Soundtrack Of My Life...

My life can be explained through my talent... Sometimes it doesn't turn out as I want it to. But since I met her... I can't help but break out into song.

So here we go everyone...Chapter 7 as promised. I don't mean to be ungrateful, but my story traffic says that this story gets lots of views...so where are my reviews? Thank you to all my lovely people for reviewing.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own House, David Shore does. I would love to own House, I would stop House and Cuddy pussyfooting around each other and get them together. I also do not own the lyrics to Beautiful Boy, Celine Dion does. I am simply playing with them, I get no profit.

Chapter 7 – Beautiful Boy

Cuddy POV

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Boy

Our little boy is so beautiful...he is a clone of his daddy, you never would guess that I was his mommy.

Little Isaac Avi James.

James obviously for Wilson, and Avi, which in Jewish means 'my father'.

I thought it was fitting, seeing as he looked so much like Greg.

It's unbelievable where I am in my life now compared to 2 years ago. So much has changed.

Close your eyes,
Have no fear,
The monster's gone,
He's on the run
And your mummy's here.

I think that my uncle Harry scared him. He can do that sometimes. But now, he's quiet, still and peaceful, as I watch him sleep. Mommy's here now, nothing's gonna happen to my little prince.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Boy,
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Boy.

I can't stop saying it.

Greg keeps saying that I'll give Isaac a complex by keep calling him beautiful.

That I should call him handsome.

Although he is handsome, beautiful fits him more.

He's our beautiful boy.

Before you go to sleep,
Say a little prayer,

I know that Greg's an atheist, but every night, I pray for God to watch over Isaac and keep him safe from harm.

But, what can I say?

I love him.


Every day in every way,
It's getting better and better,

Giving birth, and being a mother to Rachel and Isaac gets better everyday.

Who could have a better life?

I'm the Dean of Medicine at a successful hospital, nice house, nice car, loving husband, two children and complete bliss in life.

I wake up next to my gorgeous husband every morning, listening to his mild snores in my ear as I'm snuggled in the crook of his neck, him being tired after a long night of love.

I breastfeed my son, then Greg gets Rachel breakfast, although I keep telling him that Sugar Loops will rot Rachel's teeth, but sometimes, it's like having another child.

The Nanny comes in for the day, we leave for work and I am Cuddy. House annoys me, I say no to whatever he wants, I whinge about clinic hours, he banters with me.

Then the work day ends.

We go home, make dinner, play with our children, read them a story then put them to bed.

Then we have our 'adult time' before bed.

My blissful day in a life.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Boy (Beautiful boy),
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Boy.

Greg's starting to call me a broken record.

Out on the ocean, sailing away
I can hardly wait
To see you come of age

I cannot wait to see Isaac graduate from college, hopefully as the top of his class.

I've got a feeling he's going to be a diagnostician like Greg, hopefully a better tempered one.


But I guess we'll both just have to be patient
Cause it's a long way to go,

Gosh, 20 odd years before we even have to think about graduation...

I'll enjoy him being around while I can.


Before you cross the street,
Take my hand,
Life is just what happens to you while you're busy making other plans...

I'll always hold onto him and treasure him.

My baby House.

I want to make sure that my baby boy has everything he will ever want and need.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Boy
I start to sing to him as he starts to stir.

Greg hears me and comes in.

We cuddle up and watch what we made sleep.

Our beautiful boy.