Huddy s7 <3

Somehow I am very inspired today XD. Actually I have a bunch of stuff to do that has nothing to do with House, Huddy or Cuddy. (Physics and history *coughs*) Nevertheless I wrote this oneshot and I hope you like it. It is set after Joy.

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The room was filled with silence.
Except of the brawl of the water that was coming out of the chuveiro head and the silent, halting sobbing seguinte to it. And there on the floor was a squatted figure who had wrapped its arms around its knees and was rocking back and forth in a slow rhythm.

The figure lifted its...

A mês later.
House was in the office of Wilson while Cuddy was in her office and the kids were with a babysitter at home.
"And how are things going with Mel?" Asked House.
"Well, she's like you are just in feminine, yet I amor her" said Wilson.
"You amor her?!"
"That was what I said?"
House's cell phone rang.
"House"
"Gregory! How nice meeting you, I've been calling your house but there was a woman who told me she was the babysitter and told me to call your cell phone "
"Anabel?"
"Yes, it's me your cousin Anabel, I'm calling because ..."
There was a pause.
"Anabel, what happened ?..."
More...

Rating: T (to be safe)
Summary: Continuation of “Paternity”

House didn’t know how long he’d been standing on that lacrosse field. But the sun had gone down hours atrás and the sky was now pitch black and his breath was visible. He shook his head and downed two Vicodin before finally heading back to his car. He’d be lying if he said that his missed his old life. Looking back, college was the best time of his life. Lacrosse, running, tons of girls falling over themselves to get to him, Cuddy…he smiled faintly at those memories. She’d pursued him, but not in that way. She was intrigued...

"Why are you here?" House asks as he opens his front door wider.
"I'll tell you if you let me in." Cuddy says as she unwraps her scarf.
"Fine." He says as he limps to the kitchen.
Cuddy enters the apartment and locks the door behind her. She follows him into the kitchen.
House drinks a glass of bourbon while he leans against the refrigerator. He watches Cuddy unbutton her casaco and throw it on topo, início of the counter.
"Your birthday is in a week." She says as she walks to stand in front of him.
He remains silent.
"You should use some of those vacation days and have a week to yourself."
"You could've...