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Lisa LOVES cookbooks. I’ll be compiling vegetarian/vegan recipes from her fãs all around the world and having them published into a book.

It WILL get to the Huddy queen :) I have "her people's" address.

So dig into your family cookbooks or browse around online and find your favorito recipe. Make sure to include your name and country. For US residents, I’d amor to include states for all those comfortable with it.

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Just a drabble for the ship mês fanfiction contest!

He jokes. She laughs.

He rants. She argues.

He denies it.

She denies it.

Wilson would tell you they’re still little kids, fighting just to see who would win.

Cameron would tell you they’re in love, and fighting’s just his way of showing it.

He would tell you amor doesn’t exist, just the need for another.

But isn’t that the definition of love? The need for another?

She would tell you she may have had feelings for him once, but she’s not sure they exist anymore.

But is amor something that ever leaves?

She would tell you she’s tired of...

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...

"Drive safe. Goodnight!" Cuddy yelled as her family and friends left for their cars.
Feeling the soft chill of night air on her exposed arms, Cuddy quickly went back inside her home.
She saw all the empty glasses and plates left on the mesa, tabela and various presents scattered around her fogo place.It was a lot to clean up, but she decided to wait until the morning. It would be saturday afterall, and she'd be up early with Rachel.
Cuddy smiled at the thought of her little girl. The baby naming ceremony had been fun. Her parents were surprisingly civil to one another, her sister was less judgmental...