"This will definitely be a Christmas Cuddy will never forget. I guess sometimes you can get what you 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 more likely that things won't be happily ever after."
"You're used to unhappy endings so you think that is the way of life, but you fail to recognize your own hand in creating many of those endings."
"I didn't destroy my leg or ask for chronic pain for the rest of my life..."
"But you did push away the love of your life twice, enrage a patient's husband so much that he shot you, and nearly lose your livelihood and freedom because you pissed off the wrong cop..."
"Okay, I get it."
Wilson smiled knowingly at his friend.
"So, are you going to see Cuddy on Christmas?"
"Subtle, Wilson. No. She'll probably want alone time with the baby... Anyway, she probably doesn't want me showing up..."
"Like that's ever stopped you before. I'm sure she would want you showing up especially after the desk gesture."
"You know about that?"
"I was there when she discovered it. Her whole face glowed when she saw her old Med school desk."
"So, she did like it," House said to himself.
"She didn't tell you? Right after she found out she went to go see you."
"She did?...Oh, she saw..." House put his cane down and sat down at his desk.
"House, what happened?"
"She saw me with Dee-Dee."
"Who?"
"My hired hooker I used to trick Kutner and Taub with."
"Something tells me that she didn't just show off her acting abilities. Did you go home with her?"
"I had three hours left."
Wilson let out an exasperated sigh.
"No wonder she hasn't said anything about the desk she's pissed and humiliated. Why would you do that, House? Scratch that. I know why."
"It didn't mean anything. It's not like Cuddy and I are together."
"And whose fault is that."
Wilson shook his head in disappointment and walked out of the office.
House grabbed his tennis ball and stared out the window. It had started to snow.
"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 more likely that things won't be happily ever after."
"You're used to unhappy endings so you think that is the way of life, but you fail to recognize your own hand in creating many of those endings."
"I didn't destroy my leg or ask for chronic pain for the rest of my life..."
"But you did push away the love of your life twice, enrage a patient's husband so much that he shot you, and nearly lose your livelihood and freedom because you pissed off the wrong cop..."
"Okay, I get it."
Wilson smiled knowingly at his friend.
"So, are you going to see Cuddy on Christmas?"
"Subtle, Wilson. No. She'll probably want alone time with the baby... Anyway, she probably doesn't want me showing up..."
"Like that's ever stopped you before. I'm sure she would want you showing up especially after the desk gesture."
"You know about that?"
"I was there when she discovered it. Her whole face glowed when she saw her old Med school desk."
"So, she did like it," House said to himself.
"She didn't tell you? Right after she found out she went to go see you."
"She did?...Oh, she saw..." House put his cane down and sat down at his desk.
"House, what happened?"
"She saw me with Dee-Dee."
"Who?"
"My hired hooker I used to trick Kutner and Taub with."
"Something tells me that she didn't just show off her acting abilities. Did you go home with her?"
"I had three hours left."
Wilson let out an exasperated sigh.
"No wonder she hasn't said anything about the desk she's pissed and humiliated. Why would you do that, House? Scratch that. I know why."
"It didn't mean anything. It's not like Cuddy and I are together."
"And whose fault is that."
Wilson shook his head in disappointment and walked out of the office.
House grabbed his tennis ball and stared out the window. It had started to snow.