House and Cuddy (and baby Rachael) had been living in the same inicial for the last three months. Cuddy's belly had now started protruding from her body, Rachael had started mumbling words, House was still as 'asshole-ish' as he always was. navidad was only in a few weeks.
House, being the anti-social bum that he is, didn't want Cuddy to invite family and friends around. He just wanted to spend the día in cama with his love.
"Please, Lise, just tu and me, in be for a whole day," he pleaded
"No, c'mon, we need to spend time getting to know each others families,"
"But I already know mine," he argued
"Who?"
"You and Rach,"
"Aww," she dicho affectionatly, "But still, no! We are going to have family and friends over, Greg"
************** navidad día *********************
House rolled over at 5 in the morning. Quietly he slipped out of the cama as to not wake Cuddy. He picked up a small red, velvet box from inside a calcetín in his underwear drawer and made his way to the kitchen.
Cuddy woke up to the sweet smell of french toast. House limped his way into their bedroom. On parte superior, arriba of the french brindis, pan tostado was a cage of sugar and beneath that there was the velvet box.
Cuddy was curious. "What's this?"
"Merry Christmas," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Cuddy removed the cage and there was the box. She picked it up and opened it. House leaned in.
"Lisa Cuddy, will tu marry me?"
TBC
sorry i didn't write for a couple of days...writers block and havent been allowed on the net...(i been a naughty girl) :P
House, being the anti-social bum that he is, didn't want Cuddy to invite family and friends around. He just wanted to spend the día in cama with his love.
"Please, Lise, just tu and me, in be for a whole day," he pleaded
"No, c'mon, we need to spend time getting to know each others families,"
"But I already know mine," he argued
"Who?"
"You and Rach,"
"Aww," she dicho affectionatly, "But still, no! We are going to have family and friends over, Greg"
************** navidad día *********************
House rolled over at 5 in the morning. Quietly he slipped out of the cama as to not wake Cuddy. He picked up a small red, velvet box from inside a calcetín in his underwear drawer and made his way to the kitchen.
Cuddy woke up to the sweet smell of french toast. House limped his way into their bedroom. On parte superior, arriba of the french brindis, pan tostado was a cage of sugar and beneath that there was the velvet box.
Cuddy was curious. "What's this?"
"Merry Christmas," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Cuddy removed the cage and there was the box. She picked it up and opened it. House leaned in.
"Lisa Cuddy, will tu marry me?"
TBC
sorry i didn't write for a couple of days...writers block and havent been allowed on the net...(i been a naughty girl) :P
When does amor become something we need, rather than something we want? amor was seen as something special a long time ago. Now amor is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. amor is common currency when tu are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older tu get. Do we not care about the substance of what amor was and not what it has been made into today por commercialisation from American cine and televisión commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience amor for real, can we comentario and judge others who are in Love. amor means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of amor is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? amor is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.