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Cuddy spent most of Sunday unpacking, with a little help from House and a lot of help from Wilson.
At one point, House and Wilson were unpacking things in the master bedroom. Wilson was opening the boxes very gingerly, peering in to each one warily.
House noticed the way Wilson was behaving. "What's up with that?" he asked. "You afraid of coming across our pet tarantula? Or our sex toy collection?"
"TMI," Wilson said. "Actually, I was hoping to avoid the box with Cuddy's unmentionables."
"Funny, I was looking for that one," House said. "You know, for an adult heterosexual male, you are such a wuss about stuff like that."
"Not fair!" Wilson exclaimed. "She's my boss. Forgive me if I don't want to be thinking about whether she's wearing the red or the black bra and panties during my evaluation."
"That's the only thing that gets me through my evaluations," House retorted. "That, and checking out the funbags. Hey, did you know that now that she's knocked up, they're getting bigger?"
"Please tell me that's just from visual observation, and that I'm not going to find a pair of calipers in one of these boxes . . . " Wilson asked hesitantly.
House didn't respond, but gave Wilson a wicked smile.
"Oh my God!" Wilson exclaimed, "And Cuddy went along with this?'
"Sure," House said. "She agreed in her sleep, which, conveniently enough, is when I take the measurements."
"And what are you doing with this 'data'?" Wilson asked. "If there are spreadsheets and graphs involved . . . "
"Every good scientist needs to analyze his data," House proclaimed innocently.
As he had in so many other conversations with House over the years, Wilson put up his hands in surrender. "Let's just get some of this stuff unpacked, okay?"
As they continued to pick through the boxes, they heard instruments being tuned, followed by music being played next door.
"That sounds fantastic," Wilson said approvingly. "She's just amazing, isn't she?"
"Why, Wilson, I had no idea you were such a fan of things baroque," House teased. "I'm not going to have to intervene to keep you from trying to marry her by the end of the week, am I?"
"I think you're so old, you've started to forget things," Wilson said. "I haven't been married since Julie and I split up eight years ago, and I haven't been in a serious relationship since, well, you know . . . "
Even after all this time, there was still some lingering pain for both men at the mention of Amber, so they let it slide. "At least I hope you got something last night," House said, bringing the conversation back to the present as quickly as he could.
Wilson said nothing, but he did get a rather large grin on his face.
"Way to go, dawg!" House exclaimed.
The unpacking continued through the day.
Although Andie couldn't help, she was there at dinnertime with some more food.
"You didn't have to do this," Cuddy told her after she thanked her.
"Well, you know how ugly musicians get when you don't feed them," she explained, "So, I just made a little extra for you."
The way Andie was eyeing Wilson, Cuddy was pretty sure there was more to it than just being neighborly.
After they finished the meal, Andie helped clean up and she left with her daughter and Wilson.
"What's going on with the two of them?" Cuddy asked after Rachael was in bed.
"From what I understand, Wilson got lucky last night," House said with a salacious grin. "Let's hope the trend continues."
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A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but it's my first featuring a House/Wilson interaction, so please let me know if it worked.