"It's okay mom, I'll go ahead and carry the groceries." I took the grocery bags from my mom and headed towards the parking lot, looking both ways before crossing the street. I finally spotted my mom's sleek silver Jaguar and shifted the brown paper bags to my left arm so that I could unlock the trunk. Just as I got the trunk open a sharp scream caused me to look behind me.
That scream, that familiar scream. There stood my mom in the middle of the road, her shoe stuck in one of the drainage grills. All I could hear was her screaming for me as the truck continued to speed towards her .I felt the bags fall from my arms and crash onto the gravel as the truck hit her head on.
Kris sat up gasping for breath as tears streamed down her pale face. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She sobbed as she pulled her knees to her chest her pulse becoming erratic as she began to lapse into a full fledged panic attack. The heart monitor began beeping furiously alerting the nurses and doctors of her condition.
The door of her room soon enough swung open as Chase rushed to her side, flanked by a small group of nurses. "Kris, you have to calm down." He took her hand into his and started rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb, desperately trying to calm her down.
Kris could only gasp desperately for air as her body heaved with sobs, her pulse still racing. "Take deep breaths, love; I don't want to have to sedate you. Please, just calm down for me." She gripped Chase's hand as she began to take deep breaths, her pulse beginning to fall into a steady pace. It took a full 5 minutes for her to finally calm down and Kris soon found herself in her fiancé's open arms, the nurses having left the couple alone.
"Why couldn't I save her? Why didn't I move? Why couldn't it have been me?" she whispered into his chest as he ran his hand through her hair. Chase let out a deep sigh and placed a kiss atop her head before speaking, "You couldn't save her because you were too far away. No one could have possibly saved her from that faith. You couldn't move because you panicked, you were suddenly presented with such a frightening and traumatizing situation. Anyone in your position would have reacted the same way. And it couldn't have been you because it wasn't your time to go." He then cupped her face in his hands and looked her straight in the eye. "God has a plan for you. He didn't take you away from the world because you still have so much to offer to everyone. You are an amazing woman, Kristianne Marie Haringfort and you have to learn how to see how beautiful you are."
The tears that had subsided along with her panic attack now filled her green orbs and found their way down her face. "I guess we betterfinishplanning the wedding then." She said softly as a shadow of a smile etched itself upon her face. Chase could only smile before kissing her.
"So I'm guessing that your lovely little fiancé has decided to push on with the wedding plans." House greeted his blond duckling as he hobbled into the conference room. The reason for House's unusual greeting was the sight of Chase surrounded by pictures of possible decoration for thereception area, guest lists and seating arrangements. Cameron was sitting to his right side helping him pick out the besttheme for their reception while Foreman simply watched on with amusement.
"Yes we are." Casually dressed in a short denim skirt, sandals and a baby blue tank top, Kris entered after House, a couple of folders in her arms. Foreman raised an eyebrow, noticeably checking her out.
"Oh my, don't tell me that you'll soon become a permanent visitor because I really don't know if I can contain my lust for you any longer, and apparently my black little duckling feels my pain." House commented as he plopped onto his comfortable chair.
"House…" Cameron warned as Chase immediately looked up and shot daggers to a sheepish Foreman. Kris, on the other hand, simply rolled her eyes before placing a chaste kiss on her jealous fiancé's cheek.
"Doesn't Uncle House get a kiss too?"
"No." Chase replied sharply as he possessively slid an arm around Kris' tiny waist and pulled her onto his lap before resting his chin on her shoulder. Kris let out a small laugh before their lips met causing Cameron to uncomfortably advert her eyes.
"Too much PDA, my little wombat, you might suck the life out of her."
Kris and Chase pulled away yet did not reply to the comment. "Have you told him?" Kris asked Chase instead as he wrapped his arms around her waist and linked fingers with her.
"No…"
"So when are you going to tell him?"
"We are here you know." Foreman interjected.
Chase and Kris exchanged a look before facing the other doctors. "House… I don't know if it's too much to ask but…" Chase trailed off in hesitation as he looked down. After a reassuring squeeze of the hand from his fiancé, he continued though his eyes never left the floor, "may you be present at the wedding in the position of my father?"