Homecoming - Green Day
House's POV
After all this time i finally felt at home with myself. I finally know who i am. Before now as much as i was me, i really wasn't anyone without him. I mean sure, i was the top diagnostician in the country, but still. Now i had a purpose. Now i had him.
When i went home that night, as i reached the flat door, i heard music inside. I slowly pushed on the wood to see Wilson stood there, cooking dinner, with the table set for two.
I couldn't help but to grin at the site of him in an apron. As i watched, he turned around and smiled at the site of me. "Just thought you could do with a nice meal after a long day at work" James said, while beaming.
"Who are you? My wife?" I replied, matching his grin.
I couldn't fathom how his ex-wifes could survive without him after they split.
A few hours later, long after the meal was over, we sat on the couch and watched tv. Almost jokingly, I yawned and put my arm around him slipping him a quick grin.
In reply to this, Wilson rested his hand on my thigh.
"Now, now James, you can do better than that can't you" I gave him a wink as i slid his hand up higher, towards the now visible bulge that had appeared when i thought of me and him together.