It was a mess in all the rooms of House and Cuddy’s home they bought a year after they got together. One couldn’t tell which room is which since things were in a certain room which is not supposed to be there. The three year old Rachel was crying so loud while she was being carried by Cuddy who was looking tired, upset and angry. Her hair was a disaster as they head for the baby’s room.
Cuddy: <looking pissed off at Rachel> Stop crying! <The cry of the baby continues and Cuddy looked at the baby then she placed it down heavily on the basinet but making sure she didn’t hurt it, it made a quite loud bang. House appeared on the doorway>
House: <calm but with a bossy manner> What the hell are you doing?!
Cuddy: I’m getting pissed off!
House: I know you are pissed off but you don’t have to bang the kid! <House tried to get Rachel but Cuddy pulled the baby>
Cuddy: Put that down <she was able to carry Rachel and tried to calm it down> I could do this!
House: <rolling his palm into his face and now irritated> I told you to bring back her nanny but you wouldn’t.
Cuddy: <angrily looking at him> You really wanted to bring her back? She misbehaved, Greg. Almost ---
House: <now shouting too> Oh so you’re gonna kicked me out too if I misbehave just because I’m just a husband?! <Cuddy looked at him and he did as well then she looked at the baby who’s she’s about to lay down in the crib>
Cuddy: <calmly> Please go, just go… <House still looked at her pissed off too then he went out kicking the door behind him>
That night, Wilson found House in the doctor’s lounge placing some jam in his sandwich. He stood in front of his friend and began making his coffee.
Wilson: I’m surprise you’re not home…
House: My home’s a mess…
Wilson: You’re off right? You’re not on call. ---- How are the things going on with you and Cuddy?
House: <closed the jam jar and walked to the sofa> We’ve been fighting.
Wilson: <looking at his friend who just sat down while eating the sandwich> Fighting? Really? <he sat down as well next to his friend> It’s normal. Husband and wife do argument sometime but they’ll patch things up.
House: You don’t know that. Three weeks. For three weeks words fly from left and right in the house.
Wilson: <shook his head> Maybe she’s pregnant. Horm---
House: She’s not pregnant.
Wilson: How’d you know?
House: Sure dude, I would know that. What’s the point of being a doctor?
Wilson: Maybe she wanted to go back to work? Go out? Relax?
House: We already talked about it, she’s not going back to work. She wanted to attend to Rachel so I agreed.
Wilson: Are you saying you guys are heading to a separation?
House: Can’t handle it. I spend half my life just pulling her into my life and letting her go is as painful as I couldn’t imagine.
Wilson: Or maybe she wanted another baby?
House: <looking at Wilson> You’re joking right? --- She can’t handle another baby.
Wilson: <looked at House> You guys tried? <House nodded> But didn’t work? <House nodded again> Maybe it is the one she’s being upset about. She wants a baby with you.
House: Knock it off. She knows I wanted a baby too but ---
Wilson: I think I know how to solve your problem, House…
House: My marriage problem? <Chuckled>
Wilson: You want a baby? Find a baby maker and ----
House: <looking at Wilson> No, no…
Wilson: I didn’t say ----
House: <standing up> Wilson, I love Lisa… I love my wife… I would never do that… <leaves the room>
That evening, House found himself lying down next to Cuddy. She had her eyes closed and moved on her side not facing her husband. House looked at her and back to the ceiling.
House: Lisa… <Lisa grunted> Why are you doing this? If we ----
Cuddy: <with a sleepy voice> Can we just talk about this tomorrow? I’m tired… Go to sleep…
House sighed and moved closer to her but she removed his hands that were on her arm then he laid on his back then went out the bed.