House/Cuddy ; Accidently... [spoilers!]

Somehow I am very inspired today XD. Actually I have a bunch of stuff to do that has nothing to do with House, Huddy of Cuddy. (Physics and history *coughs*) Nevertheless I wrote this oneshot and I hope u 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 douche head and the silent, halting sobbing volgende 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 maand 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 u are just in feminine, yet I love her" zei Wilson.
"You love 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 geleden 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 zei 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 u here?" House asks as he opens his front door wider.
"I'll tell u if u 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 jas and throw it on top, boven 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 vrienden 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 tafel, tabel and various presents scattered around her brand 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...

"You smashed my new toilet with your cane!" Cuddy yelled as she neared House.
"Well, u decided to take over my office so I decided to take carte blanche over yours. u don't really need your own bathroom anyway," he zei as he propped his feet on his desk.
"That's not for u to decide. Anyway, I haven't destroyed any of your property. You're completely out of control!"
"No, you're out of control and this is your way of getting your power back," he zei as he finally stood up in front of her.
"You're wrong."
"Ever since that kiss u have tried to assert your administrative hand. u don't...

Cuddy turned on his laptop computer and the first thing she did was open a website and started looking for information about the mysterious 'Sir H'. After reading several pages on the web about 'Sir H', Cuddy foud out the same thing that Dr. Roderick had said, nobody knew in person Sir H, people who had sold property of shares to him, only had dealings with him through his personal assistant and phone calls. Cuddy asked, Why Sir H don't give the face? Was deformed? He was a mobster? What Cuddy wanted to find was a number of address to contact the mysterious man. After about an uur and a half...