Chapter Twenty-Nine: What Do You Mean Easter Eggs

Chapter Twenty-Nine: What Do You Mean Easter Eggs?

March 23rd: Easter Morning, Hotel Suite

Wilson woke up first on Easter Morning. The mid-morning light streamed through the hotel's thin white curtains and right onto his face so he woke up gently and slowly; the way he preferred compared to an alarm clock blaring in his ears. Yawning and stretching he noticed that House was still asleep soundly next to him. James noticed the rough stubble that covered Greg's jaw, and how the faint golden light shining on half of his face made him look almost angelic. Well. Almost. He smiled to himself and slowly and carefully to not wake House up, climbed out of bed and into the bathroom.

Once there, Wilson saw the hotel mini-bottles of shampoo and conditioner and body wash and decided to take a relaxing vacation bath. Closing the door softly behind him, he also turned on the brass hot water faucet. As he stepped out of his briefs his eye caught a laminated pamphlet next to the sink and towels. Picking it up and reading it over, he smiled again to himself, an idea popping in his head.

The "Angel" Wakes Up

"What the hell do you mean an 'Easter Egg Hunt For Grown-Ups?'" House growled to Wilson, his blue eyes that were groggy from sleep a moment ago, were now wide with confusion and disbelief. James sat on his edge of the bed, towel drying his hair, the hotel bathrobe hugging his damp form, and smiled at Greg, this time with hopefully more muster than before.

"It is exactly what it sounds like. We go downstairs into the lobby, get a GPS and a rental car, and we travel around New York logging for adult prizes, or "eggs"." House looked at his lover like he had to be joking, please tell me you're joking, I am much too old for kiddy games. Wilson would not be silenced, he kept on going, this time more confident to get through to the difficult man with the newspaper on his lap, and his blue eyes staring right through him.

"It would be something fun we can do together, it fits the holiday, you said you wanted to see more of New York before we go home later tonight. And the grand prize is a Nintendo Wii with three of our choice of games." With the last argument said, James lifted his bushy brown eyebrows and smiled hopefully at House.

House was convinced at the Wii part, but he squinted his eyes once more, one more question on his mind, and Wilson read it before it was spoken. He stood up and walked over to House's side of the bed, "Don't worry, Greg. You won't need to walk anywhere except out of the car and out of the elevator into the lobby. When we are there I will pay for us to participate in the Hunt. Give it a shot, please." A little pout used here. "For me?"

Greg's icy and morning heart melted at the sight of those big brown puppy eyes and pout, and he smirked in return. "I'll not only do it for you to get that pitiful look off your face, but so I can beat your ass at some good ol' fun of video games,"

Wilson's true angelic face beamed, "Good." He straightened up to walk towards the suitcase near the foot of the bed, "It starts at 11:00 so we have about 45 minutes for you and I to get some breakfast--"

Before he could finish he was cut off with a pulling of the collar of his robe so he was lying on top of House and a stubbled kiss. House slipped one of his hands under the robe, the other one untying the sash so his lover was naked on top of him, and he smirked again, the devilish side showing himself again, and muttered into Wilson's neck, "Good. Cause I am hungry,"

Down in the lobby about 45 minutes later

"I can't believe you made us miss Free Brunch."

"Oh, like you didn't enjoy yourself up there. You are friskier almost every time."

"Stop it. You are embarrassing me. And besides…we are in public. No one should know what we are up to in New York."

John and Blythe House stepped out of the hotel elevator and walked up to the lobby desk. On the way there, John took one of the "free" bananas from a bowl of fruit being carried away by a bell-hop. The ripped off-woman was climbing onto the elevator they just got off of. Blythe gave him a stern look as he peeled the fruit and took a bite, but faked a pleasant smile to the uniformed man behind the desk. "Hello. We would like too tickets to the 'Easter Egg Hunt for Grown-Ups', please"

The man smiled politely and ripped two tickets off of a reel, "That would be 100.00 please Mrs. House," Blythe gave her husband another disapproving look, as if she expected him to cover the bill. She pulled out her checkbook and started to write a check.

John was still eating his banana, his legs spread equally apart, but his back was to the desk, he was watching the perimeter. He watched everyone walk by with blue watchful eyes that his only son had inherited. The usual crowd. Travelers. Bell-hops. Business men and pretty trophy wives. No surprises. Without giving it a second thought, he stuffed the empty banana peel in a potted plant near the desk.

The elevator dinged open again and one thing the ex-army sergeant was surprised to see was his son limp out with his best friend. They were giving each other a secret smile, their eyes only on each other as if the rest of this crowded lobby didn't matter. As if in slow motion he watched as his son turn towards the counter and approach it, and then the shared blue eyes met. One pair stayed confused. The other one became fearful and wide.

A/N: Please, please, please forgive the long wait. My family wanted me to spend more time with them this summer. Instead of staying with my school friends as originally planned I am here with the entire group that raised me. As much as I love to be around familiar faces, I wanted to write more of this story. I finally found a computer and enough free time to write. Tell me what you think. Was it a good thing or a bad thing that House also has to go through a "Family Reunion"? What do you think should happen next? All of your opinions matter and I have missed you all very much. It might be a couple weeks until I get around to comment replies, but feel free. Hope wherever you are, you are happy and enjoying life. I am. For the most part. Gotta run. Home cookin' beckons!