Here's Chapter . Sorry this chapter isn't the best. I'm already starting to work on Chapter 3 and I promise that it will be much better than this one! :D I will try and post it by Monday (1/31) I hope you enjoy and thanks for the reviews and reading it!

Lucas didn't come home with her that night. As much as he wanted to she really needed time to think. She gave him the best excuse she could think of, which just so happened to be the lamest excuse as well.

"I'm just not feeling the greatest. We'll celebrate tomorrow I promise but tonight I'd just like to go to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Alright, you did seem a bit out of it. I'll call you in the morning." Lucas said as leaned in for a kiss. But she really didn't want to kiss so she jerked her head down forcing him to kiss her forehead. Cuddy stepped out of the car and walked toward the door of her house. Confused by what just happened, Lucas drove away.

As she approached the door she almost felt a sigh of relief. She put the key into the lock and as she turned the key she thought to herself I'm finally alone. But only for this short while.

She opened the door to the soft lulls of the TV. Dropping her keys on the table next to the door and turning the corner to the living room she saw the babysitter with a very sleepy Rachel. Although as soon as she saw her mother Rachel eyes widened and a smile filled her face.

"Mommy!" she said racing over toward Cuddy. Cuddy picked Rachel up and kissed her forhead.

"Hi sweetie! Did you have fun?" Cuddy watched her daughter shake her head yes and wander around the living room showing her everything that she had done that night with the sitter.

Now if there was one thing that could always make her feel better it was Rachel. After every bad day, after every loss of a patient, even after every jerk thing that House did or said to her, Rachel could always bring joy back to her life. She truly was the love of her life.

After getting the sitter set and sending her home Cuddy walked upstairs with Rachel and set her down in her large empty bed. Rachel grabbed her mother's pillow and cuddled up to it. Cuddy watched on with joy as she herself changed into her pajamas and slipped into bed next to her daughter. She began to rub Rachel's back and looking up just past her daughter to the other side of the room.

There was a shelf over that that was covered with pictures. Family pictures mostly with her mom, sister and dad when she was younger. Pictures of friends from college but most of the pictures were of Rachel. From the moment she was adopted to today. But there was one picture that caught her eye and she couldn't take her eyes off of. It was one of her with Wilson and House. She couldn't for the life of her remember where it was taken at or why it was taken for that fact. But House actually had a smile on his face and she never noticed but he was looking at her. And not the normal way he did, staring at her, making provocative comments. He was actually looking as though he had true feeling for her.

She thought to herself Damn you House. Why do I have to feel this way? I have this guy who could honestly make my life better. Someone who could be a father to my daughter; he could take care of me. But yet I'm still stuck on you.

This thought stuck in head as she placed sleeping Rachel into bed and as she drifted to sleep. Why must I feel THIS way…about House.

Now little did she know, these feelings would be put to the test in a few short hours…