.

"You haven't called me that in eight years! Why now? Are you sure you didn't hit your head?" Cuddy asked as she tried to hold back the sobs.

House jumped out of the bed and stepped close to her, glad that the Vicodin was working.

"I'm sorry, Lisa." He lifted her chin so she had no choice but to look him in the eye, "I love you; always have, always will." With that, he pulled her into a passionate kiss.