DarkHuddy

"So, what else did you have to say?"
"Well, it's come to my attention that you did in fact appreciate the desk, and I wondered why you didn't tell me that yourself?" House asked as he placed his cane on the floor.
Cuddy's eyes went dark. She hadn't been expecting this change in conversation nor did she think he'd ever even openly admit that the escrivaninha, mesa was from him.
"You talked to Wilson."
"He said you practically set the room on fogo with your glowing smile."
"It was a nice gesture. You made amends and I except your fig, fig. leaf...We're fine now. Always friends." She said with a blank stare.
House watched...

Some months go por and Lisa is huge. She is eight months pregnant and her belly now is really, really big. One morning they wake up. She doesn't have to go to work and House has taken a few days off to take care of her.
He opens his eyes and yawns. ‘Hey... how are you?’
‘I feel good. Like last days, about to explode.’ She chuckles. ‘No, seriously, I'm good. And how are you?’
‘I'm fine... anxious to see our son's face...’
‘We just have to wait a couple of weeks for that.’
House smiles at her. ‘I amor you...’
They are still lying on cama and she holds his hand. ‘I amor you too.’...

Even though, she looked up at him shocked, she didn’t pull her foot back, much to House’s surprise. He looks at his digital watch, then, looks up at her.
“I’ve gotta go.”
She nods, in return to his statement.
“See ya soon?”
Cuddy asks him.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, just leave already.”
He smiles, and walks out, without paying for his meal.
The heels of her shoes made a clunk sound as she walked on the pavement path, on the grounds of Michigan.
“Quit following me.”
She states without looking behind her.
“I’m not following you, per say, I’m following your...