Moments
A/N: Aww I still own nothing… evil, evil people!
Chapter 9 Time Goes By
He heard them as they whispered outside his door. He chuckled as he pulled on a blue button-up over his black T-shirt.
"What have you turned my children in too?" he asked his lovely wife, who shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"Why aren't they 'you're children' when the school calls?" her fingers combed her beautiful chocolate highlighted hair.
He wrapped his arms around her petite frame, and buried his face in her neck.
She put her palms against his chest and tried to push him away, but her body gave up as soon as his lips started a wonderful torture on her neck.
"EEEEWWW!" a little voice said as they pushed open the door to the main bedroom.
"That's why," he whispered against her lips before he stole a quick peck.
"You two are disgusting," said the seven-year-old brunet, her baseball cap on backwards and curly hair in a ponytail. Her two front teeth were missing, and she had a bandage on her left elbow.
"Leave them alone Olivia," her twin warned her; even though she did think it was nauseating to see her parents kiss. Her hair fell in curls down her back and she rolled her eyes, just as her mother had a few minutes before.
"My name is not Olivia! Mommy named me Alexi!"
"Well mommy used it as your middle name, didn't she?" she spat, arms crossed and blue eyes glared.
"Will you two please not start this for another twenty minutes? That way you'll be in school and be the teacher's problem," Greg said very amused at his twin daughters.
"She started it!" Alexi pointed at her sister
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did t-"
"I said twenty minutes," their father said in his 'one more word and you'll be grounded' voice
The twins quieted and looked up at their father then turned to their mother, innocent looks on their faces.
"Go get your school stuff ready" Allison said as she stroked both her daughters' cheeks, they turned around and ran to their room.
"I prayed they wouldn't turn out like you," she moaned at their retreating backs.
"You're atheist," he looked at her with mock surprise
"And to think they could have been perfectly normal children, if only you had remembered the condom!" Allison winked at him and laughed gently as she walked out of the room, her husband's glare followed her.
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"You know what I have just realized?" House asked Wilson that day over lunch
"I'm going to regret this. But what have you just realized?" Wilson took a bite from his sandwich and looked at his best friend.
"You have yet to cheat on Cuddy"
"She's my wife!"
"Didn't stop you before," House pointed out.
"How Allison is able to live with you amazes me." Wilson sighed "the woman must be a saint"
"I don't think saints can be that good in bed," House smiled as Wilson sighed in defeat.
Wilson had miraculously been married to the same woman, who in case happened to be Lisa Cuddy -she had chosen not to change her name- for the last six years. And the dream of Dr. Cuddy had of being a mother was granted in the form of three boys. Three years after Joshua they became proud parents of Shawn Markus Wilson, and three years after him Kyle Victor Wilson had joined the happy family.
Outside of work it was no surprise that the two families got along extremely well. They often planned vacations and weekends together; sometimes Eric Foreman, his wife Amanda Gonzales Foreman and his two kids Jasmine, 4, and Jackson, 2, joined them. Robert Chase had also on occasion joined the families with his three-year-old Hannah and nine-month-old Charlie, accompanied of course by his British wife Annie.
For a hated old jerk Gregory House had become quiet popular over the years.
He hadn't changed much over the years as some thought he would. He was still a jerk, still ran away from the Clinic duty just as the Devil ran away from a cross.
But he was happy. His life was nowhere close to being perfect. He would fight with Allison just as much as any married couple fought, his children would drive him insane, he had a semi-bum leg, and was still addicted to pain killers.
But it was those moments that hung in pictures on the walls of his home. Moments when he was smiling, when his children were behaving or doing something for the first time, when they were at a soccer game, baseball, or ice skating, a birthday, or the holidays. The moments that brought back so many good memories, it was for those moments that he lived.
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A little about everyone… I was going to write more, but this was all that came to mind. Sorry these last few chapters have been short. But please leave a review.
GabbyAbby
