Huddy 7x12

"So, what do Ты think I should serve for Рождество dinner? Turkey? Ham?" Wilson asked House as they walked through the Whole Foods.
"Why not both? The еще left overs, the еще I get to relieve Ты of."
Wilson rolled his eyes and picked up a bag of croissants.
"Anyway, you're Jewish Ты 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 сказал(-а) it had to make sense." House replied as he placed a few cans of клюква sauce into the cart.
"Hey, here's a thought....

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

Chapter 7


After few минуты 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 сказал(-а) with wide smile. House looked at her wide smile then in a glass in her hand
“-How many glass did Ты took already?”, he asked sitting in chair Далее 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, Ты should go to sleep”, he сказал(-а) in low voice, her smile change in to sad
“-Not until...