Hi guys!

Thanks a lot for all you reviews :)

Pdubou Thx for telling me. I didn't really like chapter 8 on my own. I have rewritten it a few times but this had been the best version.

I hope you like chapter 9 better... cause I really like this one xD 3

Mima I've already thought about a Huddy baby... But I am not so sure about it. What do you guys think? I am not even sure if I am able to write such a storyline.

I'll think about it. But first I would like you to read chapter 9 which is beta read by the lovely Jane :-)

Here you go. Enjoy!

9. Chapter

Cuddy was lying on the couch wrapped up in a blanket and tried to ignore the voices that were coming from the TV that House refused to switch off.

"You do know that it is already after 11pm, right?" She asked.

"Yep."

"So can you please switch off this crap and go to sleep?"

"Are you nuts? In ten minutes starts a rerun of Oprah. I am not gonna miss that."

"I am tired, House."

"And I am not."

"Can you please show a little bit of consideration? You are not alone in this room."

"Isn't it considerate enough that I turned down the volume?"

She stood up from the couch, went over to his bed, snapped the remote from his hand and pressed the "Off" Button.

"Hey!" He complained.

"Go to sleep!" Cuddy said and went back to the couch. The remote was still in her hand. She was going hold it the whole night long if necessary.

"You are such a party pooper!"

"I have to be when you are behaving so damn childish."

"Watching Oprah is not childish, watching SpongeBob would be."

Cuddy decided not to return anything. She just gave him the satisfaction of having the last word.

She snuggled up under the covers, closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh.

Finally silence.

…

But of course the silence didn't last long. House never could keep his trap shut for a long period of time.

When he started talking Cuddy expected him to make a snarky or a sexual comment. She expected him to say something completely inappropriate or something mean. But she did not reckon on this. Not at all.

"Do you think I'd have been a better person if George was the one who raised me?" His voice was low and vulnerable.

This question came out of the blue and took Cuddy completely by surprise. This wasn't something House usually would ask. Usually he would avoid this topic like a cat would avoid water.

She hadn't expected him to open up this much to her. But she was glad he did.

Without much consideration she got up from the couch and made her way over to House.

She dropped down on bed next to him. Her hand started to look for his. When she finally found it under the cover she took hold of it.

"Maybe you would have been a less pessimistic person, maybe you would have been less ironic, maybe you would have been able to show your feelings more often but these are all just possibilities. You shouldn't think about things like this. You are who you are. And who you are is who you should be." Cuddy whispered. "The way you are is perfectly okay."

House was shocked. And he didn't know if he was feeling like that because he dared to ask this stupid question or if it was because she gave him such an answer.

He didn't know what to say. He was completely overwhelmed. No one has ever said something that powerful to him. No one has ever told him what Lisa Cuddy just did.

She thought that he was okay the way he was. She thought that he was okay even though he had plenty of negative characteristics, even though he was miserable, even though he was a cripple. She accepted all of these facts. She accepted him.

"Nothing is okay with the way I am." His voice was still very quiet.

"I like who you are. And lots of other people do too."

"Yeah, the people I saved from carking. What an unexpected surprise."

"Those people are thankful. That's something else… I mean people who really know you, people you have contact with. Wilson, your team, your mum, me."

"My team does not like me… They just like working in the department of the best diagnostician in this state in order to make their vita look more interesting."

"That was probably their reason to start working for you. But now that they know you they started to care about you. They trust you, House. And I trust you as well."

"You shouldn't."

"But we do." Her thumb was caressing the back of his hand. "Scoot over." She whispered.

"In case you didn't notice: This is a single bed." The vulnerable sound of his voice that was clearly there a few seconds ago was now gone again.

"Fine… Don't scoot over. I don't need much space anyway." Cuddy said and lay down. She placed her head on House' shoulder. Her hand was still holding his.

"What are you doing?", he asked.

"I am trying to sleep which you definitely should try as well."

"How am I supposed to fall asleep when a smoking hot woman is lying next to me and presses her body on my own?"

Cuddy smiled. His way of complimenting her was just unique. And she loved it. "Don't complain. Just enjoy it."

He grinned and closed his eyes. He loved to be this close to her. He wished he could tell her how thankful he was that she came along with him. But he guessed that she already knew.

"Greg? Lisa?" Blythe knocked on the door of her son's old room. "Are you two already awake? Breakfast is ready!"

House groaned and nuzzled his nose in the soft hair that was smelling like roses.

When Blythe didn't receive an answer, she knocked again. "Greg? Are you two coming?"

"Yeah, mum." He shouted with a sleepy voice and made an annoyed facial expression.

"Hurry up! We have to leave soon." Shouted Blythe and then made her way back to the kitchen again.

When House suddenly felt someone moving next to him, his memory of last night came back again: Cuddy was in his bed!

He opened up his eyes and looked at her form.

She was snuggled up against him. Her head was on his chest and her left hand was placed on his stomach.

He noticed as well that his left arm was placed protectively around her and kept her close to him.

And as weird as it may sound, this was the way he wanted to wake up every morning: Her in his arms where she belongs.

He felt Cuddy stir and he immediately looked away from her. She didn't need to know that he liked watching her.

"Mhhh… What time is it?" She murmured against his chest.

"Don't have a clue… I just guess we should get up soon. My mum is already freaking out because breakfast is ready and we are not."

Cuddy giggled slightly, then she yawned. She hadn't opened her eyes yet. "I slept in your bed, right?" It was a question she already knew the answer to. Of course she slept in his bed. Otherwise she wouldn't be cuddled up to him right now.

"Not really. Actually you slept on me. But I slept in the bed so I guess that means that you slept in the bed as well."

Suddenly Cuddy opened up her eyes and looked at him. "I didn't hurt your leg, did I?"

"My leg is fine." He assured her.

"Good." She closed her eyes again.

"Don't you think we should get up?"

"Probably." She said but made no move to get out of bed.

"As much as I would love to lie in bed with you all day I am starving right now."

Finally Cuddy decided to let go of him and slowly got up from the warm and cozy bed. "I'll go to the bathroom."

He nodded and watched her ass when she left the room. God, this woman was killing him.

When Cuddy had left the room she suddenly realized what had happened. She had been sleeping in his bed all night long. She had snuggled up to him. What she had wanted to avoid from the beginning when they had started sleeping together had happened: They had grown emotionally closer and closer each day.

They were so damn comfortable with each other. They knew each other like no one else did. They understood each other without words.

Between them was a bond that obviously seemed to be stronger than she or anyone else ever expected to be.

But whatever she was feeling, it had to wait. Right now there were other things she and House had to worry about.

"Good morning!" Blythe smiled when she saw her son entering the kitchen.

"Hey." House said in a not really enthusiastic voice and dropped down on a chair.

"Where is Lisa?" She put down a plate with pancakes on the table.

"Bathroom."

"I hope she didn't mind sleeping on the couch?"

"She didn't." Was House' short answer. He still wasn't interested in talking to her.

"Greg… I am so sorry for not telling you sooner about George. And I am sorry that I was not able to stop John from doing all those horrible things to you. I had no money and no place to go to. I had no other choice than to stay."

"I don't want to hear any of this right now!" His voice was forceful. He wanted her to understand that he was fed up with all of this. He didn't want to talk with her about this.

"Okay…" She said sadly and sighed. She didn't want to force him to listen to her. That wouldn't be the right method.

A few seconds later Cuddy entered the room. "Good morning", she said and smiled at Blythe.

"Good morning, Lisa." She gladly returned the smile. "You wanna have some coffee?"

"Yeah, that would be great." Cuddy glanced at House and sat down next to him which gave him an unexpected feeling of comfort and security. A feeling he never ever experienced with anyone else but her.

TBC...

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In the next chapter is the funeral. Will update ASAP :-)

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