Chapter 11-Thanksgiving

They arrived at the Penthouse close to midnight because they didn't anticipate the traffic of cars driving around Princeton. They were in his mothers 2006 ford mustang, John House bought that car in 2006 when he and Blythe move from Texas to Lexington. The car is in Blythe's name, that is the reason why House exchange it.

Isaiah Wilson was there, House admired how Wilson's father loved his son like blood, Jacob and his family will be in tomorrow as well as Cuddy and family, Sarah was with Blythe at Baker, Chase and Thirteen will also join them. When they got home, Grayson was lifted on to Isaiah's lap. House smiled privately. "Greg, How are you about this?" Isaiah asked.

"The media publicity?" House clarified, playing nice.

"Yes," Isaiah answered moving Grayson so that he can sit down. Wilson was still down in the car with their stuff.

House answered his father in law in a soft even tone. "Yes, it sucks," Grayson murmured in protest while he was asleep. "Because, they were camping out in his" He pointed at Grayson, "school this Monday, camping at the hospital waiting for us to give an interview, "James and I we are private people." At this point Wilson walked in the room, House smiled at him. Wilson got Gray in his bedroom while House was talking to his father. Then Isaiah got to the guest bedroom and said goodnight to the two younger men. House join Wilson in their bedroom.

When they were in bed House wrap his arms on Wilson's neck on one of his still rare barring your soul moment said. "I am very thankful for my family, I love you, Jamey boy, Happy third thanksgiving to you, and Goodnight."

Wilson smiled a big open smile at House. "I love you too, Greg. Happy Thanksgiving."

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When Wilson woke up House was looking at him intently. 'God, he loves this man so much.' He thought House spoke. "James, it's 9:30." you should wake up already, Grayson is up 'playing and teaching' Mathew how to play the piano." Wilson got up and sighed.

"House." Wilson spoke "Happy second Anniversary." Thanksgiving is also their anniversary, it was the first time they slept together. They talked about for a month about the change in their relationship. House agrees reluctantly and to the best decision, he ever made except for when he was fifteen when he decided to be a doctor.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Wilson," They brush their lips with one another in a chaise kiss.

"We should go to our parents and my brother are here waiting for us." They got out of the of the room. The House-Wilson family got to cooking. Chase and Thirteen arrived at one in the afternoon. And Cuddy, Lucas, and Rachel arrived at two.

They eat in fun companionable silence with some interspersed with laughter or jokes from House and Wilson, They cooked everything from scratch. The turkey, mashed potatoes and the apple pie. Red wine for the adults and grape juice for the children.

After the meal and everyone left except Chase and Thirteen, the couple were drinking and Chase and Grayson were playing music, House and Wilson were sitting in the living room drinking beer and watching Grayson play piano and Chase the violin, House taught his son how to accompany voices, they were playing Queen's Love Of My Life. Grayson didn't understand the full context of the song, obviously but he played beautifully.

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After playing three more songs, House stood up and beckon Chase to sit with him on the dining room area. "Chase," House spoke in a reassuring tone. "Come here."

"House?" Chase questioned his mentor. "The media had been an ass even if the hospital had given a statement, they camp up my apartment." Chase sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah, you have no idea," House said in that annoyingly sweet tone of voice. "Chase," He said in a more serious tone. "How are you holding up?" He asked concern for Chase evident in his electric blue eyes. "House," Chase said pausing, He didn't want to tell a lie because House is a real concern for him. "It is hard that my personal life is aired on TV, but I am fine."

"I bet there is a photo of me and Wilson kissing on Nightline," House spoke annoyance evident. "Actually they had a picture because I send them like a screw you," House said with a smug little smile.

Chase smiled back at him.

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After the younger doctors left House was putting Grayson to bed when his son asked a question. "Daddy, Are you a faggot?" House closed his eyes and sighed, with caution ask.

"Where did you heard that word, Grayson?"

Grayson shrugged. "Daddy, I was watching the news with Grandpa Isaiah then somebody was talking about you and some guy say you and Papa are a faggot."

House rolled his eyes, of course, his kid will be watching TV with Isaiah. "First of all faggot, that word is a bad word, Grayson." Grayson gave his father a questioning look. Conveying, What do you mean? "You know Gray, that I loved you and your papa like no what matter, right?" Grayson nodded his head. "Papa and I are both men." Grayson gave House a funny look that conveyed the word duh.

House sighed. "When we kiss each other, that is what faggot meant, its the wrong word to say that word is derogatory when we say derogatory it meant it hurts people."

"Daddy, Are you hurt?" Grayson asked. House gave his son a sad smile.

"Grayson, you know what, you should be proud of who you are and your family, we are unique. And there is nothing wrong with our family and loving another man." House said giving his son reassuring hug. "I have you and papa in my life even if they hurt me as long as I lived I am happy, so good night, Grayson, I love you." He kissed Grayson's hair and left his boy's bedroom.

After House put Grayson to bed, and they had the anniversary nookie, He told Wilson about the conversation he had with their son. Wilson frowned obliviously and sighed loudly. "Though, I loved how you explain the word faggot as being derogatory to gay people," Wilson said leaning forward, and kissing House on the lips.

"Yeah, Good night, Jamey, Happy anniversary and thanksgiving," House said breaking the kiss.

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Friday

It was a cold December day when John pull Gregory from his room because the boy was misbehaving earlier that day. He had aced the test with an anti-Vietnam war piece. "Dad." Young Gregory said shouting a little. John was in a rage. His blue-grey eyes looking down at his son in anger and shame.

"You don't come in and write those sorts of things about the war the war that I am fighting for your sakes."

"Dad," Gregory spoke. "I don't want the ice bath, don't break my arm, I am attending a piano competition. I am sick, don't send me outside." He begged him to be let go of his father's cruel punishments.

Then John spoke out into Gregory's ear. "Oh, Greg," John said. If only if you can do something." A pause and he spoke again. "You can give me something since you weren't my son, you told me so."

House woke up gasping for air. "Dad!" He shouted. "Come on! Don't touch me." Wilson was instantly awake and hugging him close. Bad idea, because House flinched.

"Greg!" Wilson called, but House had no reaction. Wilson turned the light on to see House's blue eyes looking down but unseeing. "House!" Wilson exclaimed in worry he remembered, 18 months ago when House was in a catatonic state for a week Wilson didn't even know if he will get the love of his life back.

"What? James, What the heck is going on?"

"Well, I can ask you the same question as well." With House's questioning look. "You freaked out, wanna tell me about it?" "About the dream?" House asked. But when he looked up at Wilson the fear and shame in his eyes shine through.

Wilson hugged House and said. "I know, babe, you are gonna be okay." Wilson understood the meaning of House's reluctance to speak with him, its sexual.

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Friday Afternoon

They spent the day decorating their Christmas tree and buying gifts online from Amazon and others. At one point their son went to the piano and played John Lennon's Happy Christmas: War is Over. House's demeanor all day was quiet and subdued, he didn't speak more than two sentences all day but when their son played music House became more animated.

"That was so great, Grayson, I loved it so much." He said smiling at the boy. Wilson was happy to see House in this manner and if he is a little bit honest he is a little bit jealous of Grayson. All day he was coxing House to come out of it and just one song from their kid House was out of his semi catatonia.

"Greg." Wilson spoke."What do you like to eat for dinner?" He said From the kitchen so it was loud. Wilson saw House flinched. He ran towards House's direction and put a hand on House's shoulder this time House didn't flinch.

"What?" House asked, swallowing hard.

House was in and out and Wilson didn't know if his partner is ready to be on court on Tuesday, but if he said anything to House, nothing will happen or worse House will just yell at him. The only thing that he can do is to support his partner. "Greg, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing?" House said.

Oh God, Wilson thought, the stress is getting to him, House is in complete shut down mode. "Lord, help him, Make him be okay." House looked at him, his expression blank. Wilson closed his eyes.

"I am fine, James, I should have stopped him from." He looked at Grayson and when he was sure that their four-year-old wasn't listening, he blurted. "from raping me."

At least he is talking to me. Wilson thought. "You were a kid." House's guilt about the rape was evident. "Can I hug you, Greg?" House nodded. "Screw you, John House, he is stronger than you think!" Wilson half whispered. House looked up at him in disbelief, then House did hug back.

That statement from Wilson made House's day. His mood was better. He was back for today. Wilson loved the change in his partner smile, House smiled like a dope when he realized that Wilson was on his side. "Thank you," House said. "You were asking me why am I out of it today, I was thinking about the court."

The rest of Friday and Saturday was good to House's mood. Wilson thank god/universe that House will be okay.

End of Thanksgiving