1 Year 10 Month 3 Weeks
Living with House was simple. For almost a year the unsanctioned hallway had connected the two condos had been in place. The two spent most of their free time together but if they ever needed space they still had it. They still kept their own bedrooms, both creatures of habit, but they never slept alone. Had to be the weirdest marriage on file yet.
Cameron wasn't naïve, she knew there had been 'ladies of the night' and a masseuse that was known to give happy endings. As long as they had admitted they were together she found that he would get a massage from the PT department in the hospital.
Cameron never expected House to be any different than he was before. If he couldn't remember to hang/fold clothes as soon as the dryer stopped so that his button downs weren't wrinkled before they got married he wasn't going to magically start after they got married. She knew entering the marriage that a maid would be a life saver and that nagging would get her nowhere.
Sometimes they slept in her condo, sometimes his, right now they were working their way towards sleeping on the couch, which happened more times than she cared to admit. Cameron's head was snuggled on his chest and she could tell something was on his mind. When he was ready he would tell her.
Her musings brought her to Wilson, a semi-frequent constant in one of the two condos. House's relationship with Wilson was a given and sometimes it was nice to have a night alone while the guys were out. The pranks and bets sometimes got out of hand between the two but they never made it to her side of the condo.
The gossip about their marriage was little to none at work. There weren't any yelling battles or getting caught in compromising positions. They led a surprisingly quiet married life at work. House never tried to 'jump' her, though he obviously knew that she didn't have a problem with work sex but she found he was a thoughtful lover and thus mused that janitor closet sex did allow for his thoughtfulness.
"I found Thirteen." House stated simply 30 minutes later.
"Oh." Cameron mumbled having almost fallen asleep.
"I need to go get her."
"Okay." Cameron wasn't afraid of Thirteen; she knew that House and Thirteen had a weird connection. The way Thirteen had left bothered him but Cameron knew he had to do this. "How long?"
"Don't know." He stated simply.
"Bring her back safely." She felt the kiss on the top of her head and fell asleep listening to his heart's steady beat. Anyone else would have asked a million questions. Cameron trusted him, right there was the reason the marriage worked so well.