Pact For Love
House and Cuddy are married and have 2 children. Shocking news leaves them to debate their futures, and their children's. They are elderly now, and their children are grown up, but does it mean that they feel better about leaving them behind?
This is not for everyone, but this is an issue that comes up frequently in my Ethics class. So I'm warning you now, you might find this fic very sad and/or quite disturbing. And I apologise for that, but it's an issue that needs to be addressed.
Chapter 2
Cuddy POV
We pulled up into Gaby's driveway, where our children and grandchildren awaited us.
Greg and I got out of the car, and the change in position made me grimace with the dull, throbbing ache that felt like it was boring through me and was soon to come out the other side.
'Lisa,' he said, alarmed. 'Are you sure you're ok?'
'Uh huh,' I mutter, in too much pain to properly speak.
'The sooner we get you to the doctor, the better,' he replied, holding my hand to steady me.
'Yeah,' I respond, finally finding some words.
'Let's get you inside,' he suggested, making sure that most of my weight was supported by him.
We walked up to the big antique door and knocked on the brass knocker. We were greeted by George, balancing Lola on his hip.
'Hey guys, Gaby and Jas are fussing over the food so Noah and I got kid duty. Come in.'
'Thanks,' I murmur.
'Lisa, are you ok?' George asked, concern present in his facial expressions.
'Yeah, I'm fine, I've just been a bit sick recently and I had a funny turn,' I answer, keeping my voice and face neutral.
'Okay,' he replied, not entirely convinced.
Slowly, we came in to find organized chaos.
It was chaos as the living room was full of people, but organized in the fact that everyone was reasonably quiet and doing their own thing.
I looked around.
I saw Lola and Maxwell playing with some sort of toy, JP was crawling around, not being bothered to walk and Nina doodling on a piece of paper. And there was my son and son in law, with their children. Brady was sleeping soundly in the crook of George's arm and Alice was trying to pull Noah's hair.
When Noah saw us, he put Alice on the floor to crawl and wandered over to greet us. He kissed me on the cheek and hugged Greg.
'Mom, are you ok? You look a little off colour,' he commented.
'I'm fine sweetheart, don't worry,' I retorted, brushing off his worry.
We sat and played with the kids, cuddled Alice and Brady and chatted with George and Noah about life in general.
An hour later, a flour covered Gaby and Jas made their entrance. They dusted themselves off and hugged both Greg and I. I received another comment about my health, which I dismissed again. I didn't want to worry then.
We left late that night, and came home. I still felt a bit in pain, and it had gotten worse after eating, but it was slowly getting better.