What Makes Life so Beautiful

By Carlee

It all starts with attraction. Really, that's how any relationship starts off. Or, that's what I thought, until I met Robert Chase. I remember the first time I saw him. He seemed nice enough, but not really my type. Kind of pretty boy, rich, slacker type. We worked along side for quite a while, case after case. We never really talked, never really did stuff together. We were just colleagues, not even "work buddies." I tried my feelings with Dr. House. Yeah, that went over well. Not. In a way, I think I still do have a crush on him, but not how I used to. Then, I had lunch with Wilson. That was no big deal, and he was the one that asked me anyway. In fact, I had lunch with all male co workers, even Foreman. But not in the way you think. I like Foreman, he's, in all actuality, a really dateable person. But again, not my type. One time, we had this patient. Kalvin, was his name. Drug addict, full blown AIDS. He blood on my face one day. To put a long story short, I got my hands on some of his meth, had Chase over, and fooled around. A big mistake, at that time. Getting totally wasted and sleeping with Chase. But after that, our relationship was different. And this is the story.

Dr. Chase and I remained friends for over a year after House got shot. We did more stuff together, went to parties, out to dinner, but just as friends. Over time, I became attached to Chase, and he became attached to me. We were best friends, we did everything together. I'd rather go to the bar with Chase than shopping with my girlfriends any day. But anyway. House is ok, and Chase and I… More than ok.

"Is it a girl, or boy?" I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"I told you, I don't want to know!" As I spoke, I admired my diamond wedding ring. It really was the perfect one. Chase knew exactly what I wanted. Even out of work, I still called him Chase, and he calls me Cameron. It's just how the way things work.

"But if it is a girl, what'll you name her?" Cuddy always was one for questions. I think that's what makes her such a good boss. She knows everything about everyone in her hospital, no matter how tedious the details are.

"I don't' know. Really, it's a hard choice. Chase even said I could choose."

"Lucky to have such a fine husband, really you are." Cuddy was on the verge of forty one, still no husband. I can't see her with a husband, she really is an independent woman.

"I know." The door of our apartment swung open, and stepped through the door was Chase. From the living room I could see him hang up his jacket and book bag. The same way he did everyday. Just one more thing I loved about him.

"Hey guys," he said, Australian accent making me feel ten times more better. Chase plopped down next to me, a light kiss on the cheek before he spoke.

"House has a case, wants us to come in early tomorrow."

"I didn't give him a case," Cuddy said, though no confusion in her voice. Everybody knew, especially us, that House would take a file right off of Cuddy's desk if the symptoms where intriguing to him. "Bastard."

Something I've noticed about our wedding is that it's brought us closer to our co-workers. Even House seemed to have softened up. Before Chase and I where "involved" Chase, Foreman, nor I really knew Wilson all that well. I may have shared a hospital meal with him, we called him for a consult once in a while, but other than that, the only people that really knew Wilson where House, Cuddy, and his patients. He wasn't quiet, just busy. Department head of oncology and all. But now, he and I frequently talked, we were quiet friendly with each other. Everything was better with Chase.

But love can do crazy things.