It was a week after Christmas and alot had happened between House and Cuddy. They fought, laughed, loved, and realized that they never wanted this kind of exchange with anyone else. Finally, both had understood that there was a reason they stayed in each other's lives for over twenty years and it wasn't just friendship. They had been in love for years but never acknowledged it until now. But as many have کہا and will say again, "Better now than never." Thus they both wanted to be in 'the now' with each other as much as possible. They spent each night together watching t.v., talking, having dinner, making love, and just sleeping اگلے to each other.
House discovered that he liked Cuddy as a mom. He also came to realize how much he liked baby Rachel as well. She would stop crying when he sang her John Lennon songs, her little hands were always exploring his rough beard, she'd giggle when he quirked his eyebrows whenever there was a dirty diaper,and she trusted him enough to fall asleep in his arms.Yeah,he liked this little girl. He would never dare admit it to Cuddy, but she could tell he had a soft spot for her daughter.
As for Cuddy, she liked House being around her place. It was nice to have someone to share the بستر with. She enjoyed falling asleep against him in front of the television. She liked it when he'd bring his Mandolin and teach her how to play. He would take down his abrasive mask and دکھائیں her his poetic side; the side that she only got glimpses of in college.
The two were happy. Both were a little stunned that they could feel so much joy in such a short time since neither was use to life working out for the better. However, neither of them would allow their patented brand of cynicism gain any power over this situation. For once, House and Cuddy wanted to believe only in the good that could come from their relationship and leave all the doubt behind. Love is not all but for House and Cuddy it is مزید than enough.
House discovered that he liked Cuddy as a mom. He also came to realize how much he liked baby Rachel as well. She would stop crying when he sang her John Lennon songs, her little hands were always exploring his rough beard, she'd giggle when he quirked his eyebrows whenever there was a dirty diaper,and she trusted him enough to fall asleep in his arms.Yeah,he liked this little girl. He would never dare admit it to Cuddy, but she could tell he had a soft spot for her daughter.
As for Cuddy, she liked House being around her place. It was nice to have someone to share the بستر with. She enjoyed falling asleep against him in front of the television. She liked it when he'd bring his Mandolin and teach her how to play. He would take down his abrasive mask and دکھائیں her his poetic side; the side that she only got glimpses of in college.
The two were happy. Both were a little stunned that they could feel so much joy in such a short time since neither was use to life working out for the better. However, neither of them would allow their patented brand of cynicism gain any power over this situation. For once, House and Cuddy wanted to believe only in the good that could come from their relationship and leave all the doubt behind. Love is not all but for House and Cuddy it is مزید than enough.
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when آپ are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older آپ get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today سے طرف کی commercialisation from American فلمیں and ویژن ٹیلی commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we تبصرہ and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.