51. Happy Birthday.
Cuddy was folding Rachel's clothes when he entered the living room and sat beside her. He handed her a thin envelop with a worrying calm.
She frowned as she opened it.
"This is never gonna end," Cuddy sighed when she read the court's address on it.
"Read it."
He was like a parent looking at their kid opening their birthday present - and it was her birthday present indeed.
"What is this?" she asked with incomprehension. She was afraid to misunderstand the paper before her.
"An adoption form," he answered calmly.
"I know what it is. I mean... why?"
She didn't hide her - agreeable - surprise. Suddenly everything seemed to fall into place.
"We're married. I thought that while we are at it... why not. And, well, it's your birthday and the only thing I can offer - great sex -, you can't receive for now," he explained, pointing at her belly. "Plus, she'd be the only one with a different name, that's not cool. Do you need other arguments?" he asked, starting to become annoyed and nervous about it as she only smiled a little wider as he spoke.
"Yes, the true one."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Say that you just want to," she explained.
"I mean, it wouldn't change anything -"
"Okay," she agreed, resuming her work.
He watched her for a few minutes.
"Okay, I just want to adopt the kid," he gave in, grouchy.
"Okay."
She turned the envelope and read a handwritten "happy birthday" on it.
She grinned.
