Huddy 7x12

"So, what do u think I should serve for Christmas dinner? Turkey? Ham?" Wilson asked House as they walked through the Whole Foods.
"Why not both? The meer left overs, the meer I get to relieve u of."
Wilson rolled his eyes and picked up a bag of croissants.
"Anyway, you're Jewish u can't eat ham."
"I'm Jewish but not orthodox. You've seen me eat bacon."
"You're mother must be rolling over in her grave."
"My mother's not dead, House."
"It's an expression, Wilson. No one ever zei it had to make sense." House replied as he placed a few cans of veenbes, cranberry sauce into the cart.
"Hey, here's a thought....

"This will definitely be a Christmas Cuddy will never forget. I guess sometimes u can get what u really want."
"Well, for now she has what she really wants, but who knows if things will stay that way," House stated as he twirled his cane in his hand.
"House, for once just live in the present moment and accept that Cuddy may finally be the mommy she's always wanted to be. Don't jinx her."
"Wilson, I'm not jinxing anyone. It's just meer likely that things won't be happily ever after."
"You're used to unhappy endings so u think that is the way of life, but u fail to recognize your own hand...

Chapter 7


After few minuten sitting there still with full glass in her hand, she heard known voice,
“-You’re sitting in my chair..”, she raised her eyes, it was House.
“-House...” she zei with wide smile. House looked at her wide smile then in a glass in her hand
“-How many glass did u took already?”, he asked sitting in chair volgende to her. She raised three fingers still with smile on her face. She didn’t felt such drunk, but she couldn’t stop smiling.
“-I think is already enough for you, u should go to sleep”, he zei in low voice, her smile change in to sad
“-Not until...