The next morning, Cuddy awoke to the smell of bacon frying emanating from the kitchen. After emerging from her warm cocoon, the former dean of medicine wrapped a robe tightly around her waist while walking out into the living room. The first sight to meet Lisa's gaze was the back of House's head from where he stood just a few feet away.

"Good morning."

Looking up to face his startled friend, the diagnostician smirked while sliding two eggs and two pieces of bacon on to his plate. Several minutes later when Cuddy still didn't respond House could only sigh.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to eat?"

"How…how'd you know I was up?"

"I figured it was only a matter of time before you'd grace me with your presence. Now sit down. I can't eat all this myself."

"Fair enough."

As Lisa made herself comfortable at the table, she was met with an assortment of sights and smells. House had certainly gone all out while pre-pairing this meal.

"What are we having?"

After breakfast, the two retired to the living room where House to the lounge chair and Cuddy took the sofa.

"You know, you could sit next to me. I promise I won't bite."

"No thanks,."

"Oh come on, its just a couch it's not like we're getting married."

At this comment, House smirked while shooting Cuddy a mischievous glare.

"Would that really be so bad?"

This question took Cuddy off guard as she tried to remain calm, cool and collected while maintaining eye contact with House.

"What?"

Time stood still as House got up from the lounge chair and over to the couch all the while, maintaining a subtle grace and dignity. Once he reached the couch, the diagnostician retrieved a small black box from within his jacket pocket and bent down on once knee.

"Lisa Marie Cuddy, will you marry me?"

Before another word could be uttered, a knock came upon the door bringing both parties out of their trance temporarily.

"Uh, I should get that."

Getting up from the couch, Cuddy held House's gaze all the way over to the front door while mouthing these few words to him "hold that thought."

Unfortunately, this little intrusion turned out to be necessary as Foreman entered the living room, completely out of breath and completely unaware of what he had just walked in on.

"Sorry Doctor Cuddy, I was looking for House and Wilson said he might be here."

Damn Jimmy, I could kill him for this.

Damn that Wilson, if I were still his boss I'd fire him for sure.

If only House and Cuddy could read each others thoughts, they'd be pleasantly surprised.

"What do you want Foreman?"

"House good. Look, I've got a case…"

Putting up a hand to silence his former colleague, House shook his head while trying to keep his emotions at bay.

"Sorry Eric, this time your on your own. I want absolutely nothing to do with Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, its employees or patients. I don't care how interesting this case is my minds made up."

Crossing his arms at this comment Foreman smirked before shooting House a glare.

"Even it meant getting your job back?"

House thought about this for a moment. How would it feel being able to stick to that jackass Robertson? Was it worth taking on one last case for that? Then House thought about Cuddy, the only dean of medicine willing to take a chance on a drug addicted ass. Could he really picture the hospital without her? Could he picture his life without her?

"Okay, you've got a deal."

"Great, let's go."

"I'll meet you outside in a second. There's something I need to take care of first."

Once Foreman left the room, House closed the door and shot Cuddy a hopeful glare.

"So, about that question I asked."

Nodding her at this comment, Cuddy walked over to House and clasped her hand in his while placing a soft kiss upon his lips.

"Yes."