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TITLE: Serenity 5/5
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: House/Cameron, mentions of Cuddy/Wilson
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: You don’t know who to thank for bringing her into your life.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
Sophia’s first word, much to Allison’s dismay is ‘House,’ chirped loudly at you the morning of your wedding. You think your smile will split your face, and you reach for your daughter, carefully picking her out of the crib and holding her close.
“No, Sophie,” Allison says, “Say ‘dada,’ Sophie. Dada.”
The baby laughs, then looks at you again, “House!”
You roll your eyes, “I think she spends too much time in the diagnostics room,” you tell Allison wryly, “Be glad it was at least my name, it could have been ‘Chase.’”
Allison takes the baby from your arms, carrying her to the changing table and dressing her efficiently. Sophia’s dress and bow are blue; it was the only compromise you could reach between the lacy pink dress Allison wanted, and the baby sized baseball uniform you picked out. You tell her pink would have clashed with Sophia’s red-brown hair anyway, and that the blue brings out her eyes.
You wondered if Allison would have preferred a big wedding, with a fancy dress, but she tells you she’s been there, done that, and all she wants is to be your wife.
You bring Wilson and Cuddy to the courthouse with you, and Wilson holds Sophia, balanced in his arms and facing outward as you marry Allison. It is easier than you expected, though the knot in your stomach will not go away, and when it’s over you simply wrap your arms around her and hold on as tight as you can.
She is yours now, just as much as you are hers and you don’t understand why you didn’t do this years ago.
Wilson and Cuddy take Sophia home with them so you and Allison can have a night to yourselves. Cuddy is five months pregnant with his son, and you have only dropped three comments about her breast size - probably because after the third one Allison smacked you and told you to leave her alone; pregnancy hormones are hard enough without being teased for things she can’t control.
Cuddy - Lisa - and Allison have formed a strange friendship, and you enjoy watching the two women coo over Sophia. You are happy for Wilson, you think he finally has someone he can stay with, and Cuddy seems more than content with their arrangement. It had started out with a simple request for sperm donation, and then had branched into dinner and movie nights and then, when she was already two months pregnant, a hesitant kiss.
Allison has already decided that Sophia and Baby Wilson are destined to be together forever, and she explains her reasoning in the car on the way home from the courthouse. You shut her up by backing her against the closed door and kissing her hard. You haven’t had a night without Sophia since before she was born, and you are anxious to see if you still can make Allison scream.
You stay up until three am, when Allison finally falls asleep in your arms, limp and completely satisfied. There is something amazingly calming about having her in your arms, and you think you like holding her while she sleeps just as much as you like making her scream. She looks so innocent when she sleeps, her eyelashes dark and impossibly long against her pale cheeks, her curls fanned out on the pillow. She curls into you unconsciously, and your hand moves to smooth over her hair before you realize what you’re doing.
You don’t know who to thank for bringing her into your life. You remember choosing her file from a stack of four as you narrowed your choices and while you might be flip with her about how you hired her, she had been an obvious choice. She was not a perfect doctor, but there had been something about her and even if you didn’t love her, you’d still be proud of the doctor she’s become.
When you were 18, and just starting college, you had an image of your future. You were going to be great. You didn’t know what you were going to be, but you knew you were going to be great. You didn’t want a wife, you didn’t want children, you wanted your future. When you’d met Stacy, you’d made room for her in your life and you’d continued with your work. Work always came first.
And then you met Allison and you’re still not quite sure what happened. Work is important, to both of you and maybe that’s why you work so well together. But the day Sophia was sick, you had no problem telling Allison that one of you was staying home with her. Someone else comes first now, and her mommy is not far behind her in your list of priorities.
You’d never expected children, especially this late in the game, but Sophia is more amazing than you’d ever imagined. You didn’t want married, especially not after Stacy, but sliding that ring onto Allison’s finger felt right in a way you hadn’t felt since you declared yourself Premed.
And now, watching her sleep, curled up safe and warm in your arms, all you can think is that you must have done something right to deserve this.
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: House/Cameron, mentions of Cuddy/Wilson
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: You don’t know who to thank for bringing her into your life.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
Sophia’s first word, much to Allison’s dismay is ‘House,’ chirped loudly at you the morning of your wedding. You think your smile will split your face, and you reach for your daughter, carefully picking her out of the crib and holding her close.
“No, Sophie,” Allison says, “Say ‘dada,’ Sophie. Dada.”
The baby laughs, then looks at you again, “House!”
You roll your eyes, “I think she spends too much time in the diagnostics room,” you tell Allison wryly, “Be glad it was at least my name, it could have been ‘Chase.’”
Allison takes the baby from your arms, carrying her to the changing table and dressing her efficiently. Sophia’s dress and bow are blue; it was the only compromise you could reach between the lacy pink dress Allison wanted, and the baby sized baseball uniform you picked out. You tell her pink would have clashed with Sophia’s red-brown hair anyway, and that the blue brings out her eyes.
You wondered if Allison would have preferred a big wedding, with a fancy dress, but she tells you she’s been there, done that, and all she wants is to be your wife.
You bring Wilson and Cuddy to the courthouse with you, and Wilson holds Sophia, balanced in his arms and facing outward as you marry Allison. It is easier than you expected, though the knot in your stomach will not go away, and when it’s over you simply wrap your arms around her and hold on as tight as you can.
She is yours now, just as much as you are hers and you don’t understand why you didn’t do this years ago.
Wilson and Cuddy take Sophia home with them so you and Allison can have a night to yourselves. Cuddy is five months pregnant with his son, and you have only dropped three comments about her breast size - probably because after the third one Allison smacked you and told you to leave her alone; pregnancy hormones are hard enough without being teased for things she can’t control.
Cuddy - Lisa - and Allison have formed a strange friendship, and you enjoy watching the two women coo over Sophia. You are happy for Wilson, you think he finally has someone he can stay with, and Cuddy seems more than content with their arrangement. It had started out with a simple request for sperm donation, and then had branched into dinner and movie nights and then, when she was already two months pregnant, a hesitant kiss.
Allison has already decided that Sophia and Baby Wilson are destined to be together forever, and she explains her reasoning in the car on the way home from the courthouse. You shut her up by backing her against the closed door and kissing her hard. You haven’t had a night without Sophia since before she was born, and you are anxious to see if you still can make Allison scream.
You stay up until three am, when Allison finally falls asleep in your arms, limp and completely satisfied. There is something amazingly calming about having her in your arms, and you think you like holding her while she sleeps just as much as you like making her scream. She looks so innocent when she sleeps, her eyelashes dark and impossibly long against her pale cheeks, her curls fanned out on the pillow. She curls into you unconsciously, and your hand moves to smooth over her hair before you realize what you’re doing.
You don’t know who to thank for bringing her into your life. You remember choosing her file from a stack of four as you narrowed your choices and while you might be flip with her about how you hired her, she had been an obvious choice. She was not a perfect doctor, but there had been something about her and even if you didn’t love her, you’d still be proud of the doctor she’s become.
When you were 18, and just starting college, you had an image of your future. You were going to be great. You didn’t know what you were going to be, but you knew you were going to be great. You didn’t want a wife, you didn’t want children, you wanted your future. When you’d met Stacy, you’d made room for her in your life and you’d continued with your work. Work always came first.
And then you met Allison and you’re still not quite sure what happened. Work is important, to both of you and maybe that’s why you work so well together. But the day Sophia was sick, you had no problem telling Allison that one of you was staying home with her. Someone else comes first now, and her mommy is not far behind her in your list of priorities.
You’d never expected children, especially this late in the game, but Sophia is more amazing than you’d ever imagined. You didn’t want married, especially not after Stacy, but sliding that ring onto Allison’s finger felt right in a way you hadn’t felt since you declared yourself Premed.
And now, watching her sleep, curled up safe and warm in your arms, all you can think is that you must have done something right to deserve this.