I wake up in the morning and see that House and I are cuddled close together on the bed and smile to myself. "House." I untangle myself from him and get up to wash my face.
"Wha?" He says half asleep.
"Get up." I say throwing his pants at him. "And you better be wearing boxers." I grab my clothes and go take my shower locking the door just incase he tries to come in. After a minute I hear something in the lock. "If you pick the lock I swear to god I'll kill you House."
I hear him laugh, muffled by the door. "I need to pee Cuddy!"
"I have another bathroom down the hall. You know that!"
"But that one's all girly."
"And this one isn't? This is the one I always use! It's probably more girly!" I frown at the door finishing up my shower. I get out and open the door wrapped in my robe. "If you insist you can use this one." I have my clothes and makeup in my arms as I brush by him and go to the guest bathroom to get ready for work.
"Thanks." He mutters making it obvious he really only wanted to get in there in a lame attempt to see me naked again.
I laugh to myself and get dressed and do my makeup. "Do you want breakfast?"
"What are you making?" He calls through the bathroom, although I don't know what he's doing, he didn't take a shower and he's already peed.
"Food." I respond then frown, realizing what he's probably doing. "You better not be mastrubating in there!"
"Too late."
"HOUSE!" I yell through the door.
He laughs. "Don't worry I promise I'll clean up after."
I glower at the door. "I swear to god I'm going to kill you if I even think I see anything that came out of you! You shouldn't be masturbating in my bathroom!" I grab the key and unlock it but don't open it. "Put it away."
"Or what? You'll open the door? I'm ok with that."
I frown and relock the door. "I'm not cooking for you."
"Please?"
"Come out here then." I hear the door unlock and frown at myself. "Make sure your pant's are up and zipped before I see you."
"Damn." He barely mutters and I hear him zip his pants.
I try not to sigh in relief. "What do you want?"
"What are the options?"
"Cereal, eggs."
"Eggs."
I get the eggs. "How do you like them?"
"Far away from my sperm." I look down upset and walk away turning off the burner. "Where are you going?"
"Bathroom." My voice cracks and I hope he doesn't notice.
"What's wrong?"
I shake my head and lock my door sitting on my bed close to crying. He comes in through the bathroom where I forgot he could come in. "Damn. Go away House."
"Just tell me what's wrong." He says confused. I walk away and he catches my arm. "Cuddy. Just tell me."
I look at you barely whispering. "You said you'd have a baby with me." I pull my hand away and lock myself in the bathroom locking both doors.
He picks the lock quickly and frowns at me seeing the tears slipping out of my eyes, betraying me. "Cuddy."
I glare at him. "I would have been ok if you said no you know!" I look down. "I know you know that. So here's my question. Why the FUCK would you say yes and take it back? To hurt me?" I say both angrily and hurt.
"I meant it Cuddy. I didn't say I wanted a baby I said I'd have one with you if you wanted."
"That's not what I wanted House!" I shake my head and get up. "You don't understand. Just go home."
"What did you want then?"
"I wanted to know if you wanted a baby with me. I don't want a baby that looks like you if you don't want a baby!" I sigh. "Just go home. I'm fine."
"You were crying!"
"Yeah, well, you got my hopes up. Stupid me." I frown.
"I'd still do it if you wanted." I look at him.
"But that's not the point. I couldn't stand having your baby and seeing you every day but never seeing you together. Or at least not happy or together." I look down never realizing just how much my happiness level depends greatly on his until now.
"I could try. I mean I hate kids but I think it'd be different if it was our baby." He looks embarrassed. "I don't know though."
I look at him with a deadly glare. "Don't fucking screw with me House!"
"I'm not. And I'm not making any promises. I could hate the little bastard. But I don't know that I won't like the kid." He looks at me.
"You better not be screwing with me."
"I'm not."
I look at you. "Swear?"
"Bitch."
I laugh and kiss you then realize what I'm doing and pull away blushing. He pulls me back and kisses me. "Damn. You're a good kisser."
"You should see me in bed." He responds in his usual cocky way.
I roll my eyes. "Is there anything you wouldn't do to get laid?" He stares at me blankly for a minute and I laugh. "Is that a no?"
"Well have you looked in the mirror lately?"
I roll my eyes and smile at him. "Thanks."
I stand up and he gets up as well with some help from me and we walk out to the kitchen. "I was promised breakfast."
I roll my eyes and pull out the eggs. "How do you like your eggs? And if you say spermless again I'll kill you."
"Do you do make scrambled?"
I roll my eyes. "You eat like a little kid." I make him scrambled eggs and make myself and omelette and put the plates on the table and sit across from him.
He looks at them. "There's no cheese on them."
"You're cheesy enough on your own."
"Ha ha." He frowns at me. "Please get me cheese?"
"No. It's in the fridge if you want to go get it." He laughs and I roll my eyes at him eating my food.
"But I'm a cripple."
I raise an eyebrow at him. "If you want to use that here I'm using it everywhere."
"I wouldn't mind that." He smirks at me.
I smirk right back. "Including sex. Never on top, never doggie style or any other style where I'm not ontop of you… Should I continue?"
I struggle not to laugh when he gulps. "I'm not that bad off! It's distance that does me in." He tries to find a way to both not have to get up and not have to give up his favorite position."
"One or the other buddy." I smile at him sweetly.
He grumbles as he gets up to get the cheese. "Get my own cheese."
I smile triumphantly. "Want to go out today?"
"Don't you have a meeting at that clinic thingie?"
"Come with me?"
"Do I have too?"
"Well no, but I would like it if you did."
"How much would you like it?"
I roll my eyes. "I'm not bargaining sex. If we do it we do it if we don't we don't. Got it?"
"Got it." He looks at me. "How much would you like it?"
"A lot. I want you to be there, if you want too."
"Fine I'll go. But only because of how hot you looked with the stripper last night."
"Stripper? What stripper? What did I do?" I look at you frowning. Then remember the promise and groan. "I didn't do it. Did I?"
"You did. It's hot. Wanna see? I have it on my phone."
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and shows me the video and I blush. "I can't believe I actually did it." I frown.
"You were going to break our deal?" He acts hurt but we both know he's not really.
"Of course I was! Can you really see me doing that? Sober I mean."
"That'd be even more hot! I have a birthday coming up…"
"You hate your birthday. Not doing it. We need to go to work. Who have you told we're dating?"
"No one. I'm waiting until we have sex to admit I like you to anyone but you. You make great scrambled eggs by the way."
I roll my eyes. "You're a child."
"I'm older than you."
"That only means my body hasn't aged as much as yours. I'm more mature that you will ever be." I smile at you.
He laughs. "I hope I can keep up with you." I frown feeling and looking guilty Momentarily thinking about his leg and he frowns. "That's not what I meant Cuddy."
"I know." I smile at him and clear our plates washing the dishes.
"Cuddy. Stop beating yourself up over that!"
I don't respond frowning and jump when he comes up behind me and rubs my shoulders. I sigh and lean into his touch. "Why are you making me feel better about this? I hurt you."
"That was a long time ago."
I frown and turn to face him. "It affects you every day."
"I can deal."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah I can tell." I pull him in for a soft chaste kiss then finish up the dishes. "Do you want to carpool or ride your bike?"
"I want to drive!"
"And I want…" I trail off thinking. "I want to fix everything I've ever regretted."
"But I can drive!"
"Not in my car!"
"I drove you home."
"That's different. I was drunk. I'm not drunk right now."
"I drove to the club too."
I roll my eyes blushing a little. "That's because I wanted your hand on my leg. And I didn't want to crash when you tried to go too far which I knew you would, because you're you. I'm on my way to work now. I don't want you to do that on the way to work. So I'm driving."
"You wanted me to touch you?"
"In a non-sexual way!" I frown at him and get into the drivers seat.
"Why not now?"
"Because you're very good at sneaking your hand up." I frown at him. "Are you getting in or no?"
"I want to drive."
"Why?"
"Because I like to drive."
I sigh. "Fine. But if you break the speed limit I'm never letting you drive again." I get out and sit on the passenger side.
He smiles at me and gets in. "Thank you." He starts to drive and puts his hand on my knee again playing with the material of my skirt once again. I smile but make sure to watch his hand and slap it if he tries to get any higher. He doesn't and we get to work that way. I smile at him and go to work. "See you tonight."
"You're definitely going?" I say hopefully.
"Well I drove your car here so I don't have an escape route." He tosses my keys too me and I smile. "Thanks. This means a lot to me."
He shrugs and walks away. I smile and go to work.
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