I've been thinking a lot lately and I ended up coming up with this fã fic story. Titles had been taken from my fave songs and guys, I hope you like this. Thanks for reading!
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There’s nothing new this morning but Cuddy find it unusual to feel no body sleeping seguinte to her. Her eyes would amor to be shut again but she instantly jumped on her feet the moment she learned how late she is for work. She sure does thought of killing someone for not informing her to wake up and get dress for a meeting that was bound to start in 20 minutes.
“You’re an ass,” she said as she walked in the cozinha to grab some sanduíche and to kiss Rachel good morning to a man she does admire even it was his back that’s facing her. “Is that my morning greeting?” House asked with a smile while placing a pancake on a plate.
“You’re suppose to wake me up,” she complained, “there’s a board meeting in less than 20 minutos and my files, oh god,” she stopped remembering her denunciar hasn’t been finished yet. “Seriously?” he asked as he hand her over a chá which she took, “you know I can’t do that. I know how tired you were from last night ---“ he stopped the moment he saw Cuddy widened her eyes with her hands holding both Rachel’s ears.
“Stop it or I’ll kill you.”
“Like she could understand what I’m saying. One ano olds can’t visualize what doggy style is.”
“One.” He knew she was atuação pissed but he’d rather stop than missing a morning kiss and hug from her. There were a brief moment of silence between them before Cuddy was certain he won’t say smuts in front of their daughter again, House adopted the little girl before going through another chapter of his life. She stood up, removing her hands free from the baby’s ear, but just when she’s about to leave the hall, House got her por her waist and spun her back, pulling her closer to him.
“Daddy needs a prize for following your rules dear,” he said owning a grin after both of them looked at Rachel who made a babyish giggle while looking at them, as if she could understand what’s happening around her.
“Really,” she asked in return, “I can’t possibly resist that.” She got a smirk as an answer before she leaned towards him and gave him a quick peck which House deepened. Cuddy broke the kiss when they heard a bowl hitting the floor, Rachel’s mingau had been sprawled all around it and they both sighed given the view of that. “I’ll get it,” he presented, “you go and get dress for work.”
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
“So,” Wilson was the one who started the conversation the moment he met House in front of a vending machine five hours later, “how’s our family man?”
“Same as usual,” House returned without even looking back at his best friend who’s now standing seguinte to him and was eating peanuts, “you didn’t tell me sex will be so much better as the days go by.” He started to trail off back to his office but the oncologist followed him all the way.
“You know, there’s a simple explanation for that House. Maybe I didn’t tell you because I never thought that you’ll like the one-partner-for-life idea.”
“I don’t but I realized that it’s really strange to be sleeping with strangers. And give me a greater thing than having an all access pass to Cuddy’s fun bags?”
“Well if Cuddy’s fun bags are the ones you’re pointing at, I’m sure there are a lot of women who have better boob job than hers.” House sighed as they stopped por the doorway of his office. “Boob job? Who says she had one?” he said it in a mockery manner but Wilson knew House was annoyed por that.
“Fine,” the oncologist shook his head, “if that’s the life you wanted, so be it.”
“Of course it will be. It already did actually ‘cause if you go down now, please read the sign in Cuddy’s office door that says Lisa C. House, MD, dean of medicine,” his voice spoke out how proud he is and even if Wilson knew how happy his best friend is, he knows, somewhere along the way, something will happen that not even one of them will be spared from getting hurt.
Cuddy was about to close the elevator door when Conway, one of the board, happen to ride with her. They were the only ones who were stuck in that moving launcher and the awkward silence seemed to be an indirect suicide for both of them. “Ah,” Conway started that caught the dean’s eye to looked at him, “anything new being Mrs. Dr. Gregory House?”
She chuckled. “I take this as the board talked with you to talk with me.” Conway flushed knowing he’s already busted. Cuddy isn’t an idiot, she can’t be fooled not even once, maybe House was already getting into her that she was now being somehow like him. A nod from him confirmed everything; that she’s right, the board directed this middle aged man to talk to her.
“Lisa,” he started, “I know you amor ---“
“We’re clear then,” she said without looking back at him but instead laying her eyes on the tab that states what floor they are, “I don’t have to say this so many times because I know it’s already pretty obvious but for the sake of you I’ll be happy to repeat it.” She’s smiling as she realized how close they are to the ground floor before lifting her free hand (one was holding her reports) to hold Conway’s right arm.
“I amor House, I amor my husband and whatever you say, won’t matter because our marriage has nothing to do with what we do in this hospital,” she finished with a smile and with a glint in her eyes and finally the elevator dings and opened before she completely walked out from the launcher and trailed back to her office in the clinic.
“It’s like they amor to blow our minds with what they think is right,” Cuddy complained in their porch as House watched her pace out near the porch rail that evening. He took some cerveja in his mouth before chuckling at her. “Ohgod House,” she said wearing an annoyed look at her face, “they’re landing bombs on us and you’re…laughing?”
“Laughing?” he said holding his chuckles, “I’m not. I just find it weird that Lisa Cuddy suddenly was bothered por the intrigues running in the hospital lately.”
“And you’re not?”
“Of course I am. I just don’t care. It’s a damn if you, damn if you don’t job especially when your best friend’s already one of those who seemed to amor to see you be persecuted.”
“Wilson? He’s one of them now?” House arched one of his eyebrows, which Cuddy figured was so sexy of him to do. He watched her gave out a heavy sigh and she seemed to be losing grip that things will be fine in the hospital as long as their marriage is concern. She turned her back away from him and was now looking at the city of Princeton-Plainsboro at night when he stood seguinte to her, rounding his arm on her waist while the other was in front of her.
“C’mon, you’re not an eight ano old girl who runs away just because somebody calls you ugly,” he said, trying to make her feel better.
“House, this isn’t like that.”
“Are you sure you’re my wife?” he smiled the moment she turned her head and chuckled at his joke, “you should know better that I amor to use metaphors. Wait a second, I don’t think that’s even one.” He smiled and that made her chuckle at herself for being that weak in times like this. He slowly pulled her head until he felt it was already on his chest before letting his chin rest on topo, início of her head while Cuddy enjoyed the calm rhythm of House’s coração beat underneath the thin semi-loose fit tee she gave him.
“We’ll be fine. Sure they say that now. You can’t expect them to welcome this bondage in just a week after we announce we are married as soon as we arrived from Singapore from a two and a half week ‘infectious disease’ conference.”
“What’s great about you is that you’re right all the time,” she said without pulling away from his chest.
“Okay maybe you’re right about that but not all the time,” he finally admitted he does commits mistake, “I just don’t need what others have to say about us.” She pulled back a few inches only to be received por his blue eyes and a smile on his lips.
“’Cause I have you and everything’s alright,” he smiled again as Cuddy chuckled before he grabbed her again and beijar the side of her head under the new roof they bought together as husband and wife.
So guys what do you think? TBC? or just end here? Either way I'll be happy to know so drop a comment.:) Thanks for reading!
Featured song: link
There’s nothing new this morning but Cuddy find it unusual to feel no body sleeping seguinte to her. Her eyes would amor to be shut again but she instantly jumped on her feet the moment she learned how late she is for work. She sure does thought of killing someone for not informing her to wake up and get dress for a meeting that was bound to start in 20 minutes.
“You’re an ass,” she said as she walked in the cozinha to grab some sanduíche and to kiss Rachel good morning to a man she does admire even it was his back that’s facing her. “Is that my morning greeting?” House asked with a smile while placing a pancake on a plate.
“You’re suppose to wake me up,” she complained, “there’s a board meeting in less than 20 minutos and my files, oh god,” she stopped remembering her denunciar hasn’t been finished yet. “Seriously?” he asked as he hand her over a chá which she took, “you know I can’t do that. I know how tired you were from last night ---“ he stopped the moment he saw Cuddy widened her eyes with her hands holding both Rachel’s ears.
“Stop it or I’ll kill you.”
“Like she could understand what I’m saying. One ano olds can’t visualize what doggy style is.”
“One.” He knew she was atuação pissed but he’d rather stop than missing a morning kiss and hug from her. There were a brief moment of silence between them before Cuddy was certain he won’t say smuts in front of their daughter again, House adopted the little girl before going through another chapter of his life. She stood up, removing her hands free from the baby’s ear, but just when she’s about to leave the hall, House got her por her waist and spun her back, pulling her closer to him.
“Daddy needs a prize for following your rules dear,” he said owning a grin after both of them looked at Rachel who made a babyish giggle while looking at them, as if she could understand what’s happening around her.
“Really,” she asked in return, “I can’t possibly resist that.” She got a smirk as an answer before she leaned towards him and gave him a quick peck which House deepened. Cuddy broke the kiss when they heard a bowl hitting the floor, Rachel’s mingau had been sprawled all around it and they both sighed given the view of that. “I’ll get it,” he presented, “you go and get dress for work.”
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
“So,” Wilson was the one who started the conversation the moment he met House in front of a vending machine five hours later, “how’s our family man?”
“Same as usual,” House returned without even looking back at his best friend who’s now standing seguinte to him and was eating peanuts, “you didn’t tell me sex will be so much better as the days go by.” He started to trail off back to his office but the oncologist followed him all the way.
“You know, there’s a simple explanation for that House. Maybe I didn’t tell you because I never thought that you’ll like the one-partner-for-life idea.”
“I don’t but I realized that it’s really strange to be sleeping with strangers. And give me a greater thing than having an all access pass to Cuddy’s fun bags?”
“Well if Cuddy’s fun bags are the ones you’re pointing at, I’m sure there are a lot of women who have better boob job than hers.” House sighed as they stopped por the doorway of his office. “Boob job? Who says she had one?” he said it in a mockery manner but Wilson knew House was annoyed por that.
“Fine,” the oncologist shook his head, “if that’s the life you wanted, so be it.”
“Of course it will be. It already did actually ‘cause if you go down now, please read the sign in Cuddy’s office door that says Lisa C. House, MD, dean of medicine,” his voice spoke out how proud he is and even if Wilson knew how happy his best friend is, he knows, somewhere along the way, something will happen that not even one of them will be spared from getting hurt.
Cuddy was about to close the elevator door when Conway, one of the board, happen to ride with her. They were the only ones who were stuck in that moving launcher and the awkward silence seemed to be an indirect suicide for both of them. “Ah,” Conway started that caught the dean’s eye to looked at him, “anything new being Mrs. Dr. Gregory House?”
She chuckled. “I take this as the board talked with you to talk with me.” Conway flushed knowing he’s already busted. Cuddy isn’t an idiot, she can’t be fooled not even once, maybe House was already getting into her that she was now being somehow like him. A nod from him confirmed everything; that she’s right, the board directed this middle aged man to talk to her.
“Lisa,” he started, “I know you amor ---“
“We’re clear then,” she said without looking back at him but instead laying her eyes on the tab that states what floor they are, “I don’t have to say this so many times because I know it’s already pretty obvious but for the sake of you I’ll be happy to repeat it.” She’s smiling as she realized how close they are to the ground floor before lifting her free hand (one was holding her reports) to hold Conway’s right arm.
“I amor House, I amor my husband and whatever you say, won’t matter because our marriage has nothing to do with what we do in this hospital,” she finished with a smile and with a glint in her eyes and finally the elevator dings and opened before she completely walked out from the launcher and trailed back to her office in the clinic.
“It’s like they amor to blow our minds with what they think is right,” Cuddy complained in their porch as House watched her pace out near the porch rail that evening. He took some cerveja in his mouth before chuckling at her. “Ohgod House,” she said wearing an annoyed look at her face, “they’re landing bombs on us and you’re…laughing?”
“Laughing?” he said holding his chuckles, “I’m not. I just find it weird that Lisa Cuddy suddenly was bothered por the intrigues running in the hospital lately.”
“And you’re not?”
“Of course I am. I just don’t care. It’s a damn if you, damn if you don’t job especially when your best friend’s already one of those who seemed to amor to see you be persecuted.”
“Wilson? He’s one of them now?” House arched one of his eyebrows, which Cuddy figured was so sexy of him to do. He watched her gave out a heavy sigh and she seemed to be losing grip that things will be fine in the hospital as long as their marriage is concern. She turned her back away from him and was now looking at the city of Princeton-Plainsboro at night when he stood seguinte to her, rounding his arm on her waist while the other was in front of her.
“C’mon, you’re not an eight ano old girl who runs away just because somebody calls you ugly,” he said, trying to make her feel better.
“House, this isn’t like that.”
“Are you sure you’re my wife?” he smiled the moment she turned her head and chuckled at his joke, “you should know better that I amor to use metaphors. Wait a second, I don’t think that’s even one.” He smiled and that made her chuckle at herself for being that weak in times like this. He slowly pulled her head until he felt it was already on his chest before letting his chin rest on topo, início of her head while Cuddy enjoyed the calm rhythm of House’s coração beat underneath the thin semi-loose fit tee she gave him.
“We’ll be fine. Sure they say that now. You can’t expect them to welcome this bondage in just a week after we announce we are married as soon as we arrived from Singapore from a two and a half week ‘infectious disease’ conference.”
“What’s great about you is that you’re right all the time,” she said without pulling away from his chest.
“Okay maybe you’re right about that but not all the time,” he finally admitted he does commits mistake, “I just don’t need what others have to say about us.” She pulled back a few inches only to be received por his blue eyes and a smile on his lips.
“’Cause I have you and everything’s alright,” he smiled again as Cuddy chuckled before he grabbed her again and beijar the side of her head under the new roof they bought together as husband and wife.
So guys what do you think? TBC? or just end here? Either way I'll be happy to know so drop a comment.:) Thanks for reading!
