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I don't own House. I do own this story though. Sorry if this is another bad one. Fever doesn't do nice things to my head. Review!
Chapter Seven: The Engagement
House followed Wilson's advice and decided to do it the usual way. A ring and the "will you marry me" line. He had to guess Thirteen's ring size and go to a jeweller to get a suitable ring. He hoped he got the size right though. He just needed to find the right time to ask her.
Another issue was that Thirteen's pregnancy was getting more pronounced. She was often slightly later than usual at work presumably because of her morning sickness. When she arrived, she looked fatigued and stressed. She was also experiencing mood swings. Kutner, being her friend, had asked her whether she was alright and she had snapped at him. It seemed that she had to come clean soon.
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The complications of pregnancy. They were messing with her work. It was getting harder to hide her growing baby. The hormones were another thing. She hated being moody all the time. Snapping at Kutner wasn't very useful either. The team were starting to guess and their guesses were quite close to the truth.
She had always wanted to be a mother. Now she was going to be one and she was proud of it. This was a child she wanted to be born. The child that defied all odds. It did not carry the death sentence that plagued her family. This child had hope. Hope for a better future.
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Thirteen walked into House's office and settled herself into a chair facing him.
"Well, the patient doesn't have meningitis and you were right. Just a febrile seizure." She said quietly.
He twiddled something between his fingers and looked up at her.
House held the ring up and said," Well…you were wrong but you still get the surprise. Will you marry me?"
For a moment, Thirteen was stunned. She blinked a few times and then she said, "Yes."
House slipped the silver ring onto her finger and brought her hand to his face.
"I love you, House." She whispered, tears in her eyes. Damn the hormones, she thought silently.
"As I love you." He replied, brushing the tears off her face.
"We're going to need to tell the team soon. They have already started guessing and they are coming quite close." She muttered.
"I've kept Wilson wondering. He's bound to go to Cuddy soon. And then mommy's going to hound me." Replied House.
"Let's just tell them what they need to know. It's not a long term solution but it'll keep them at bay. Taub thinks I'm on drugs. That's what I don't like." She added unhappily.
"Okay. We'll just tell them you're pregnant with my kid. I don't think they need to know about our engagement yet." House agreed.
Author's note:
Really not right. I'm having problems setting it into the right direction. It's like a drabble now. Ah well. Tell me what you think.