Cuddy entered the house and was a little concerned with the silence that greeted her, but then again it was still naptime. She found them on the easy-chair sleeping peacefully and she decided to let them sleep.

Instead she made herself a cup of tea and took it with her to her own home-office. It was her favorite room in the new house. Both House and Cuddy had their own rooms where they could be alone if they needed it. She had of course made her room into an office so she could work from home on some nights. Since she and House had gotten together she never worked on weekends unless there was an emergency that needed her attention. What Cuddy liked most about her office though was the desk. She had moved the desk from her work-office to her home-office, because it reminded her of med-school and the time she and House had spend doing their homework on it.

"Mommy?" House startled awake. Rachel had climbed down his chest and was standing by the front door yelling.

"What are you doing, Rachel?" Then he noticed Cuddy jacket hanging on the coat rack. At the same time Cuddy's office door opened and she walked into the living room.

"Oh good you're both awake." She scooped Rachel up in her arms and gave her a hug.

"What are you doing here?" House looked at his watch it was only 3:30, usually she left work at five. And then it hit him, she was worried about him. "How did you know I was here?"

"Marina told me." She let Rachel down and the girl walked over to the remote and gave it to him. House turned on the TV and set it to the Disney Channel.

They left Rachel in the living room and went to the kitchen to make some coffee.

Cuddy kept staring at him, he knew she wanted to ask if he had made a decision yet, but she was probably afraid of what the answer was going to be. So they made their coffee in silence filled with tension. God, he hated that, usually he didn't mind the quiet sometimes he even preferred it, but this right now just felt wrong. He had made his mind up already, so with a sigh he decided to put Cuddy out of her misery.

"Alright," He said while rolling his eyes. "I'll do it." He took his mug and limped carefully back to the living room, but he knew she was gonna follow him.

"Whoa Whoa get back here. You can't just say that and leave." She hurried after him and took the mug out of his hand.

"Why not? It's what you want, isn't it?"

"That's not the point." She took his hand and led him to a chair at the table. "You shouldn't just take the job because I want you to. It's your decision."

"I know and I'm okay with it." He hated those serious talks. In his mind they were done with this conversation, he said yes what else was there to talk about? But Cuddy had to know why of course.

"Yeah, but why?" She smiled a bit when he rolled his eyes. "You'll be giving in to the board, isn't that against your own twisted rules?"

"Normally yes, but I won't have to do anymore clinic hours, so this is actually a win-win situation. Plus, it might be fun to torture the students." He ended with an evil laugh making her laugh so hard that she got tears in her eyes.

"Spongebob!" They heard Rachel yell and House jumped out of his chair and hurried to the couch. A few seconds later she heard them singing along to the theme song - well House was singing the only thing Rachel could sing in time with the song was Spongebob. It still made her smile though.

Later that night after they had put Rachel to bed and after they had watched a movie together, Cuddy was answering the last urgent emails that needed to be send before midnight, while House was lying next to her on the bed reading a medical journal.

"I just sent the email to Sandford, saying that you accepted and will be starting next month."

"What do you mean, next month?"

"Well the new semester begins in a month." She answered while putting her laptop on the floor and getting under the covers.

"So one more month of clinic duty?" He pulled her closer so she could put her head on his chest and her hand made its way under his shirt.

"Yes it does."

She got a sigh and a groan as an answer in return.