I look at the ring shining in the light and smile. It's big, but not too big, a rounded, square-like princess cut on a platinum band. He wanted to do it last night so he could do it right, but he'd lost nerve and ended up doing it in the hallway of his hospital. I don't care. We're different and a normal, everyday proposal wouldn't fit us; this does.

We kissed and he slipped the ring on my finger clumsily before kissing me again, grabbing my ass and telling me if I didn't get home right now, he'd take it back. I smiled and complied, too ecstatic to protest. When I left, I went to the grocery store and picked up some food to make him a special dinner. I stop at the liquor store and grab three bottles of red wine.

I'm making some filet mignon, roasted potatoes and asparagus and as I cook, my ring keeps catching my eye. Dinner takes twice as long to make because I stop every few moments to admire it. It's beautiful and classy and so perfect.

I'm so giddy, I started drinking the moment I got home and have almost consumed an entire bottle of wine by the time House gets home. The lights are dimmed, candles are lit and I'm wearing a skimpy dress with no underwear. He comes in, his face serious.

He tells me I pulled vital information from him before he was ready and for that I have to pay, and when I smile at him, he smiles back. I put my left hand up to my mouth and tap my lips as if I'm thinking and I ask him what I could possibly do to pay him back, making sure my ring catches the light. I tell him I'll have to think long and hard about what I can do.

He chuckles and tells me that's a nice ring I'm wearing and wants to know where I stole it. I walk to him, lazily swinging my hips back and forth and put my arms around him. I tell him I tricked some sexy doctor into giving it to me. Aww, the poor guy, he says before kissing me and calling me a black widow. I know he tastes the wine on my lips when he asks me how much I've had to drink before he got home.

I laugh and walk into the kitchen, telling him I've knocked back most of a bottle. He seems pleased and says he's looking forward to sloppy drunk sex later. I laugh and bring out our plates. He's pleased with the work I've done, seasoning the potatoes and wrapping the filet in bacon. We drink more wine and before I know it, I'm drunk and giggly.

I sit in his lap and ask him if he really wants to marry me. The candle light is soft and relaxing and romantic. He looks me in the eyes and tells me yes, he really does. I ask him when he knew and he sighs and says it was the other day when I was giving him head as he ate the turkey sandwich I'd made him. This makes me laugh and I tell him I knew when he told me I didn't have to get a job so I could lie around his apartment all day, using up all his money.

He laughs and says we're poor now, he spent it all on the ring and my outburst earlier cost him his job, so now I had to go get a job so I could be his sugar momma and support him. I slowly raise the hem of my dress and toss it onto a lamp. I love being naked in our apartment, free to walk around, knowing I'm being admired.

I lie down on the couch, my legs over his and I ask him when he wants to get married. He takes my foot in his hands and kisses my ankle and starts working his way up my shin. Between kisses he tells me we can get married whenever I want. I laugh and he works his way past my knee and his tongue touches me and my back arches.

I run my fingers through his hair and tell him I love him. After I come, he tells me he loves me, too. To hear it feels better than the orgasm.

xXxXx

I'm getting so much shit from everyone right now, it's incredible. I wanted to do it last night so I could do it right, but I'd lost nerve and ended up doing it in the hallway of the hospital in front of all these idiots. Word has spread and everyone's gossiping.

We kissed and I slipped the ring on her finger clumsily before kissing her again, grabbing her ass and telling her if she didn't get home right now, I'd take it back. She smiled and left, too ecstatic to protest. When I turned around I still had an audience. I groan and try to walk past them and get back to work, wishing they'd all drop it but knowing they won't.

Wilson says he's glad I've finally stopped being a stubborn ass and made a commitment to something I really care about. Cuddy looks floored, completely surprised I'm actually dedicated enough to Henri to want to marry her. Kutnar is laughing and Foreman is just shaking his head. Cameron looks kind of pissed and I'm not sure why.

I tell them to fuck off and leave my personal life out of this so we can try to solve this case. Cuddy wants to know if I'm actually going to marry her or if I just gave her the ring to keep her around. I brush off the question and tell Cuddy I'm sorry I didn't ask her first, but Henri let me grab her boobs first and beat Cuddy out of first place.

I go through the day dodging questions and words of congratulations. Isn't anything sacred in this hospital? Word got around too quickly because of nurses and receptionists passing around rumors.

I open the door to the apartment and see Henri has the lights low, candles going and I can smell her cooking. She's looking to celebrate and I want to mess with her so I put on my serious face and walk in. She's wearing a skimpy little cotton dress and she isn't wearing a bra and probably isn't wearing underwear, either. From the blush on her cheeks, I can tell she's been drinking.

I tell her she pulled vital information from me before I was ready and for that, she has to pay and when she smiles at that, I can't help but smile back. She puts her left hand to her mouth and taps at her lips as if she's thinking and she makes the diamond of her ring catch the light. She asks me what she could possibly do to pay me back; she'll have to think long and hard about what she could do.

I chuckle and tell her it's a nice ring she's wearing and I ask her where she stole it. She walks over to me, her hips swaying and she puts her arms around me. She tells me she tricked some sexy doctor into giving it to me. Aww, the poor guy, I say before kissing her and calling her a black widow. I taste the wine on her lips and ask her just how much she'd been drinking before I got home.

Henri laughs and walks into the kitchen, telling me she's knocked back most of a bottle. I'm pleased and tell her I'm looking forward to sloppy drunk sex later. She laughs and brings out our plates: filet mignon wrapped in bacon, cooked perfectly medium, roasted potatoes and asparagus. We finish another bottle of wine and before I know it, Henri is wasted and giggling like a moron.

We move to the couch and she sits in my lap and asks me if I really want to marry her. The candle light and the wine are putting me at ease. I look at her and tell her yes, I really do. I don't listen to the voice tugging at the back of my head, reminding me of how scared shitless I am about the situation. She wants to know when I knew I wanted to marry her and I sigh and tell her it was the other day when she was giving me head as I ate the turkey sandwich she made me. I got some honey mustard in her hair and never told her. She laughs and tells me she knew when I told her she didn't have to get a job so she could lie around my apartment all day, using all my money.

I laugh and tell her we're poor now, I spent it all on the ring and her outburst at the hospital cost me my job, so now she has to get a job so she can be my sugar momma and support me. She stands and raises the hem of her dress and tosses it onto a lamp. I love it when she walks around naked in my apartment, free to walk around so I can admire her.

She lies down on the couch, her long, slender legs over mine and she asks me when I want to get married. I take her foot in my hands and kiss her ankle and start working my way up her shin. Between kisses I tell her we can get married whenever she wants. Really, I don't want to talk about when and I don't want to think about when. Ever since I decided to ask her to marry me, I've been frightened about actually closing the deal. She laughs and I work my way past her knee and my tongue touches her and her back arches.

She runs her fingers through my hair and she tells me she loves me. After she comes, I tell her I love her, too. I do. To actually say it relieves me to no end because it's the truth and I know it.