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Friday 1st of June, 2007 - late afternoon
i am: hanging out in the kitchen
whatstheddx wrote in cuddys_house
"No offence," Wilson said, reaching for another fry from his plate, "but it's probably a combination of not just Cuddy being tired but I wouldn't be surprised if she's also seeing a little too much of you. Cabin House fever. You know how your charming presence rubs off on people."

Seated on the other side of the formica table in the cafe he and Wilson had decided to dine at for the night - one of their 'boys nights out' - House eyed Wilson while clutching his burger between his hands. Sauce dripped onto his plate, along with a couple of stray strands of shredded lettuce. He was unimpressed by Wilson's assessment, having confided in him over dinner what was going on between Cuddy and himself, but he also knew Wilson probably had a point. In fact, the thought that he and Cuddy were seeing too much of each other had already crossed his mind. Fatigue would only exacerbate that, too. It had been a few days since their somewhat horrendous day at home where Cuddy had lost the plot and he'd lost the plot even further.

He glanced down at the burger, then hunched over to take a large bite. "So, what are you suggesting?" he asked, his left cheek bulging out as he chewed. "I back off for a while? Pay only arranged visits to see Emma?"

Wilson was dabbing and dragging a small bunch of fries through a blob of ketchup he'd squirted on the edge of his plate. He shook his head. "Why do you always jump to the most extreme and ridiculous conclusion?"

"'Cabin House fever' doesn't exactly paint a quaint picture."

Wilson wiped his mouth with his napkin. "I was making a point."

"That point being?"

"That Cuddy needs a break. From you, from Emma. And she tired. Meaning, you should do something for her."

House thought about that for a moment. With nothing coming to mind, he asked, "Like what?"

Wilson gave a show of hands. "She's your girlfriend. You come up with something." He gave a quiet, exasperated sigh when House leaned in with a direct and prompting look on his face. "I don't know. Hire a babysitter. Take Cuddy out somewhere, somewhere she enjoys."

"As if Cuddy would leave Emma alone with a babysitter," House retorted.

Wilson couldn't deny House was wrong there. He shrugged. "You look after Emma, then. Let Cuddy go out for a day."

"She probably wouldn't want to do that, either. The kid is always permanently attached to some part of Cuddy's anatomy."

"Fine. Arrange something for Cuddy, so she has to go out. But make it something good, something special. Something she'd get something out of. Maybe as a token of appreciation for her on your part, as well."


"Like... something relaxing for her. A day spa, perhaps. A massage. A place where they do the whole pampering thing. You'd be giving her the best of both worlds then - relaxation and time away from you."

House turned his gaze away thoughtfully. That actually wasn't a bad idea, and one he hadn't even considered until right now. Cuddy had complained quite a few times of feeling bloated, fat, aching, a whole bunch of adjectives that he didn't agree with but there was no arguing a woman into common sense when she was convinced she looked as bad as she claimed she did. Setting his burger down, he reached across the table to snatch a few of Wilson's fries. "Every once in a while, you solve all my problems."

"Glad I could be of help. You have your own fries, by the way," Wilson replied impatiently.

House just shrugged and, feeling more relaxed now he had an idea in mind, smirked triumphantly as he popped the fries in his mouth.

* * *

It was heading for late afternoon when House pulled into Cuddy's driveway. He'd headed out earlier in the day to grab some groceries while Emma was down for a sleep, also to grab a few things from his apartment. He'd also done a bit of research into the local day spas around Princeton and came up trumps with a place that he was certain Cuddy would like.

The only thing that had had him hesitating was the number of packages and what the hell Cuddy would like most. Eventually, he'd settled on a gift certificate after the woman behind the desk had talked him through the different things the spa had to offer. It was an "essentials" package, which came with a facial, a Swedish massage, lunch, manicure and pedicure, and hair treatment - a full day at the spa and fully paid for once he handed over his credit card.

The gift certificate was tucked away in his jeans pocket while he carted the groceries into the kitchen and brought in a backpack of stuff from his apartment. Emma was awake; after giving her belly a rub and tickling her chin while she lay on the floor, happy and kicking, he went back to the kitchen to help Cuddy put the groceries away. "She sleep long?" he asked, gesturing for Cuddy to pass over a few items so he could put them away in the pantry.

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Bowling, chess, being left alone... House worked his jaw. What Cuddy had described of her dad about explained some of his own hobbies, which he couldn't find fault with, not really. Maybe her dad was one of the lesser annoying members of her family, he decided. He wasn't about to let that on to her, though.

"Sounds like a real bore," he retorted as he headed for the door. Not wanting to discuss her family - or family in general - he moved into the hall and towards the kitchen. Not that he had any agenda to attend to out there. Once he got into the kitchen, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. Spying the few dishes in the sink that had yet to be washed, he stepped over to those and began rinsing them before stacking them in the dishwasher. He wrung some water through a sponge and gave the counter tops a wipe down, then grabbed the broom and gave the floor a hasty sweep.

Doing the chores did little to take his mind away from his parents, however. With the dirt swept into a pile at his feet, he grasped the broom handle with both hands and propped his chin on the end of it with a sigh. Oh, how he wished the issue would simply evaporate into thin air. Not thinking about it kind of made that happen... until his thoughts were returned right back to the subject all over again. Deep down, he knew it was never going to go away no matter how much time he spent avoiding it.

He didn't want to admit that, though, and he dismissed it from his mind as quickly as it had entered it, and he resumed sweeping. Once he put the broom away, he swept the small pile of dirt onto a dustpan with a brush, tipped it into the bin and washed his hands once he'd stowed the dustpan back in the cupboard.

He turned to the laundry next, just for something to do. He flipped the light on and saw a laundry basket of clothes that had yet to be folded and put away. Well, folding laundry was better than thinking about his parents and discussing family. He grabbed the basket and limped out to the dining room with it. Putting the basket on the table, he grabbed one of Emma's onesies and folded it, then another and did the same.

"Hello," he said to himself in mild surprise at spotting sudden movement in the basket. He picked up one of Emma's little vests and held it up in front of him. A spider quickly scurried across the material, startled by having its habitat disturbed.

He headed out of the dining room, across the hall to the living room. "We have a visitor," he said to Cuddy from the doorway. He held the vest up for her to see the spider crawling across it. "He made himself a home in Emma's clothes, in the laundry basket."

Cuddy simply rolled her eyes as House walked out. It was clear nothing she said was going to change his mind about family. Any family. If spending time with the Cuddys didn't go horribly wrong on its own, he'd find a way to make it go wrong. She wasn't going to waste her precious time and energy trying to get him to change his attitude. She'd do what she could to minimize the amount of fighting but House and her parents were simply going to have to learn to deal with each other.

She could hear him puttering around in the kitchen. Since the sounds weren't accompanied by crashing, banging or explosions, she decided to let him be. Instead, she turned her focus to Emma. The baby was happy now that Cuddy had picked her up, her big eyes roaming around as Cuddy talked to her. Cuddy moved her around in an attempt to give Emma new things to look at, new things to attract her interest.

"Don't worry," Cuddy said, her voice low enough House wouldn't be able to overhear even if he returned to the living room. "Mommy's going to make sure you meet Grandma and Grandpa House no matter what Daddy says. I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I will." Emma stared at her face, then suddenly threw her hands up. "I know," Cuddy murmured. "It's not going to be easy but Daddy's not the only sneaky adult around here."

She'd just lifted Emma to rest against her shoulder when House walked in, displaying his discovery. She pulled a face. "Well, don't walk around with it--kill it. And make sure there aren't any others lurking in the basket." Cuddy got to her feet, carrying Emma away from House and the spider. "And when I say kill it, I mean kill it--not keep it as a pet."

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