Hello sweetie! Well sweeties... haha Here's another chapter. Before I let you go off and read, M would like me to ask you all that if it is possible for you to show an episode of House in one of your classes to do so, because she did so recently and she ended up creating a new fan. On another note, I suggest you read "Fix You" By paramorefreak24. It's very good and it's only on the first chapter, and seeing as Im her beta, I can guarantee to you that you will not be disappointed! So yeah, the usual. I'll try to update within the next week or two, I've got a lot school stuff to do. OH AND WHO'S EXCITED FOR LISA'S 3 EPISODES OF THE GOOD WIFE? :'D She's back and I cried. aha So there you have it, enjoy and don't forget to leave a review!
"Why am I here?"
"Because since you told her she could be a pirate for Halloween, you're helping her pick out everything she needs." Cuddy said as they walked down one of the many aisles at Halloween Express.
House rolled his eyes before waving a hand at Rachel.
"Come on kid. Let's go pick out your costume."
"K!" Rachel said enthusiastically as she ran ahead of them towards the aisle dedicated specifically for pirate costumes.
"What's wrong with her being a pirate for Halloween?" He asked as Cuddy walked along side him, the distance between the odd.
"Nothing, but the fact that you told her I would dress as a pirate as well without my consent is what's wrong."
"Oh come on. We'll all be pirates. It'll be pretty damn awesome."
"That's beside the point. The next time you plan on telling our daughter something that would put me in a compromising position should it not happen, I want to discuss it first."
"There's nothing compromising about that Cuddles. It's simple, you say yes. Because we both know that you can't say no to your little girl, or your big man."
"Do you wanna bet?" She said in an annoyed tone as she stopped in her tracks.
House studied her for a moment before deciding to drop it. It was obvious that she was in a bad mood, and the last thing he wanted was to have to deal with that at home. Not only that, but he didn't want to an argument to ensue in front of Rachel should he push her too far. That was not something he ever wanted their daughter to experience.
Rachel was not his biological daughter but that did not change the fact that he wanted her to have a better childhood than he did, especially when it came to her family life. He didn't want her to be subjected to witness a nasty argument between himself and her mother. He had overheard one too many of his own parents arguments during his own childhood. If he and Cuddy needed to argue over a matter, they waited until they were sure Rachel was deeply asleep, although if she were awake she wouldn't overhear them seeing as they tried to keep it down as low as possible in case she ever where awake during one of their arguments. Nonetheless they both wanted to make sure that she never heard the things they said to each other while they were arguing. Things could get nasty quick, but they knew that what was said was deep down not meant at all, that it was their own sick way of foreplay, but how exactly could you explain that to a five year old?
He turned and continued walking, leaving Cuddy time to cool off, before finding Rachel.
"Look I found my costume!" Rachel said as he turned the corner into the aisle. She approached him, and House looked down at the costume she had chosen.
"Angelica eh? You find one of those compasses of hers to go with it?"
"Daddy, it's not a compass, it's a Fountain of Youth kit." She replied matter-of-factually.
"Jeez, no need to be so snippy." He replied, amused by how much of a pop culture dork Rachel was when it came to anything Pirates of the Caribbean related. He made a mental note to make Wilson babysit more often seeing as he would obviously enjoy Rachel's endless pop culture knowledge. That would surely be a match made in nerd heaven.
"I found your costume too Daddy. And Mommy's."
He watched as Rachel walked down the aisle before stopping at the end of it and turning to look at him.
"Well? Are you coming to see it or not?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow and placing a hand on her hip. House couldn't help but smirk at the image before him. She was standing the exact same way, with the exact same expression Cuddy gave him when she questioned him. It was like he had Cuddy's little doppelganger in front of him.
"Calm yourself kid. Your old man's a cripple. You gotta remember that he can't move as fast as you'd like him to."
"Sorry daddy. I don't care if you're a cripple. You're still the best daddy ever."
"Thanks kid." House replied, ruffling her hair when he reached her. "Now where are these costumes for me and your mom?"
"Here." She said pointing to a Captain Jack Sparrow costume and a more adult version of her own costume for Cuddy.
He had to admit, the kid was pretty smart when it came to costume choosing. The Captain Jack costume was what he had been planning on dressing up as anyway, seeing as he was being forced to dress up, but the costume she'd chosen for Cuddy was definitely something he would love to see on her.
"Good choices kid. High five." He said holding out a hand for her to high five.
"Now come on, let's go find your mom."
Cuddy was examining a series of front yard decorations when she spotted House and Rachel approach her in tow with their costumes.
"Here." House said handing her her costume.
She looked at it, surprised because it was definitely not what she was expecting to be chosen out for her. Knowing House he would have picked out a skimpy pirate costume, but this one was anything but skimpy. The only somewhat revealing thing about it would most likely be the corset, but seeing as she had yet to try it on, there could be a chance it fit perfectly and that her breasts wouldn't be spilling out over the top.
"Hm. No stripper costumes?"
"You want one of those instead? There were a few back there. I could go get you one." House replied turning as though to actually go and retrieve one of the more revealing costumes.
"No, no. This one's fine." She countered, placing a hand on his upper hand to stop him. "I'm sorry. For earlier." She said softly removing her hand.
"Don't worry about it. It's fine."
"Did you find everything? Swords and all?"
"Yeah." House replied holding up three plastic swords.
With everything they needed, they walked over to the do-it-yourself registers.
"Can I do it?" Rachel asked, wanting to press the touch screen.
"Sure honey." Cuddy said as she picked her up so that she could reach the screen. Rachel loved to be the one to press the screen when they used the self check out lanes. Cuddy couldn't help but smile as she watched Rachel easily press the correct buttons without any help.
"Thank you momma." She said kissing her mother's cheek afterwards as they headed back towards the car.
"Why are you thanking her? I'm the one who just spent three hundred dollars on Halloween costumes."
"Oh shush, you're the one who decided we were all going as pirates." Cuddy said as she stopped beside him.
"Thank you daddy." Rachel said happily as she reached out to kiss his cheek as well.
"No problem squirt. Where's my thanks Cuddles?"
She rolled her eyes before pecking him lightly on the lips as Rachel giggled in her arms.
"Thank you for wasting three hundred dollars on costumes we'll only wear once." She quipped biting her lip to keep from laughing.
"I know other ways you can thank me for -"
"Not happening. It's already six - thirty, Wilson said he'd be there at seven to help with more planning."
"Oh great. More chick stuff."
"Well you can go out and find us all dinner." She said as they'd reached the car. She opened the back seat and buckled Rachel in before climbing into the front. Every time Wilson came over to help her with plans for the wedding House did nothing. No comments, no input, he simply sat in the living room watching whatever the hell was on television and it bothered her to no end. This was their wedding, this was something he should be commenting on. Something he should be putting input in. It was not something that she should be doing on her own.
"You should actually help with this you know."
"Why do you need my help? Wilson's helping you with it. That should be enough."
"Wilson is not the one I'm marrying." She snapped in a heated whisper, thankful that in the time it had taken them to pull onto the highway that Rachel had fallen asleep.
"You're upset because I won't help you plan?"
"This is something that you should be a part of. This is our wedding. We've been through so much, and this is what we've been building on. It's not just a piece of paper to me. This means that we're committed to each other until the very end. This is what I've always wanted, and deep down I've always wanted it with you."
"I'm not helping you plan. You just said it, this is what you've always wanted. I don't care about having a big wedding. I'm doing this big thing because it's what you want. It's what will make you happy. I want you to be happy. I want you to have the wedding of your dreams."
"And I want you to help me plan the wedding of my dreams."
"No."
"House, please."
"I said no. I'm not helping you with this, this isn't something I want to screw up. I don't want to get involved into planning this thing. That's what the bride and her gay best friend are for."
"Why are you so goddamn stubborn? You don't even have to do anything than suggest a few things here and there. For god's sake it's not that difficult."
"Then you shouldn't need my help."
House almost felt bad for saying no. Almost. The truth was he had no desire what so ever to get involved in the wedding planning. It involved wasted hours at pointless appointments that could be better used watching General Hospital marathons. If it were up to him, they would have been married by now in a civil court, but because he wanted Cuddy to have the wedding she wanted, they were going to get married with a Justice of Peace in none other than Florida of all places. Why she didn't want to get married in New Jersey was beyond him, but if it meant getting out of state for a few days extra days before heading to where ever the hell they were going for their honeymoon, it was fine with him.
The wedding was one thing, but the honeymoon was a completely different story. That he would help with. Actually, that was the one thing that he was going to plan himself with the help of Wilson and behind Cuddy's back. For all she knew they were going to stay in Florida for a week after the wedding, but that was definitely not what House had in mind. What he had in mind was something ten times better, and a hundred times more memorable than a week in Florida and going to Disney World.
He pulled up into the driveway, not at all surprised to see Wilson inside of his car waiting for them. He was always a few minutes early, and it annoyed the hell out of House. There was no need to be so obsessive compulsive. He got out of the car, already feeling Cuddy's glare searing into the back of his head. He walked over to the trunk and pulled out the costumes before walking over to Wilson.
"She's in a bad mood. Don't say I didn't warn you." He quipped before limping inside.
He set the bag inside one of the hallway closets before making his way towards the kitchen and taking two ibuprofen. The little spat back in the car had already started to effect his leg. Every time there was an argument over something it made his leg act up. It was like his body was punishing him for being an ass to the one person who had stuck with him through everything. Sitting on the couch and turning on the television, he cursed himself for allowing his subconscious to control his body in that way, for allowing her to affect him that way.
Cuddy was the only woman to ever truly have any type of affect on him that was positive. She was the one who had shown him that he could indeed feel again, and that there was someone willing to accept his feelings toward them. She was the only one who had actually been through everything with him, the one who had taken his abuse for years and had some how managed to fall for him. He couldn't help but question how the hell she had fallen for him. He had done nothing but neglect her, verbally abuse her, and constantly harass her, and yet she still chose to be there for him, even when he pushed her away. He didn't mean to be such a jerk. It was just a part of who he was and who he was always going to be. He had gotten clean for her not once, but twice. He kept her in mind more than he ever had thought he would when making decisions, but there was no way in hell she could expect to get everything she wanted.
Wilson sat across from Cuddy in her dining room, helping her pick out flowers from the website of the venue. House had been right, she was in a bad mood. Not that she showed it towards him, but he could tell by how her nails clicked against the table when a page took too long to load or the website didn't have the information she was looking for.
"What about these?" He pointed at a bouquet of white roses.
"They're a hundred and twenty dollars a vase."
"You only get married – never mind." He said quickly, cutting himself off when he realized how idiotic he would sound if he had finished the sentence with 'once' seeing as he himself had been married three times, and that Cuddy had been married once before although it was annulled almost immediately. He heard her laugh softly at his slip up before speaking.
"But that's a little steep for roses don't you think? I mean, the venue alone is going to over five thousand dollars. Air fare would be be another thousand, add the hotel and that's already roughly seven thousand dollars."
"Cuddy, it's not like you've got a budget you're going on. You can afford to spend a little on your big day."
"I know."
"Then what's the problem?"
"There is no problem." He watched as she leaned back against her chair and ran a hand over her face.
"Why don't we wrap things up for the night? I'll order some pizza and we'll pick this up next week." She said tiredly.
Wilson nodded, making sure to cross flowers off of the list of things they had to get done. He collected the various papers that they'd had spread out on the table, placing them back into the accordion folder. Cuddy exited the dining room, and he walked into the living room, dropping down beside House on the couch.
"You're an ass." He whispered, his eyes on the kitchen, making sure that Cuddy was no where in sight. "She's trying her best here House. She wants you to be a part of this, but you're not willing to help out. All you have to do is say yes or no when she asks something. You know her better than she knows herself at times, I shouldn't be helping her with your wedding as much as I am. I can only do so much. She needs you to tell her what she wants to here when she's making decisions. You've gotta be the one to tell her to do what she wants and to get that stick out of her ass and whatever the hell else you normally say to her."
"I dont have the time for this useless crap. So much energy wasted on ONE day. We're getting married in May, and she's already stressing out. There's seven months between now and then. She needs to calm down."
"She wont know that unless you help out and tell her. The longer you take, the closer to driving her over the edge you're getting yourself, and this time, she won't be as forgiving."
"Whatever Jimmy."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
"I ordered two pizzas and bread sticks. One pepperoni and one cheese."
Cuddy said as she exited the kitchen and entered the living room, dropping into seat farthest from House before pulling her feet up underneath her.
She was still upset with him over earlier. She couldn't quite possibly understand why it would be so hard for him to actually help her for once. She wasn't even asking much of him. Just his input on their wedding. It made her feel odd that they were paying for this together, yet he had no care in the world about what exactly his money was being spent on. She sighed before standing and getting her purse ready for when the delivery boy arrived. When the pizza arrived a little over half an hour later, she barely ate the two slices she had taken. She said her goodbyes to Wilson and headed off to shower, planning on going to bed the second she got out of the shower.
Her shower lasted longer than she had intended, the steaming water relieving the tension she had been feeling in her shoulders and lower back, along with her neck. She stepped out of the shower, shivering a bit as the cold air hit her skin. Grabbing her towel, she exited the bathroom and quickly changed into her pajamas before sliding into the warmth of her bed. It was only several minutes before she heard the door to the room open and she closed her eyes.
House slid in beside her and she could feel the heat he was radiating. He reached out to pull her towards him and she opened her eyes, staring him down.
"Let go." She said slowly, already feeling the left over anger threaten to overflow her. He let go of her, and she turned her back to him before closing her eyes.
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