Chapter 54 - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
House's jaw dropped, and Cameron knew exactly why. She was expecting that reaction. She just smirked a little and strutted off to put Alysa down for bed (it was getting late for the little one). House was standing in the exact same spot when she returned. She smiled at his reaction, but he didn't return the favor.
"Whatever is the matter?" she asked innocently.
"You.. You..." He was at a loss for words. In the corner of his living room, a nicely sized Christmas tree sat, decorated and everything. There were decorations all over the apartment. Garlands hung every which way, and candles were set up on tables. There were even four stockings hung up near the tree (one for House, one for Cameron, one for Aly, and even one for Jake) House was speechless. What. Was. She. Thinking. "What did you do to my place?"
Cameron giggled a little. She wasn't at all offended; she'd been expecting this, so she thought she'd use it against him. "I thought it was OUR place." She smirked and walked towards the bedroom to change into her usual nightly attire (one of House's shirts and some pajama bottoms, now accompanied by socks - thank you winter).
As she left, House couldn't help but smile a little. His place really didn't look that bad. It was just... a drastic change, that's all. Meh, he could get used to it. He stared at the Christmas tree a minute trying to remember the last time he'd had one. He couldn't remember. Eventually, he just followed Cameron into the bedroom.
Cameron had just finished putting on her pajamas when House walked in and looked at her emotionless. "Gee, Greg, I knew you'd be surprised," she said, "But c'mon... SAY SOMETHING ALREADY!" She laughed a little, then walked up to him.
House, however, was walking towards the bed. He laughed a little as he noticed the piece of mistletoe that Cameron had placed oh so nicely on the headboard.
"Thought you might like that," she said smiling more now.
House smiled up at her. He really COULDN'T remember the last time he'd had a Christmas that didn't involve Wilson, him, and a case of Chinese (well, there was that one with himself and no one but his best buds Vicodin and scotch...). He was kind of relieved, happy even, that this year would be different. He wasn't used to it, but he finally brought himself to thank Cameron.
Cameron smiled and nodded. She sat down on the bed right next to him. She looked up at the mistletoe, then back at House. House smiled, and their eyes locked. House drew Cameron in for a gentle kiss before there was a knock at the door.
