Chapter Twenty

Cuddy's POV

Around dinner, Sunday night…

Pacing the living room, Cuddy wrapped the bathrobe around her shoulders and sank onto the couch. Since she and House had gotten back to his apartment three hours ago, they had already ended up having sex twice since they had come through the door, once that had actually been in the shower ten minutes ago. Now, she buried her head in her hands, slightly embarrassed at her actions since she and House had gotten back, and sighed.

"You okay Cuddy?" House asked, sitting besides her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"No, I'm not." She responded, "We had sex twice in the past four hours, and you're expecting me to be okay?"

"One time for every two hours," He smirked, "It's almost five, that's another hour," he kissed her cheek, then pulled back seeing her flinch.

"What if … what if I get pregnant? I can't handle this, not with Rachel …" Cuddy began, letting her fears be known. "I can't raise a baby on my own."

"Who said it was on your own?"

"I … I didn't think you were good with babies."

"The thing would be my child Cuddy," House tried to reassure her, "We would have had this baby, together," Moving closer, he kissed her cheek, then slipped his arm around her waist, burying his face in her hair. "I love you, and not just you, but everything about you. The way you talk, the way you think … everything."

"Would you come with me? I … I need to tell Wilson," she began, "I decided,"

"I told you I wasn't going to make you choose – right … Wilson still is." He realized, as Cuddy moved towards the bedroom, dropping the bathrobe along the way. "Are you sure about this?" Leaning against the doorjamb, he watched as she pulled a t-shirt from his dresser and put them, as well as her jeans, on before running her fingers through her hair.

She slipped her hand into his and they walked quietly down to the motorcycle, House leaning slightly heavily on his cane than he normally would. "Your leg bothering you?" She asked, glancing at it quickly.

"Apparently it doesn't agree with sex on your desk," he kissed her forehead, allowing her to take the bike helmet from under his arm, as he pulled one from a box in the parking garage. They both pull on their helmets, and climbed on the bike, letting it roar to life, before pulling off towards Wilson's apartment.

Ten minutes later, they arrived, and House cringed inwardly, seeing the familiar Volvo in a parking space by the door. But Cuddy ignored it, and marched up to the door, ringing the doorbell as House came up behind her.

"Cuddy…and House?" the door opened and Wilson looked out, a box of instant macaroni in his hand.

"Wilson," Nodding, his arm tightened around Cuddy's waist, "How are you?"

Shrugging, Wilson ignored his comment, leaning forwards and kissing Cuddy on the cheek. She pulled back after a few moments and turned her head as his lips moved towards hers. "You choose House over me?" He asked, realizing what she was saying.

A second nod, and House's arms wrapped even tighter around her waist, "Any problems?"

"Yeah," Wilson growled, ignoring the box of macaroni in his hand, "She doesn't deserve you. Lisa deserves someone who she can rely on through anything."

"And I can't?"

"You're the same guy who gets drunk the minute something doesn't go his way."

"Really? I thought you were the one who usually suggested we go out for a drink."

"A drink! Not ten beers." He stopped, "Besides, you weren't with me the night Amber died."

"What's she got to do with this? If you only answered your damn pager then it would've been fine."

"No it wouldn't have! I could have been on that bus with you! Would you rather her or me die?"

"Neither, but you usually drive your car, Amber didn't have one. Besides, why should Cuddy marry you when you're constantly moping around about Amber?"

"I never suggested Cuddy should marry me!"

"Then why should she date you?"

"Because I should move on!"

"Move on? I haven't seen you being interested in many other women, the minute it's Cuddy, you jump on it."

"That's because I like her."

"And I can't too?"

"I didn't say that!"

"Then it's settled, Cuddy wants to be with me, you can still love her, you just can't have her."

"Did you choose you, or did you force her to?"

"House isn't making me choose," she interrupted quietly, blinking gratefully at him, "I choose him, I'm sorry Wilson. I'd rather have a husband and a best friend, then be married to someone that I love and have my other best friend hate me."

"I'd hate Wilson, not you."

"Great, I could say the same to you."

AN: Cliffy! Next chapter skips to the next day (Monday) at PPH. Also – who wants a Huddy baby?

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~KM