Chapter 8 Several hours later—Cuddy's Office
Cuddy set the phone down and breathed a sigh of relief. Wilson's treatment cleared up his condition. House had managed to keep things super professional (at least where he was concerned) with Wilson. Given his feelings, I wasn't sure that he could do it. I should have more faith. She looked at the plastic container resting on her desk.
It contained the syringes containing the treatments.
If I do it, House should be the one to do the honors. She frowned, feeling her own doubt and instincts suddenly yelling "NO" at her.
"Everything's set with the world. Both Jimmies will be fine. Imagine, he and Ms. Doggie Doc'll be able to do things the old fashioned way—quite a trip if you ask me," he retorted.
She rolled her eyes as she closed the blinds. "Don't lecture me, House."
"Why not? Someone needs to," he argued.
Removing her suit jacket and throwing it over the chair, she shrugged. "Some people don't have it that good." She opened the container to reveal the prepared syringes. "I need one of these twice a day."
He rolled his eyes but said nothing. "Bend over. Least I can enjoy the view while I'm doing this."
She sighed and did so, pulling up her skirt as she did so. "Just do it already."
He shook his head but respected her wishes. He started toward her rear end with the needle.
Just as the needle was about to touch her skin, she yelled, "Stop!"
"Whoa. And I thought the kids in the clinic were bad about needles. Geez! Big bad boss afraid of needles—whoever would of thought that?" he gibed.
"Cut it out. It's not that," she protested while standing up. She took a deep breath and staggered to her chair. "Now you've done it." She broke down, sobbing.
He winced. "Crap, Cuddy, I didn't even touch you!"
"You just don't get it, DO YOU? All of your talk about doing things the 'old fashioned way', etc., you want that, don't you?" she insisted.
For the second time in four hours, he had nothing to say…or rather admit. So he looked at her, letting her see what he had bottled up there.
…and passing through Levels 2 and 3 in the process.
She wiped her eyes. "All right. I need to ask two questions. No lies all right?"
"You're asking a lot."
"I'll deal with it," she retorted. "First, if you were a father, how would you feel about the baby?"
He shrugged. "It's my kid. I'll do my part. You know that."
"And the other person involved?" she queried.
He stared deeply into her eyes and, as seriously as he could, answered, "She shares her life with me, I share mine with her. If it's the right person of course."
"Of course," she agreed. "And if I were to ask?"
"Is that a proposal, Cuddy?" he asked her pointedly.
"Half of one. You started it," she replied, smirking at him to hide her nerves. "Well?"
"I don't have the damn ring. Trust me?" he asked.
"Always even I don't always admit it," she conceded. Then smiling, she asked, "Can I have my treatment already?"
He rolled his eyes. "Demanding, aren't you?"
"I am the boss," she asserted.
He snorted sarcastically, "Yeah I forgot." He eased them both down onto her desk and kissed her before getting to the business at hand….
