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June 11th, 2010 (22 Weeks)

"What where you thinking? I told you I didn't you to buy me anything." House asked running a hand down his face as he watched Cuddy pick his birthday present off of the ground. His birthday present. His living, breathing, birthday present.

"Well technically, I didn't buy him. He was free." She responded as the Golden Retriever licked her face. "Plus I figured since we're moving into a bigger house with a fenced in yard and all, a dog would be a good idea. You know, they're good for security purposes and what not... It'd be great for Rachel to have a pet.. So technically he's not really for you, he's for all of us... He just happened to enter our lives on your birthday. Yeah... That's it." She said casually, holding the yellow ball of fluff out to him.

"I don't want to hold it." He responded, pushing he pup away. Leave it to Cuddy to get him a present when he specifically asked her not too. He was fine with just the dinner and sex, but no, she HAD to buy him present. Technically she had bought him a present, because in getting a dog, she had also shown up with a pen and dog food. He knew there was no way in hell he was going to be able to get rid of it after that.

"Oh come on. Just take him for a minute. At least so I can go to the bathroom."

"Put 'im on the floor."

"If he makes a mess, you're cleaning it up." She retorted, as she set the dog down and watched him run off towards House before exiting the room. House watched as the puppy began to chew at his sneakers, skeptical as to how he had gotten into this position.

"Will you stop it, you little mutt." He pushed the dog to the side with his foot, only to have him run back towards him, this time trying to jump onto his lap.

"Daddy we get puppy!" Rachel squeaked as she entered the room with Cuddy.

"I thought you were going to the bathroom." House asked, ignoring Rachel's question and rolling his eyes as Cuddy sat down beside him.

"Everybody lies." She quipped calling the pup towards her. House watched as the the dog stumbled over his front paws and smacked his jaw on the hard wood floor.

"What are you going to name him?" Cuddy asked picking him up and placing him on her lap.

"I'm not naming him anything. You got him, you're naming him."

"He's your dog." She said placing him in House's lap. "I'm going to go make your birthday dinner. Do you want anything in particular?"

"Yeah, I want this dog off of me."

He watched Cuddy roll her eyes before going into the kitchen to get dinner started. He stared down at the dog in his lap, contemplating on whether or not to pet it, or put him back down on the ground. It's not that he didn't like dogs, it was just that the one experience he did have with dogs wasn't the greatest. He'd watched Wilson's dog Hector a couple of years back, and the dog had been a total demon. He'd chewed through several pairs of his sneakers, not to mention his five hundred dollar cane, and several first edition medical texts. Sighing as the pup made himself comfortable, he pet him, which turned out to be a horrible idea. The second his hand made it down the pup's spine, he felt wet and warm liquid run down his leg, undoubtedly, happy pee. Groaning, he set him down on the ground and went into the kitchen. Intending to get revenge on Cuddy for this, he came up behind her and pulled her into him, making sure that she was against him where the pup had peed on him.

"Why are you wet..." She asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, why don't you ask that creature you brought upon us."

"House! You're disgusting." She groaned pulling away, realizing what he was saying. House smirked, glad that he had gotten his revenge. "I can't believe you did that." She whined, patting her now wet bottom.

"Payback's a bitch." He mocked. "How much longer till dinner?"

"Well I need to go shower, so it'll take longer than it should have."

"How about you finish dinner, and I make us a secret bath."

He watched as Cuddy bit her lip, contemplating on it. She nodded, and he smirked, figuring that in the end staying in his piss covered jeans for a little longer would be worth it. He made his way back into her living room and lowered himself to the ground beside Rachel who was rubbing the pup's stomach.

"Daddy, we have puppy?" She asked, continuing to pet the dog.

"Yes. We have a puppy." He sighed, looking down at the sight in front of him.

"Puppy have name?"

"Not yet." He replied.

"What we gonna name him?"

That was a good question. What was he going to name him? He couldn't name him something macho like Monster, because he could tell that there was nothing "macho" about this dog. He supposed he could name him something ridiculous and unfitting, like a female name. He could name him Allison, and then call him Al for short. Or he could name him Jimmy... Or Wilson.. Wilson would work because it would annoy the actual Wilson that House had chosen to name a dog after him, but then it would cause confusion should both Wilsons be present. Furrowing his brow, he thought of other name possibilities that would have the effect he wanted it to have on Wilson, or anyone for that matter. He could name him Little Greg, but that name was already taken. He could name him after an actor, but he'd already used the name of his favorite actor on his long deceased rat Steve McQueen. He thought about other possibilities, before deciding to name him after a historical figure, a president. Running through the list of past presidents in his head, he settled on three names. It was down to Clinton, Lincoln, and Wilson. He decided it was best to name the pup Woodrow, because that way his full name could be Woodrow Wilson, and he could use it to mock the actual Wilson. He smirked at his clever choice of a name.

"We're gonna name him Woodrow."

"Wooooodrow?" Rachel asked tilting her head to the side.

"That's right kid, Woodrow." He responded ruffling the little girl's hair.

"Dinner's ready." He heard Cuddy call from the kitchen.

He lifted himself carefully off of the floor before picking up Rachel, who had already opened her arms for him to carry her. House made his way to the kitchen, careful not to trip over Woodrow, who had decided to follow after him. He handed Rachel over to Cuddy, who placed her in her booster seat.

"I named him." House said casually, as he served himself a slice of lasagna.

"Oh really.." She said, raising an eyebrow.

"His name's Wilson." He quipped, smirking as she raised both eyebrows at his answer.

"You can't be serious.."

"I'm completely serious. His name is Woodrow Wilson." He made sure to emphasize on the second name to make sure he had made his point.

"Oh. I get it, I assume you'll be referring to him as Wilson when Wilson is around?"

"Atta girl Cuddles, I knew you'd catch on eventually." He teased, taking a bite of his dinner.

He smirked when she rolled her eyes, knowing that his little remark had annoyed her as it should have. They finished off their dinner with small talk about his current case and things that needed to be done before they moved into the new house at the end of the month. House still needed to empty out his apartment and put it up for rent, and Cuddy had yet to put her house up for sale.

"I'm gonna go give Rachel a bath." Cuddy said winking, as she picked Rachel up from her booster seat.

House nodded his acknowledgment as he watched her go. Getting up from the table, he cleared it off and put the dishes in the dish washer before making his way into Cuddy's private bathroom and started filling the tub. Looking thru her toiletries, he grabbed an assortment of bath salts and poured them into the scorching water. He stripped down, and lowered himself into the tub, the heat of the water working wonders on his bad thigh.

"Already started without me?" Cuddy said as she entered the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

"Drop the towel and get in here." He commanded as she smirked.

"Or what?"

"Come on Cuddles. It's my birthday, why are you making me beg?" He whined playfully.

"I thought you didn't like birthdays.."

"That was before I got to spend them with you." He watched a smile spread across her lips after hearing him say that.

"Do you want me to face you or...?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

He watched as she took her towel off and got into the tub, with her back to his chest, exactly how he had known she would get in. He rested his head above hers as she sunk a little deeper into the water, taking both of her hands in his and rubbing them with his thumb. He pulled on each of her fingers, cracking them individually, before grabbing the soap and lathering it over her shoulders.

"What are you doing?" She asked as he started kneading his thumbs into her shoulder blades.

"Don't ask, and enjoy the free back massage."

"But it's your birthday, I should be giving you a massage."

"I don't need one. Now shut up before I change my mind."

He continued to knead his thumbs into the knots in her back, as she groaned in approval. He passed her the soap so she could wash herself as he worked his way down to the small of her back, pressing on it with force, hoping to relieve some of the pain he knew she had been experiencing over the course of the past few weeks. He washed the soap off of her back, before running his lips along her neck.

"Not yet." She murmured, releasing herself from his arms to stand. House watched as she turned around to face him before lowering herself back into the water. She took the soap, and started to lather his chest, rubbing circles across it. He closed his eyes and relaxed as he felt her work her way up, and slowly lather his biceps. He took the soap from her and finished off just as she started massaging his thigh. He could feel himself getting erect as he felt her hand between his legs.

"Now." She whispered, wrapping her hand around him and stroking him ever so slowly. House groaned as she started rub him faster. He pulled her as close as he could before pressing his lips to space between her shoulder and neck and sucking, causing her to moan in approval.

"You're.. going.. to leave a hickey.." She groaned pulling away.

"It's called make up." He retorted, before kissing her just as she was about to respond. He felt her release him and wrap her arms around his neck. He pulled her onto his lap, her legs on either side of him, making sure she could feel him against her thigh.

"House.. Take me.. now.."

He smirked at her response, kissing her neck.

"Not in here. Bedroom."

They got out of the tub, not even bothering to drain it before quickly drying off and making their way into the bedroom. He pulled her on top of him before collapsing onto the bed. He ran his hands along her sides, and the curves he loved so much, stopping at her at her ass and giving it a firm squeeze, causing Cuddy to squeak. She ran her lips against his jaw, before he quickly turned them over so that she was beneath him. He gripped one of her thighs, and ran his hand along it before slipping a finger inside of her. She groaned with pleasure as he slid his finger in and out of her at a painfully slow pace. He pressed gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs as she moaned again.

"House! Please." She whimpered pulling his face up to meet hers. He looked into her eyes before thrusting into her. She arched into him as he pulled her hips against his, rocking them forward. His movements increased and he could feel her nails being dug into his back as she bit at his lips hungrily. He heard her whimper against his lips and he could tell that she was close to climaxing. He increased his movements, he himself close to releasing. He felt Cuddy hold his face against hers as she climaxed. He pushed himself deeper into her, and climaxed as he felt her tighten around him. He dropped down beside her and pulled her into his arms, smiling as she gently kissed him.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too."