Living Proof
Hi everyone,
This one is for my friend, Lili ;*
I'm not sure about the "quality" of this one. But it's your/our Chirstmas gift. Yes, I'm late. But I've been busy, like all of you I suppose. And who cares, it's just Howse ...
Thanks for the review and to those following me !
Be back next week !
Enjoy.
Ju
6.
Cuddy turned off the radio and slowed down a little, glancing at Rachel in the rearview mirror. You had a good day, honey ? Rachel nodded and eyed her quickly, letting out a small Yes. Cuddy frowned. Is there something wrong ? Rachel was looking persistently outside thought the window, squinting the eyes in front of the white sun of December. I'm just hungry.
Three hours later, Cuddy heard the front door and the sound of his cane coming from the living room. She didn't look at him as he approached slowly, feeling his blue eyes on her back. I missed you, House whispered in her ear, this morning. He began to kiss her skin behind her ear, then down her neck before reaching her shoulder. She could feel his smile against her. One arm around her waist, one hand on the counter and her back against his chest, House pulled her closer. Cuddy closed her eyes and forgot the dinner she was preparing. His simple touch and scent helped her relaxing after a long day of work. She opened her eyes when he stopped and met the reflection of his blue eyes on the window. What's wrong with Rachel ? House asked, his chin on her shoulder. Nothing, she answered hesitantly lowering her gaze. She sighed and bit her lips. I actually don't know, she doesn't want to talk about it. Rachel was in the living room, sat at the table and had been drawing silently for almost two hours. She's a child, it'll pass. It might just be something at school, House said.
After dinner, House and Cuddy took place on the sofa. She had her head against his shoulder. TV was on, but she was looking at her daughter. Why don't we have a Christmas tree ? There is one at school and in the street and at the hospital. We have nothing. Rachel was looking straight into their eyes as if she was blaming both her mother and House. He saw Cuddy bit her lips as the child looked away. It would be their first Christmas as what Cuddy loved to call her family and her daughter's reaction was unexpected. She knew that one day Rachel would ask about that, about why they did not celebrate like most of her friends usually did. Twelve days were left before Christmas but it was already all around. Do you remember what I told you once about Christmas ? Cuddy asked, her hand still on House's thigh. Rachel nodded and looked back at her cubes without touching them.
Told you it was something at school, whispered House. Cuddy glanced at him harshly. She swallowed and put her feet on the ground. Rachel ? The little girl refused to look at her, watching absently the television. She blinked then frowned when House turned it off. The three of us remained silent a moment, lost in their own thought. House looked at Cuddy who was watching her daughter. He knew her enough to see she was sad even if she hid her true feelings. Come here, little Munchkin, he said patting the sofa between him and Cuddy. House ran his tongue on his lips, nervously. He knew he could do something, but he had no idea what. A small smile appeared on Rachel's lips, one of the first reaction she had since the beginning of the evening. I'm not a munchkin.
Aren't you ? he teased her. Rachel sat between them and watched her tiny fingers, shaking her head slightly. You wanna know something ? Cuddy looked at him as he ran quickly his hand in Rachel's hair. I've never liked Christmas. Rachel frowned and turned completely to him. Why ? Everyone loves Christmas. House smiled and looked at Cuddy. His blue eyes were enlightened with affection and something she couldn't truly define. Yep, everyone likes Christmas. That's boring, House said looking back at Rachel. She laughed because of the silly voice he'd just taken. You don't like Christmas because you don't wanna be like others ? House shake his head. Cuddy was smiling from ear to ear watching alternately her blue-eye boyfriend and her young daughter who seemed to have forgotten her own presence. Rachel was looking at him expectantly. Cuddy couldn't see her face or her eyes but she knew House had all her attention. What about doing our own party ? he asked, one eyebrow raised. Rachel looked at him with surprise. She frowned, lips half-opened as she thought about his proposition. Then, she turned to Cuddy who was smiling. We can do that ?
You can do whatever you want Honey, Cuddy answered biting her lips. That's not your most brilliant idea, he told her ironically, you heard your mum ? We can have everything we want. Rachel nodded and laughed. Both of them at the same time looked at Cuddy. Their smile expressed such a complicity that she felt her heart skipped in her chest. You have to make a list of all the things you wanna do, House encouraged Rachel who jumped off the sofa. I'll get a paper and a pencil for you ! House rolled his eyes but was unable to suppress a smile. You're amazing, Cuddy whispered. She smiled, shaking slowly her head and kissing him tenderly on his lips. Howse, I take two sheets because I have million and million of ideas ! they heard her say.
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