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Song: Katy Perry, The one that got away
In another life 5
Cuddy woke up, just to realize that it was middle of the night and that she was in the bed alone, which was probably why she'd woken up in the first place. Her pupils adjusted to the dark as she tried to see what time it was. The clock said 3:37 am.
According to that, she'd gotten less than four hours of sleep. She had had a hard time falling asleep because it was getting harder to adjust to her everyday more expanding stomach.
She thought she looked like a whale already and she was only six months into her pregnancy. She was scared to think what she'd look like in three months.
However, right then, that wasn't her biggest worry. She wondered where on Earth had her father's child gone. She thought she'd heard footsteps in the living room and decided to go there.
Her slippers rested beside the bed and it didn't take her too long to get them on and head towards the living room.
She was still slightly uncomfortable in their new house, but she was slowly growing fond of it. She'd been living on her own for too long and she had been used to having a decent sized empty house for herself, but now, that wasn't the case anymore. Even when she'd started living with House, when he'd moved to her house (though, he'd never admitted it, if you'd ask him he'd always say that he had just been spending too much time over at her place), she still hadn't felt so uncomfortable. But now, knowing that there was going to be another person there with them, a little person that was probably going to take over the house and most importantly, make their worlds spin around him or her, the feeling was different. Of course, it was normal for an expectant parent to be feeling like that, she was sure.
The house was on one level and it had four bedrooms, guest bedroom, living room and huge kitchen (which she claimed was useless because she didn't like to cook, but House had proven her wrong on many occasions, making surprise dinners). It also had a nice dining room and a beautiful patio outside and enough room in backyard for a pool, which she hoped they would have made before the kid was born.
It took her a good few minutes to find her way to the living room through the darkness. She still didn't know where the light switches were precisely and since she didn't think spending more time trying to find them was going to get her anyway, she didn't even bother.
What she found when she entered the living room, made her stomach clench.
House was trying to walk around the room using no cane and his face radiated nothing but raw pain.
"Are you insane?" she practically flew over the room as she saw him about to fall. She arrived at his side just at the right moment and he held onto her shoulder for support.
He nodded humbly, a gesture Cuddy had learned to recognize as his way of saying 'Thank you'.
She wanted to yell at him so bad, but she couldn't bring herself to do it because she knew he was suffering a lot.
He had started to lower his Vicodin intake over four months before. She had had nothing to do with it. It had taken him good two months to tell her what he had been doing, but it had been only because she'd noticed that he hadn't asked for a prescription that often and she'd decided to confront him about what had been going on.
Apparently, he wasn't telling her everything.
"Go to bed" he told her, trying to catch his breath.
"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on" she was so angry with him.
He didn't answer. Surely, he was hoping that she would take the hint and leave, but, stubborn as she was, that wouldn't be the case.
She cleared her throat "Well..." leading him on.
It made him reach for his cane, stand up and leave the room.
She hung her head exhaling.
Most of the time, everything was fine between them. Fine in their own sense, but it was fine. Then, there were times, moments when everything felt so amazing and like nothing else was going on in the world around them. Moments that she cherished more than anything and moments that she hoped would multiply when their kid was born.
And then, there were times, moments like these, when she just had no idea what she would do with him.
Moments when she was so angry with him, moments when she would almost start doubting their whole relationship.
But as much as she hated those moments, she loved him more and that was why she found herself going after him, to try and figure things out.
He had gone to the garage and was about to get in the car, when she'd found him. She rushed to get in front of the car to stop him from leaving, since he would never run her over. (Not while she was pregnant, anyway).
"Get out of the car and talk to me" She started yelling when he'd turned the engine on. The sole purpose of starting the car was to annoy her and muffle whatever she was saying. But, he could hear her anyway.
"You can't do that to yourself, you are in too much pain, it will get you nowhere!" she continued yelling, while he was trying to avoid her gaze.
"Your body needs time to adjust to lower Vicodin dose, you can't start pushing it with exercising, too! It takes time, House." Cuddy saw the change in his facial expression, and it made her twitch a bit.
He killed the engine and got out of the car, slamming the door. She was glad that they got the whole house soundproof, cause otherwise, they'd have had many problems with neighbors.
She thought he was going to try to run away again, but she was wrong.
He came closer to her, to face her.
"Time?" he scoffed "What time?"
He caught her off guard, she had no idea what he was trying to say.
"All the time you want" she shrugged her shoulders. He had to understand that he had to take things one step at the time.
"Try three months!" she wasn't sure if he was yelling or not, but what he'd said made her eyes shot wide open.
"No, Cuddy. Don't say anything." he breathed out heavily.
"Look at me" she took his hand in hers, even though he tried to pull back "Look at me, Greg"
He finally gave in and his eyes met hers.
"This kid... This kid is going to love you no matter what. He or she won't mind if you walk with a cane"
"But I do mind. What...what happens when he wants to throw a football, or if she wants me to go skiing with her... I won't be able to do half the stuff normal dads do"
His words made Cuddy laugh wholeheartedly. But he didn't catch onto it, and was confused.
"You're far from normal, you say I'm not normal at all, and, I'm pretty sure that when you put those two together, this kid won't be on the normal side either" her smile reassured him.
"Far from it too, but..."
"This kid already loves you. Maybe you can't tell, but... whenever you are around, whenever the two of us talk, it starts kicking. You know I always make you feel those kicks, there's a reason it's responding to your presence. He or she loves you. Don't ever doubt that" her hands wandered to the sides of his face.
Her words made him want to kiss her, so bad.
There he was, a fucked up mess, scared and damaged, and she was standing next to him, telling him that everything was going to be alright.
He had no idea what he'd done to deserve her, to deserve everything that he was getting.
He wanted to kiss her.
He put his hands on the small of her back and pulled her towards him, closing the distance between them and pouring all of his love in the kiss as their lips met.
He was an asshole and she deserved nothing less than to be reminded how much he'd loved her and appreciated her presence.
"Thank you" he whispered against her lips as they broke apart. He felt the small kicks she was talking about and a small smile played on his face. Her lips soon followed suit.