Huddy 7x12

"So, what do bạn think I should serve for giáng sinh dinner? Turkey? Ham?" Wilson asked House as they walked through the Whole Foods.
"Why not both? The thêm left overs, the thêm I get to relieve bạn of."
Wilson rolled his eyes and picked up a bag of croissants.
"Anyway, you're Jewish bạn 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 đã đưa ý kiến it had to make sense." House replied as he placed a few cans of cây nam việt quất, cranberry sauce into the cart.
"Hey, here's a thought....

"This will definitely be a giáng sinh Cuddy will never forget. I guess sometimes bạn can get what bạn 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 thêm likely that things won't be happily ever after."
"You're used to unhappy endings so bạn think that is the way of life, but bạn fail to recognize your own hand...

Chapter 7


After few phút 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 đã đưa ý kiến with wide smile. House looked at her wide smile then in a glass in her hand
“-How many glass did bạn took already?”, he asked sitting in chair tiếp theo 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, bạn should go to sleep”, he đã đưa ý kiến in low voice, her smile change in to sad
“-Not until...