Is asking for 240 reviews too much? XD I'm ALWAYS like 4 reviews away from my goal number when I update Why do you guys hate me! XD LOL JK Anyway. Part one of Blythe's visit? Y/Y? And is 260 too much to ask for? XD Yes? XD Then uhm how about 255? Any how, yeah enjoy! This is your Easter basket from me! xD Happy Easter for those who celebrate and don't forget, THERE'S NO NEW EP tomorrow. Also, was I the only one who freaked out over the dog? IT WAS TOTALLY WOODROW YOU GUYS. Okay. I'm gonna go now. Don't forget to review. xD

June 30th, 2010 (25 Weeks)

"What time is she getting here?" Cuddy asked from the table as she watched House prepare an early dinner.

"Around six."

"Are you nervous about seeing her again? It's been what, two years?" She continued, curious as to how House was feeling about seeing his mother again.

"Yeah, it's been two years.. Haven't seen her since you drugged me and made Wilson drive me down to my dad's funeral.." He responded bitterly. Cuddy chuckled to herself at the memory of injecting House with a sedative unbeknownst to him as she fingered the silver pendant around her neck.

"You're not nervous at all?"

She watched him shrug as he pulled various spices off of the spice rack. "Oh come on. You have to be a little nervous or something." She pressed, impatient that he was being difficult.

"I'm indifferent. I really don't care. It's not like I told her to come. She offered. I wasn't going to say no.."

"House, you can't be serious."

"Cuddy what do you want me to say? That I'm happy she's visiting? That I'm excited to hear her recount my numerous failures because I've finally done something right in my life? Because it's not going to happen." He retorted, his tone rising angrily. Cuddy bit her lip, contemplating on her next move. She stood carefully, and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey.." She said biting her lip again.

"I'm fine." He replied dryly as he shrugged her hand off of his shoulder. She sighed, a bit hurt at his unwillingness to open up to her. As she turned to walk away she felt his hand on her elbow, stopping her. She turned back to face him an studied his expression closely. There was something hidden there beneath his expression, and she suddenly understood.

"Your leg."

She watched him nod grimly and she took a deep breath. "When did it start?" She asked plaing a hand on his face and caressing his cheek with her thumb.

"Last week."

She sighed. Of course. Right after the news about the baby. First that, now his leg pain worsening. The odds were never in their favor.

"Is the Ibuprofen enough? Do I need to write you a script for something stronger? If you're in pain.."

"This is exactly why I didn't say anything. You're overreacting. I'm fine."

"House -" She was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. "We'll talk about this later."

She let him continue making dinner as she walked to the door, taking a deep breath before pulling it open.

"Lisa, you're glowing!" Blythe House said as she pulled Cuddy into a hug. Cuddy smiled as she returned the hug.

"How've you been Blythe? It's been years." She said stepping aside and letting House's mother inside.

"Oh I've been well. Lonely without John, but what can I do?" She replied sadly. "But enough about me! How are you? And where is that son of mine!" She continued as they sat down in the living room.

"He's making dinner."

"He cooks? Since when does my son cook?" She asked in disbelief. Cuddy tried to hide her smile. She was right to think that Blythe knew nothing about her son.

"He took it up as a hobby after he came out of Rehab. Just another thing for him to succeed at."

"Oh that's nice." Blythe responded as Rachel scurried into the room, Woodrow hot on her trail. "Oh this little cutie must be Rachel! Greg has told me all about her." She said waving as the little girl settled herself into Cuddy's lap.

"Say hi honey." Cuddy said as Rachel shyly buried her face into her mother's stomach.

"She's precious."

"Thank you." Cuddy responded as she watched House limp out of the kitchen and into the living room.

"Oh! My boy!"

"Hi mom."

She smiled at the exchange between House and his mother. It a rarity to see this side of him.

"How was your flight?" House asked as he sat besides his mother. Small talk. Anything other than that could wait until after Cuddy had gone to bed. He didn't need her to be around when his mother started recounting his failures to him.

"Bumpy."

"And the drive from the airport?"

"Gregory, please. I know how to get around New Jersey." She replied patting his shoulder.

"So.. Dinner's ready.." House replied awkwardly standing.

"Great." Cuddy responded, reaching a hand out. House took it and somehow managed to help her stand without causing himself to topple over.

"God you're huge." He teased as he followed her into the kitchen.

"Shut up." She replied smacking him in the arm.

"Ow. What did I tell you about the domestic abuse? Do I need to report you?"

"Oh please." She laughed.

House could feel his mother's eyes on them as she followed a few paces behind. His shoulders tensed, because he knew that the second she had him alone she would mention how nice it was to see him act like a normal person. Cuddy seemed to have noticed it because he watched her smile falter a bit. It was astounding to him how she could easily read his mind. It was almost like she was inside his head. He shook the thought, remembering that the last time Cuddy was "inside" his mind he'd hallucinated making love to her. Thatwas not an experience he needed to relive.

Dinner lasted for what seemed like an eternity for House. It was filled with meaningless small talk, feigned excitement on both his and Cuddy's behalf about moving into the new house next week, and more meaningless small talk.

"I'm going to give Rachel a bath." Cuddy said as she placed her dish in the sink. "Come on Rach, let's go shower." She continued holding out a hand for the little girl.

"Damn it."House thought as he watched the pair walk away.

"I guess I'll show you to your room.." He said awkwardly clearing his throat before standing. He lead her down the hall and into the bedroom across from Rachel's. "Uhm.. I'll see you in the morning.." He turning to leave.

"Son?"

"Here it comes."

"What?"

"I'm happy for you."

He waited a second for her to continue, and when she didn't he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Cuddy towel dried her hair, before making her way towards the kitchen, where she found House.

"Hey." She greeted him as she took a seat beside him at the table. She could sense that something was bothering him. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine.. Just thinking.."

"About what?"

"She's proud of me."

"She should be."

She leaned over and kissed him, caressing his cheek as she did so.

"Come on. Let's go to bed."

She stood, and as she reached the hall, she heard him swear. She turned around to find him clutching the table for support. She walked back towards him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"I don't care what you have to say. I'm writing you a script for something stronger than the ibuprofen. You need it."