A/N: Oh Hey There Everybody! It's 2AM and I should really be asleep but what am I doing? Finally starting the next chapter of 'Enough' *Insert Happy Cheers Here*! I really contemplated just ending it at the last chapter, it would have worked nicely but let's see if we can explore a little more into their relationship, shall we? I don't own them (aren't you shocked?) Enjoy!


Cuddy rolled onto her back, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to cover her body. "That was…. amazing." Cuddy stated, almost at a loss for words. She was feeling much better now, having almost recovered from her 24 hour flu bug. The memory of the night she spent with House at Michigan had, and always would be, permanently engrained in her brain, but he was even better than she remember. True, he could have gotten better over time, or the sexual tension they've had for years that just continued to build could have aided them a little bit as well. Cuddy couldn't stop the spread of the smile across her face. She was so happy but throughly exhausted, they'd been at it for quite a few hours.

House remembered Cuddy being good but now she was mind-blowing to say the least. House never thought he would get to be with her like that again, especially after blowing his first chance by leaving before she awoke and never calling her again. House felt a small smirk growing on his face thinking of the past few hours. Even after all these years he remembered which spots were most sensitive, where she liked to be kissed. He knew her inside and out and he always had. That made House very happy. He wrapped his arm protectively around her and she rolled into his side. Her warm breath was tickling his bare side and even without looking down he knew she had a smile on her face, and he was the one that put it there.

The pair laid in silence for what seemed like an eternity but was something closer to an hour. Neither spoke, afraid of ruining the moment with words. What they had just shared was perfect and far too sacred to be ruined by talking. House was thankful Cuddy hadn't said a word. Hookers as a rule generally don't speak much after sex but some do. Also, Stacy seemed to have the annoying habit of doing that as well, but not Cuddy. It comforted House to know that she was content enough to just lay there with him. Maybe they were more compatible that he ever even realized. Cuddy was enjoying the silence just as much. She didn't care either way if there was a conversation held after sex but there wasn't a need for one this time. They didn't just have sex, they made love. Making love didn't require a followup conversation, didn't demand the reassurance that the other person enjoyed it, the act spoke for itself. Gradually they drifted off to sleep, House's arm wrapped around Cuddy and Cuddy's arm slung around his midsection, still locked together in a lover's embrace.

Surprisingly enough House and Cuddy slept through the night. House awoke first around 8AM to the unfamiliar light streaming through the windows of Cuddy's bedroom. House deliberately had his bed facing away from all windows in his apartment to avoid being awoken this early, but Cuddy he knew was an early riser and probably planned it this way so she never overslept. House smirked at the last thought because here she was still asleep. She was turned away from the windows, still curled into his side. House watched her for a few moments, feeling a little strange watching her sleep, but she looked so peaceful. All the tension and lines that usually surrounded her face at the hospital were gone. She was completely calm and looked like she was having sweet dreams. House felt the need to get up and use the restroom but he didn't want to wake Cuddy. He slowly tried to slide away from her grasp but his leg seized up at the sudden movement causing him to jolt back in pain. The movement roused Cuddy from sleep and she propped herself up on her elbows to inspect the situation.

"Did we sleep all night?" Cuddy asked in a slightly groggy tone. "Yeah we seemed to have. It's 8AM, this is the earliest I've been up in years." House said jokingly while trying to work out the kink in his thigh. Cuddy noticed the small massage he was giving himself and without thinking asked him what was wrong. "Is your leg bothering you?" Cuddy asked him, knowing the answer was obviously yes. "Yeah, it does that in the mornings sometimes. It'll be alright in a few minutes, I was just trying to get up to pee and jerked it the wrong way." Cuddy, still concerned eyed him suspiciously until the pain seemed to drain from his face. She watched House stand up with his back to her, grab his boxers off the floor and pull them on and head for the bathroom. She rolled onto her back and smiled up at the ceiling. He had stayed. He didn't leave her in the middle of the night the way he had back at Michigan. Even though that was something so insignificant Cuddy felt like a small battle had just been won in the ever turbulent and ever changing relationship.

House returned from the bathroom, limping slightly more than usual without the aid of his cane which was probably out in the living room. He came back to sit on the bed and just looked at Cuddy. Smiling down at her he produced the phrase "Now what?" causing Cuddy to stare back at him with confused amusement. "You want to have a serious relationship discussion? That's never something I thought you would suggest House." House shook his head at her "No, I meant literally now what? We covered a few different things last night, what's next? A new room? A new position?" Cuddy reached up to lightly smack him on the arm while she suppressed a giggle. "How about breakfast? I'll make it this time. Someone stocked my kitchen with tons and tons of unhealthy groceries yesterday, wonder who that was?" House pretended to try to figure out who that could have been and responded with "Must have been the last guy you slept with… oh wait that was me."

Cuddy sat up with the sheet still around her self-consciously. She had no idea where her clothes were, they seemed to be strewn about. There would be no way for her to retrieve them without House seeing her naked. True, last night he had seen just about everything she had to offer but it was in the dark. Cuddy had never been self-conscious about her body. She did yoga, she ate right, she did everything she could to keep herself in shape, but this was House. His was the only opinion that truly mattered to her, and it made her nervous. House could see the worry lines starting to sprout back up on Cuddy's face. He was determined to have a nice relaxing day with her and those worry lines had no business showing up today. He was going to nip whatever she was thinking in the bud before it started.

"Cuddy your eyes and your forehead are doing that worry induced crinkling again. Are you worried your precious hospital can't handle another day without you, because I'm calling us both in 'sick' again." Cuddy blushed slightly and shook her head. House was completely confused. What was she so worked up about then? "House could you maybe… leave the room while I get changed?" Cuddy's eyes were downcast and she was toying with the hem of the sheet. "Why do you want me to leave the room? It's not like I've never seen you naked before, or did you just forget the last fifteen hours or so?" Cuddy shook her head again, eyes still downcast. "I know you've seen me before but it was always in the dark. I just don't want you to change your mind again because you don't like what you see in the daylight." House was puzzled but being the master puzzle solver that he is House made a quick assumption and ran with it. "Cuddy, do you think the reason I left you that morning at Michigan was because I saw what you looked like in the daylight?" Cuddy didn't have to answer him, the new blush to her cheeks and slow dip of her head were answer enough.

"Cuddy I left because I had an early morning class. That same morning I was called out of class and into the Dean's office and promptly expelled for cheating on one of my exams. I didn't call you again because a.) I was a coward and b.) I didn't want you to know I had been expelled or rather what I had been expelled for. Your moral compass has always been better oriented than mine. I didn't leave because of the way you looked I left because I am and always have been a selfish bastard. Just think, if I would have skipped my first class and stayed in the room with you the Dean wouldn't have gotten to me until much much later in the day." House added the last part hoping to get a smile out of her and it worked. "Now go into your closet and find something to wear so we can get breakfast going, I'll even cover my eyes if you really want me to." House made a big deal of covering his eyes that caused Cuddy's smile to grow even wider. She threw back the sheet and crawled over to him, giving him a hard kiss on the mouth before jumping off the bed and heading for the bathroom. House uncovered his eyes in just enough time to see her bare ass retreating behind the closing bathroom door.

House found his jeans on the floor from last night and pulled them on. He then searched for his shirt which somehow ended up under the bed and put that on as well. He hobbled out into the living room and found his cane hooked on one arm of the couch. He sat down and tried to rub another kink out of his thigh, it was acting up more than usual today. Of course it hadn't had that much exercise in months so of course it was protesting. Although it would be wrong to admit it to her, House was actually glad Cuddy was a little insecure about him seeing her body. It deflected the attention away from him and the horrific scar on his leg. She hadn't paid any attention to it the night before but he was sure this morning she would see it when he was sitting on the bed in nothing but boxers. She wasn't even paying attention to his leg though, more worried about what he would think of her. It was nice for him to know he wasn't the only one with insecurities of course Cuddy bared no mark like that on her body, so she had nothing to be ashamed of. She came into the living room a few minutes later dressed in jeans and a black V-neck T-shirt. She came up behind House and started to slowly massage his shoulders. "Ready for breakfast yet House? I've been told that I make pretty good apple cinnamon pancakes, if you're up for them." House turned around and gave her a look of mock horror. "You mean to tell me you've been making pancakes for other men? This hurts Cuddy." She smiled at him before heading for the kitchen, gathering all her supplies to make the pancakes. House repeated the pattern from a few days ago and retrieved the paper from the front porch and went to sit at the kitchen table while Cuddy made breakfast.

They ate the meal almost in silence, only speaking when asking to see a different section of the paper. It was calm, comfortable and highly domestic. House was starting to get a little uncomfortable. Last night they slept together. Everything was progressing so fast, and House being House started to panic. He jumped up from the table, startling Cuddy out of her small reverie. "Have to pee." he announced, grabbing his cane and heading for the bathroom leaving a shocked Cuddy sitting at the table. What was that all about?

Once he was safely in the bathroom, House took a deep breath. He was thinking like a crazy person. She didn't expect him to change, she didn't expect him to be domestic. Everything was just moving so fast. A few days ago he was yelling at her, more like screaming at her and telling her it was a good thing she never got pregnant because she'd be a sucky mother. How could she have forgiven him so quickly? Something was wrong with this, the puzzle solver inside him knew, as much as he would hate it, they had to talk about what happened back in the showers.

House made sure to flush the toilet and run the water in the sink so she was none the wiser as to why he escaped for a few moments. He came back into the kitchen to a wonderful sight. Cuddy had her head down, she was reading the paper. Her curls were falling in her face and she was slightly biting her lip, engrossed in what she was reading. House wondered to himself how or why he could say such hurtful things to her. He kept seeing her face in his mind, the one she made while sitting in the shower holding that little girl just trying to cool her down. He never wanted to see that face again and he surely never wanted to be the cause of it. Cuddy sensed she was being watched and looked up. She gave House a small smile but he didn't reciprocate. "Let's go out in the living room, something we need to discuss." House told her before limping over to pick up his plate.

They cleaned up the breakfast dishes, or rather added them to the growing pile of dishes in the sink. House's adventure of pots and pans were still in there from yesterday. Normally the OCD monster in Cuddy would come out and want to clean them but she didn't want that to spoil their day, plus she really wanted to know what House thought needed "discussing". She thought everything was good between them now. Maybe he didn't think the sex was as good as she did. Maybe he realized he never wanted to see her or speak to her again. Cuddy started to get anxious as she headed for the couch where House was perched, feet propped up on the coffee table. His posture suggested he was relaxed but his facial expression betrayed him, this wasn't going to end well.

Cuddy sat down next to him, leaving a small amount of distance between them. She didn't know what he was getting at saying they needed to "discuss" things. She figured it was better to give him space. He was the first one to speak. "Cuddy when I… said what I said to you the other day, what was going through your mind?" Her face fell, remembering the conversation she had with Wilson after the incident. She didn't want to think about that anymore, she had pushed it out of her mind and here he was dredging it back up again. "Nothing" she told House, her voice cold and steely. House knew she was lying, he knew when he came to her door the other night and she was crying that she hadn't been thinking of 'nothing' when he said that to her. "Please tell me Cuddy. I felt bad about it before but I feel worse now. What I said to you, it was horrible and completely wrong. I knew that at the time but I didn't think it would hurt you as much as it obviously did." Cuddy laughed a little in spite of herself. He didn't think it would hurt that bad? Seriously?

"You didn't think it would hurt me that bad? You didn't think questioning my skills of being a mother would bother me?" Cuddy was getting upset again now and House could see it, but he needed to know what specific part of that had made her tick. "No I didn't. I didn't think it was any different than criticizing your job or your clothes or anything else. Why was this different?" Cuddy hadn't been looking at him. She glanced up, expecting to see a mocking look on his face but there wasn't one, he looked interested and even possibly concerned. That made it easier for Cuddy to admit to him what was really wrong. "I've seen you be rude to get what you want, I've never seen you be nasty just because you could." She told him never averting her eyes, she wanted to see his reaction. His eyes got slightly wider and his mouth dropped open a little bit. "Seriously?" he asked, knowing there have been plenty of times he's been mean to be mean. "Funny, that was Wilson's reaction too." Cuddy said, the corners of her mouth upturning into a smirk. "House you know about the IVF, you helped me with the shots and even helped me realize that picking a donor is more than just hair and eye color and how many living relatives he has. You know I tried three times because I came to you for help with the shots, you know the first two times never took which is why I kept trying. You don't know that the third time I lost a baby. You had been teasing me for almost a week at work that I looked pregnant to you, making all your stupid comments and I was insistent to you that I wasn't pregnant. I did take a home pregnancy test though on the off-chance you were right and the test was negative. When I went for my next appointment they told me I had been pregnant but lost it almost as quickly as it came. My body wasn't able to hold onto it, I hadn't even known I was pregnant and wouldn't have even suspected it if not for your remarks. I made me start thinking that I wasn't cut out for this and I couldn't do it."

House took in everything she was saying. He had no idea she had lost a kid. He figured she was getting some from a guy she met and no longer needed the IVF shots. He felt like the lowest piece of scum on the earth. He had confirmed her fears by telling her she would be a sucky mother. Her body had already betrayed her and his words were the confirmation to her complex. "You did mention that the other night, but I just couldn't focus on that part right then and there. Cuddy I didn't know. If I would have known I wouldn't have said that. Remember what I said, It was a good thing you couldn't get pregnant, I never knew you actually did. I wouldn't have said those things. How did you forgive me?"

Cuddy didn't know what to say to that. "I didn't really forgive you House, I just tried to forget what you said. You do this all the time. You say things you claim to not mean and then do some great gesture to fix it after you realize you've been wrong. I figured it wasn't worth overanalyzing this anymore or feeling bad for myself. This is the way things work, this is the cycle of life when someone spends time with you, I just tried to forget about it. I can't though, because you're right just like always. My body can't hold onto a child because it knows I will be a horrible mother. I couldn't even comfort that poor little girl in the hospital. I told her the procedure wouldn't hurt, I told her everything would get better and I told her that her parents might get back together. I didn't even hold her hand during the treatment. I don't know how to be a mother, I know how to be a doctor, it's all I'll ever be good at. It doesn't matter how much I want to be a mother, I'm not cut out for it."

House wasn't one to feel empathy, but he was feeling some right now. Cuddy was one of the most caring people he knew. He said what he did out of anger and spite and a little bit of pain. He didn't know it would cause her to feel this way and he also didn't know he would be the one trying to clean up the mess. Could four days with her really have changed him that much? "Cuddy, I am sorry. You don't have to believe me or forgive me or anything but I'm telling you the truth. It was wrong and stupid of me to say you'd be a sucky mother. Maybe I'm just a little jealous that if you get a kid you wont have as much time to babysit me and my crazy diagnostic antics. Someday you will make a great mother. Don't let some miserable old addict with a Daddy complex tell you otherwise."

Cuddy smiled wider at his last phrase. Even being serious he could never forgo the sarcasm. "You know House I do believe you but through this whole thing you've changed position so many times. You helped me with the shots, you tried to help me pick a good donor in your own messed up way. Then you turn around and you tell me I'm going to suck at it. Which is your actual opinion? Why do you feel the need to negate everything?"

"Truth? I think you will be a good mother. I also think you're going about this all wrong. A plastic cup and a turkey baster is no way to have a kid. Going into a pregnancy alone is not a wise decision, even if you're a successful adult woman and not a crackhead teenager. Adopting a child is different. If you adopt a toddler or a baby, sure it's going to be difficult to be the only one there for three a.m. feedings and midnight diaper changes but you'll manage, you'll find a rhythm and a routine that works for both you and the baby. Pregnancy is difficult on the mind and body. It's not something someone should enter into alone. Especially not when you're going to have a baby that likes square dancing and Mozart and has a horrific laugh. My point is you should know what you're getting into and who you're getting into it with. The kid should know that it has Mommy's hair and Daddy's eyes and know where it got it's OCD and it's ability to play the piano."

Cuddy realized that he was describing a child with a mixture of their qualities. Maybe now was as good a time as ever to tell him what she had been thinking for months. "House remember back when I almost picked Mozart man to be my sperm donor and you told me I should pick someone I know and trust and I said someone like you and and you said someone you like?" House nodded his head. "That night, I almost asked you to be my sperm donor, but I lost my nerve." House had a feeling she didn't come all the way up to his office to thank him for the injections but he never pressed her on the issue. "You would really want a kid as screwed up as me?" House asked her. "No House I wouldn't want a kid as screwed up as you but I would want a little boy or girl with mommy's hair, daddy's eyes, a good work ethic which is not the same as OCD and the ability to play the piano. I realized, as always, you were right about knowing who's kid you were having. I wanted to know my donor and I wanted that donor to be you. I knew that asking you could complicate things though, so I chickened out. I know being a father is something you never intended to do."

House was about to open his mouth when there was a knock on the door. Saved by the bell… er, knock. "I'll get that" House said standing up and limping towards the door before Cuddy could even remind him it was her home not his. House pulled open the front door without checking to see who it was. Wilson was standing on the other side with an exasperated look on his face. "Sorry we don't want any." House stated before trying to slam the door in Wilson's face. Wilson stopped it with his foot before laying into House. "What are you doing here, I've called you three or four times both at home and on your cell. When you didn't pick up I went to your apartment and when you weren't there I figured I'd come see if Cuddy knew where you were. What are you still doing here House and why didn't you pick up your phone?"

House looked at Wilson with a dumbstruck face. "I guess I shut my phone off when I was having hot sex with Cuddy last night. Sorry it won't happen again, I actually have to get back to her now she tends to whine when I stop right in the middle." House tried to close the door on Wilson again but he deftly slid into the front entryway. "Yeah House you had hot sex with Cuddy last night and I went swing dancing with a polar bear and a penguin. Is she at least feeling a little better? It sounded like she had one nasty flu by the way she was talking in her e-mail. I thought you would have taken the bus home or something by now though, you're not really the type to stay around and play doctor." House scrunched his eyebrows up at Wilson and said "Now wait that doesn't make sense because I am a…. Oh geeze I get it, see what you did there." House rolled his eyes for effect. "Wilson, I really did hit that last night and we were having a great time today too, until you came a ruined it."

Wilson wasn't buying it at all. "House what did you do to her? Did you drug her? Did you kill her? You're still here because you're cleaning up the crime scene aren't you?" House was about to retort with another sarcastic comment when Cuddy appeared from around the corner and placed a hand on House's bicep. "It's true Wilson, we did, um, sleep together last night. That's why he's still here. I'm feeling a lot better. House was supposed to call us both in sick today, which by your panicked state I can tell didn't happen. We're sorry we worried you." Wilson gaped at her, mouth wide open. "You two actually… and that's why… you let him… oh I need to sit down." Wilson said before heading to Cuddy's couch and taking a seat. The pair followed him, House dropping into the armchair and Cuddy sitting on it's arm. House, unsure of what was proper behavior after the little discussion/fight they had, placed an arm around her waist, hand resting on her hip. She didn't resist so he figured what he did was okay.

"You two slept together? Willingly? I always knew you two had some attraction but I never knew you would act on it, especially after how upset you were the other night Cuddy. What's going to happen now? Are you two in a relationship?" Wilson was talking a mile a minute, House and Cuddy could barely keep up with what he was saying. Knowing how unsure they were of their current situation she decided to take this one. "Wilson we don't know if we're in a relationship or not. We were discussing everything…" "When you so rudely interrupted us." House finished for her. "I probably could have gotten another round out of her if you hadn't shown up, it would have happened right there on the couch, right where you're sitting." Wilson sort of looked at his surroundings trying to get that image out of his head. "I didn't know I was interrupting anything, I can go now but you have to promise I'll be the first to know when you two decide what you want to do about what happened. Just please make sure it's the right decision, I don't want to have to clean up another one of your messes." Wilson got up to leave but not before House could add "Well stay clear of the bedroom because we made quite a few messes in there last night." Cuddy thwarted him on the arm and Wilson cringed as he showed himself out.

As soon as Wilson was gone House pulled Cuddy into his lap. He kissed her on the cheek and then whispered in her ear "I'm sorry about what happened the other day and I'm sorry I brought it up again today. I know it's still a sore spot for you and when you're ready to talk about it again we will." Cuddy smiled at him and kissed him as well, only this time it was on the lips. "Thank you." She said to him. She stroked his cheek with her hand and looked into his eyes. "So, about what Wilson said… do you think we should try this whole relationship thing? It's a big step for us. Neither of us really know how to be in a real functioning relationship." Cuddy looked nervous but House just smirked up at her. "We both suck equally at them, it means we're perfect for one another. We can call this a relationship, might be good for us. So 'girlfriend' are you up for a game of Boggle? I'm the champion and no one can dethrone me." Cuddy smirked back at him. "I'll bet you two days worth of clinic duty I can own your sorry ass at boggle." House pulled her closer by the waist so he could whisper in her ear again. "Make it two days of clinic duty and a blow job". Cuddy leaned in to whisper back at him "You're on".


A/N: Yay! I'm really pleased with this chaper. Shoutout to Silentlikeashadow for curing my writers block and helping me figure out the right way to insinuate Wilson into all of this. I'm aiming for a fluffy next chapter but who knows, writing the drama is becoming more fun by the minute. Reviews are my Vicodin so pretty please leave me some? Thanks to anyone and everyone who's reviewed already!