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House stood in front of the mirror scowling at his reflection as he wrestled his bowtie. The damn thing refused to cooperate, slipping through his fingers like it had a personal vendetta against him. He tugged at the black silk, attempting for the sixth time to loop it into something that at least resembled a proper knot. But instead, all he managed to conjure up was another uneven mess. He looked more like a drunken magician than a groom.

“This is ridiculous.” he muttered to himself, yanking the bowtie off from his neck.

Leaning against the doorframe with a whiskey in his hand, Wilson watched the whole scene unfold with a grin. He’d seen House struggle with many things. Emotions, women, basic human decency. But a bowtie? That was a new one.

“You know, you’d think after all these years you’d be able to manage tying a bowtie without help.” Wilson chuckled, taking a swig of his drink.

“And you’d think after two marriages, you would’ve learned how to manage the third one, and yet here we are.” House shot back.

Wilson ignored the jab, setting his glass down on the dresser before stepping towards House, taking the bowtie in his own hands. “Come on. Let the guy with the extensive wedding experience handle this.”

House rolled his eyes but didn’t protest as Wilson began to fix the bowtie. “It’s the domestic things like this that make people think we’re in love with each other.”

“I think Amber might have been the one to start that rumour.” Wilson snorted.

“Yeah, that’s her ulterior motive in dating you. Put you off women for life so you’d come running to me.” As he looped the fabric, Wilson continued. “So, any last-minute nerves?”

House sighed. “About the bowtie? Absolutely. About Cuddy? No.”

“Seriously? Not even a little?” Wilson asked, quirking his eyebrow.

“Wow, it’s like you want me to panic. Are you sure it was Amber that started the rumour that you loved me? You just want me for yourself, Jimmy?”

“No, I just…it’s weird seeing you like this. Committed. Stable. Happy.” Wilson replied, tightening the knot.

“It’s amazing what a woman with a great rack on her can do to a guy. It’s unsettling, isn’t it?” House smirked.

“A little.” Wilson admitted. “Not that I’m complaining. I like this version of you, House. I just never thought I’d see the day. You’ve got a kid. You’re getting married.”

“If it was ever going to happen, it would be with Cuddy. Smart. Sexy. Terrifying. And you know, Cuddy’s pretty good herself.” House joked. “I mean, who else could possibly submit themselves to an entire lifetime with me?”

“You are a handful.” Wilson nodded, chuckling as he finished adjusting the bowtie. “There. Perfect.”

House took a step back, eyeing himself in the mirror with mild approval. “Not bad.” he admitted, tilting his head. “Could’ve used a little more flair. Maybe some glitter, but I guess this will do.”

“Right, because nothing says ‘Welcome to the wedding of Greg House and Lisa Cuddy’ quite like a bedazzled bowtie.” Wilson laughed as he retrieved his drink from the dresser.

“Hey, Cuddy’s Jewish. I figured we could lean into the Vegas rabbi aesthetic. Get married by a guy in a sequined yarmulke. Throw some Elvis in there.” House quipped as he grabbed his own half-drunk whiskey and settling into the chair in the corner of his bedroom. He stretched his leg with a small groan, exhaling as he took the weight off his thigh. “Could’ve bedazzled the cane as well. Really up the ante.”

“So…” Wilson started, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he made himself far too comfortable perching on the edge of House and Cuddy’s bed. “Hell has officially frozen over. Self-proclaimed marriage hater Gregory House is getting married.”

House scoffed. “Hey, I never said I hated marriage.”

“House, I’ve literally heard you say more than once that the only reason anyone ever gets married was because homo-erectus females needed protection from predators while breastfeeding.”

The groom to be took a slow sip of his whiskey, letting the warmth spread through his chest. “Yeah, well that was before a certain Dean of Medicine strutted her well-formed ass into my cold, dead heart and willingly let me knock her up.”

“Those are lovely wedding vows you’ve got there.” Wilson replied, shaking his head.

“I’m serious.” House said, swirling his glass. “I got the woman. I got the kid. Made sense that marriage would happen eventually. What else is there?”

Wilson hesitated for a moment before pressing. “Your parents?”

House didn’t react at first. He just stared at the drink whirling in his glass. “Nope. Not them.”

“House - ”

“I don’t want them here.” House cut him off. “You can put the ‘but they’re your family’ spiel into your impending speech, but I don’t want them involved.”

Wilson noted the tension in his friend’s jaw at the mention of John and Blythe House but he continued to wonder nonetheless. “You’re their only child. I’m sure they hate that they’re missing this.”

House let out a humourless chuckle. “They don’t deserve to be here. My dad is a fucking miserable marine who considered beating the crap out of me, belittling me and making me sleep in the yard when I misbehaved ‘a parenting strategy’. My mom spent my entire childhood pretending none of it happened.” He knocked back the last drops of his drink, letting the bitterness sit on his tongue. “But yeah, it’s a real shame they’re missing their only child’s wedding.”

Wilson’s throat tightened. “I get it, House. I do. But…part of me is curious that it might be more than you don’t want them here because of that.”

“Oh? Do tell, Freud.”

“You don’t just not want them there. You don’t want them near Cuddy. You don’t want them near Izzy.”

House didn’t answer straight away. Instead, he set his drink down on the armrest and leant forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I spent my entire childhood thinking I was nothing but some worthless punk of a kid. My dad got along with his peers and superiors but spent no effort in treating his subordinates with an ounce of respect. That’s how he saw me. A subordinate. And a weak one at that. And my mom would make excuses for him. She’d say shit like ‘Oh, he’s just trying to toughen you up’ or ‘He does it because he loves you and wants you to be better’. Nothing says love like a belt to the back.”

Wilson’s stomach turned, but he didn’t interrupt.

“And you know what the worse part is?” House continued. “For years, I actually believed the bullshit my mom was telling me. That she was just some helpless wife trapped in orbit. But I was wrong. She knew exactly what he was like and she let it happen anyway.”

“That’s why you don’t want them near Cuddy and Izzy.” Wilson swallowed.

“I don’t want my daughter anywhere near them. I don’t want her to think even for a second that how they treated me was normal. That how they treated me was just because they loved me. And Cuddy? She’s spent so long helping me realise I’m not some worthless, broken excuse of a human. I’m sure as hell not letting them anywhere near her just so my dad can tell her otherwise.” House sat back in his chair, taking a deep breath before beginning to relax again. “Besides, even if they were invited, my mom would spend the entire reception judging the napkin folds. I already have Arlene there for that. One parent is mood killer enough.”

Wilson snickered slightly, relieved to see House slip back into a calm headspace. “Yeah, nothing kills romance quite like mother-in-law disappointment.”

“Speaking of romance, I am really looking forward to getting this whole shindig over with so I can enjoy my wedding night.” House smirked.

Wilson groaned immediately, rubbing his temple. “Oh God, how did I walk straight into this topic?”

“Because you, my dear Wilson, are nothing but a mere male mortal.” House said, pointing to Wilson briefly as he leaned back in his chair. “Wedding nights are a big occasion. A sacred tradition. Two souls coming together in an act of passionate - ”

Wilson held up his hand. “Please stop.”

House ignored him entirely. “ – devotion, emotional intimacy and of course stamina, which I have been extensively preparing for. Got the ibuprofen. Got the ice packs. I’ll hydrate beforehand like an Olympic athlete. I may not be able to run a marathon, but tonight? I am going the fucking distance, my friend. And I mean it when I say fucking. All night.”

Wilson groaned louder. “I am begging you to please shut up.”

“What? This is important!” House replied, feigning innocence. “A wedding night sets the tone for the entire marriage. You of all people should know that. You enjoyed your wedding night so much you did it twice more.”

“I hate you.” Wilson said, shooting House a look of disgust.

“No, you envy me. Because tonight, while you’re finding ways to convince Amber to take you back to her lair, hang you upside down and deposit her eggs in you, I will be engaging in holy matrimony in every possible way. Multiple times.”

“House, you do realise I have to look Cuddy in the eye after this conversation. Not just as my friend and your wife, but as my boss.”

“So? Just be glad I’m sparing you the details.”

“You’re not sparing me anything. Those are the details, idiot.” Wilson glared.

“Oh no, Wilson.” House laughed, his smirk morphing into a shit-eating grin. “Those aren’t the details. The details involve positions, techniques, - ”

“Okay, please stop before I throw up my whiskey on your bedroom floor.” Wilson sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. “Look, I’m glad you’ve found this other chance at love, but I really don’t need to hear about your sex life with your fiancée.”

“That’s a shame. I guess I’ll just have to share the details with you about the sex life with my wife instead.”

“I helped you with your bowtie and this is how you treat me?”

House chuckled for a moment before his smirk faded, turning into something more contemplative. “This love is different. It’s better.”

Wilson raised his eyebrow. “Yeah?”

House nodded. “Stacy. I loved her. I really loved her. We were good and we were happy. But it was…combative. Especially at the end. I think overtime we just got used to having each other there and we took that for granted. But it’s different with Cuddy. Sure, we fight and piss each other off, but I like that we’re used to having each other there. I don’t take her for granted. She’s seen me at my lowest and for some crazy reason, she still wants me around. And the love I have for her? The love I had for Stacy doesn’t even hold a candle to that. But in saying that, as angry as I was at Stacy for what happened with my leg and her leaving, in a way I’m glad she did leave. I’m glad she found Mark, even if he’s as irritating as nails on a chalkboard and straight up boring as hell. If she didn’t do all that, I wouldn’t be here now. I wouldn’t have Cuddy. I wouldn’t have Izzy.”

Wilson nodded. “She let you go so you could end up where you were meant to be.”

“God, that’s disgustingly poetic. Are you sure you aren’t meant to be a bridesmaid for Cuddy instead?”

They both cracked up.

“Alright, enough with dwelling on crap. Let’s go back to talking about what I’m going to be doing to Cuddy tonight.” House said, rubbing his hands together.

“You know, as much as I don’t want to do that, we better get going. We’ve got a wedding to attend.” Wilson said, checking the time on his watch.

“Fine.” House pouted. “But just so you know, while you’re giving your sentimental best man speech, I’ll be sitting there thinking about all the ways I’m going to - ”

“Nope. Nope. We are leaving now.”

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Cuddy exhaled slowly, running her hands over the delicate lace of her wedding dress. It was everything she had dreamt of. Timeless, elegant and just a little bit sexy. The strapless bodice hugged her torso perfectly, accentuating her breasts and the curve of her waist and rear before narrowly flaring out into a soft, flowing skirt that cascaded down to the floor in delicate waves of fabric. The intricate lace patterns wove over the dress, catching the light that shimmered through her hotel suite windows.

She had spent years wondering if this kind of moment was ever going to happen for her. So many long nights convincing herself that it was okay to be alone. That she didn’t need the husband or the white dress or the first dance. She didn’t need a family of her own because she was successful in her career and that took the priority. But alas, here she was, standing in her wedding dress as Julia fiddled with her train. Her day had finally come. She was about to marry the love of her life. The father of her daughter. It felt surreal. It felt right.

The illusion of a perfect, peaceful morning, however, quickly shattered.

“Mom, stop fussing over the flowers.”

Arlene Cuddy barely spared her eldest daughter a glance as she adjusted the bouquets on the table for the fifth time, inspecting each petal without the scrutiny of the florist standing next to her any longer. “I just don’t want anything out of place. This is the most important day of your life, Lisa. Everything must be perfect.

Julia stood up straight, adjusting her own blush pink bridesmaid dress as she gazed at the way the train trailed behind Cuddy. “I’d argue that the day she gave birth to your first granddaughter was probably just as important.”

“Not in my book.” Arlene huffed, shifting a peony slightly to the right. “A wedding is forever.”

Cuddy snapped her head around, folding her arms across her lace bodice. “So is having a child, mom.”

Arlene sighed dramatically as if she had been personally wounded by the obvious comment. “Of course. But weddings set the tone for a marriage. And I don’t trust that fiancé of yours to do anything traditionally, so someone has to make sure today runs smoothly.”

Before Cuddy could respond, a soft giggle filtered into the room. Followed by Marina, Izzy came waddling over. Her tiny white dress puffed out around her as she clutched a silk flower petal in her fist.

“Mommy!” she squealed, reaching her arms up.

Cuddy’s face lit up as she bent down, scooping her daughter into her arms and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “My baby girl. You look so beautiful.”

Izzy grinned, dropping the petal on the floor so she could cradle her mother’s face in her tiny hands. “Mommy pretty.”

“Lisa, you look gorgeous.” Marina smiled.

“Thank you. And thank you for helping us with getting Izzy ready.” Cuddy smiled.

“Of course. Happy to help.” Marina’s eyes drifted around the room, spying Arlene fiddling with the bridal bouquet yet again. “Well, I best get going. I’ll see you there.”

“Say ‘See you soon, Marina’.” Cuddy said to Izzy, encouraging her daughter to wave.

“See soon, Rina.” Izzy grinned, copying Cuddy’s actions.

“See you soon, my angel.” Marina waved back before taking her leave.

“Alright, I think that’s the best I can do.” Arlene announced, standing back to admire the bouquets.

Cuddy rolled her eyes at her mother’s obsession with perfection but said nothing. Arlene was always like this and no amount of eye-rolling or reassurance that everything was perfect as is was going to change her now. Instead, Cuddy focused on Izzy, who was still looking at her mother with the most loving gaze. “Are you ready to be the most adorable little flower girl ever?” Cuddy whispered, fiddling with the bow sitting atop Izzy’s dark curls.

Izzy’s big blue eyes sparkled as she nodded excitedly. “I dance.”

Cuddy laughed softly, smiling at her daughter’s boundless energy. “You’re going to dance down the aisle, are you? That sounds like a great idea, my little ballerina.” She squeezed Izzy tight, feeling her little hands wrap around her neck as she reciprocated the hug.

“Just as long as she doesn’t trip.” Arlene added. “We don’t need any dramatic falls today.”

“She’ll be fine, won’t you baby? Why don’t you show Bubbe your balancing skills that you learned in ballet class.” Cuddy smiled, putting Izzy down.

“Look, Bubbe.” Izzy exclaimed, lifting her leg behind her body and holding her arms out by her sides for a few seconds before wobbling.

“Good start, Isabella. You’re taking to dancing better than your mother or aunt did, that’s for sure.”

Cuddy and Julia looked at each other, exchanging similar glances of exhaustion while Izzy ran off to dance and twirl by the large windows, enjoying the way her dress flowed as she moved. Her movements were graceless yet charming. It was impossible for Cuddy to not admire the sight. Everything felt like it had come full circle. She had her beautiful daughter by her side and her handsome man waiting for her at the end of the aisle.

Julia leaned over, handing her sister a mimosa. The champagne fizzed gently against the sides of the glass. “Here’s to a perfect wedding and a happy marriage.” she smiled, raising her own glass. “You deserve this, Lis.”

Cuddy met her sister’s gaze and clinked her glass against hers. “Thank you. I can’t wait.”

Arlene, who had been silently surveying her granddaughter to make sure her dress wouldn’t crease, chimed in as she sipped her drink. “And here’s to hoping Greg doesn’t show up wearing a pair of sneakers to his own wedding.” Her voice was light, but the undertone that lingered made it clear she wasn’t joking.

“Relax, mom. Wilson promised he’d make sure House will be wearing footwear you deem appropriate.” Cuddy replied, taking a swig of her mimosa.

“Honestly, Mom? You should be more worried about what’s going to come out of his mouth when he sees Lisa than what’s on his feet.” Julia smirked, not-so-subtly gazing at Cuddy’s breasts.

“No kidding.” Arlene sighed. “I wouldn’t put it past him to make some inappropriate comment about your cleavage the second he sees you. That dress isn’t exactly subtle.”

“It’s 2009, Mom. I’m allowed to be a little sexy in my wedding dress.” Cuddy groaned.

“And House will be too busy ogling you to think of any clever comments to say.” Julia added.

“Oh, please. That man has something clever to say whether anybody wants to hear or not.” Arlene tutted.

Cuddy laughed. She couldn’t argue with her mother on that one. She smoothed her hands down the lace of her dress again. When she tried her dress on for the first time, she knew it was the one. The way the lace clung to her, hugging her curves just enough to feel sensual without crossing any lines. She knew House would make a comment. Probably something about the way her cleavage or ass looked. She knew him too well to know he wouldn’t be able to help himself. But she knew that if she felt gorgeous in her dress, he would agree…just a thousand times more.

There was a long pause as the three women settled in the comfortable silence. The only sound in the room was Izzy’s laughter as she noticed herself in the reflection of the window and began pulling funny faces.

“You know,” Arlene began, “I still don’t understand why he couldn’t convert, Lisa.”

Cuddy exhaled deeply. “Mom, we’ve had this conversation so many times now. House is an atheist.”

“Half the Jews I know are atheists. It’s about community.”

“House strikes me as the kind of guy that isn’t big on community.” Julia said.

Arlene waved her hand towards Julia, ignoring her comment. “Look, I’m just saying, things like this are important. I converted when I married your father. Brian converted when he married Julia. I think, for the sake of the family and especially for Isabella, things like this are important.”

“Mom, I get that it’s important to you.” Cuddy replied firmly. “But it’s not something that’s going to happen. House and I have talked about it and it’s not something he wants to do. I respect his decision. It doesn’t make him any less of a partner to me or less of a father to Izzy.”

“I just think it’s a shame.” Arlene said tightly. “It’s more than just religion, Lisa. It’s about making sure that our traditions aren’t lost. Your father worked hard to make sure you girls were raised in the Jewish faith. I just don’t want Isabella missing out on that.”

The mention of Cuddy’s father hit her hard. She missed him. She wished he could’ve been with here today. She wished Izzy could’ve known him. It had been years since he had passed and Cuddy had learned how to navigate life without his guidance, but moments like this always brought back that feeling that something was missing. “I know. But things are different now. It’s not just about religion. It’s about understanding and respect for each other. I have my beliefs. House has his. And one day, Izzy will have hers.” Cuddy smiled as she looked over to Izzy who had come over to sit on the couch beside Julia. “And as for traditions, we’ll build our own. I’m happy, Mom. Religion or not.”

Julia appeared to sense the heaviness in the conversation, offering Cuddy a small, knowing smile before speaking. “Okay, no more of this. It’s Lisa’s wedding day. A happy day. And my favourite flower girl next to me is raring to go. So, can we focus on getting out of here fashionably late?”

Cuddy shot her sister a grateful smile for her attempt to redirect things. “You’re right. Come and help me with my veil.”

Julia carefully picked the veil up from the vanity and walked over to Cuddy. She stood behind her as she began to position the tulle fabric into Cuddy’s soft waves. “Stunning.” she smiled, admiring her sister’s reflection in the mirror.

Before Cuddy could reply, her phone buzzed on the bedside table. She walked over to read it, smiling when she saw Wilson had sent her a text.

House wanted me to tell you that he can’t wait to see you. He also told me to tell you other, very inappropriate things relating to your wedding night. All I’ll say is brace yourself. And if I can’t look you in the eye after today, you’ll know why.

Cuddy chuckled, blushing slightly as she texted Wilson back.

Tell him I can’t wait to see him either. And as for tonight? He should be the one bracing himself. See you soon x

“Okay. I think we’re late enough. Let’s get me down the aisle.”

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The atmosphere in the venue was charged with quiet anticipation as guests filtered in, murmuring to one another. The room was adorned with soft pink peonies and white hydrangeas. House stood at the end of the aisle, nervously tapping his foot against the polished wooden floor. Wilson stood beside him, adjusting his tuxedo and smiling at Thirteen, Foreman, Kutner and Taub as they took their seats.

“How much longer until she shows up? I feel like a kid at his own birthday party waiting to blow out his candles on the cake so he can eat it.” House said quietly, eyes scanning the room. He had no idea who most of the people Cuddy invited even were.

Wilson chuckled. “It’s called anticipation, House. It’s what builds up to the moment.”

“Anticipation is just a fancy word for waiting around doing nothing.” House muttered, feeling something akin to adrenaline coursing through him. He just couldn’t wait to see his bride already.

Just as he finished speaking, Chase and Cameron strolled in, hands linked.

“You two!” House called to get the couple’s attention before gesturing them over with his pointer finger.

“Looking very handsome, House.” Cameron said, brushing a speck of lint from the groom’s shoulder.

House held his cane out to her. “Look after this for me, will you? And don’t even think about keeping it. I know this is the only decent cane you’re getting today.” He said before tilting his head to Chase. “In case you didn’t get it, I’m talking about your penis.”

“Yeah, I got that.” Chase sighed.

Cameron shook her head with a slight snicker, taking the cane from House. “Leave it to you to make crude comments even on your wedding day.” She said before she and Chase went to sit.

A few moments later, House spotted Amber walking in his direction. She winked at Wilson before leaning in to peck his lips. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to upstage the groom at his own wedding?”

“I’ve been upstaging House for years. Wait until I start dancing later.” Wilson replied with a smirk.

“You know my kid takes ballet, right? I’m fairly sure your girlfriend will be fighting to get away from you when she sees you get outdanced by an 18-month-old.” House chimed in, gesturing to Amber.

Amber rolled her eyes. “Maybe I’ll seduce your bride into dancing with me instead.” She winked before walking to find her seat.

“Is that a threat or a promise because it sounds kind of hot.” House shouted out to her.

“Always the charmer, House. Dreaming of my girlfriend and your bride getting it mere minutes before your bride walks down the aisle.” Wilson exhaled.

House was just about to reply when he spotted his incoming mother-in-law walk into the room.

“Fuck. I knew Cuddy and I should’ve just eloped instead.” He whispered to Wilson as Arlene got closer to them.

“Greg.” Arlene greeted him, tight lipped.

“Arlene.” House replied, offering her a sarcastic smile.

“You drive me crazy, you know?”

“Funny, your daughter says that to me most nights, except she’s significantly less clothed and it’s usually more moaned than said.”

Arlene narrowed her eyes at House’s trademark crassness. “You’re lucky she loves you.” She said, tone barely tinged by affection as her gaze shifted to his leather-shod feet. “I suppose I should be grateful you opted for sensible footwear today.

“Just for you, Arlene.” He replied, not hiding the mischievous glint in his eye.

Arlene’s lip twitched at the corners. “I’m still trying to figure out how you make her so happy. But you do. And you’re a good father to Isabella as well. So, I appreciate that.”

House’s face softened. A compliment from Arlene Cuddy? He didn’t see that one coming. “Thanks.”

Arlene nodded, turning to take her seat as House called for her softly.

“Wait. Cuddy? How is she?” He asked softly.

“She’s excited. And she looks beautiful.” Arlene replied as she sat down in the front row. “Try not to ogle her breasts while you say your vows.”

“No promises.” He winked.

A few moments later, the marriage celebrant took her place in front of House and a soft melody began to play. House straightened, eyes flicking towards the doors as he tried to calm the sudden rush of nerves that unexpectedly hit him. It was showtime.

The doors opened and in toddled Izzy. She gripped her flower basket, and her blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to walk down the aisle. But before she began to throw the petals, she caught sight of House smiling at her. With a wide grin, she hurriedly pattered towards him. “Daddy!” She squealed, completely forgetting about her task as a flower girl.

He bent down to hug Izzy as she wrapped her arms around his legs, taking caution not to hurt his right thigh. “I love you, Iz.” He said gently. The guests chuckled at the adorable sight.

“Love you.” Izzy beamed before letting go and walking over to Arlene, who helped her climb onto her chair.  Arlene couldn’t help but smile at her granddaughter’s infectious excitement, patting her softly on her head.

House’s gaze drifted back to the doors as they opened again. In walked Julia, posture tall and confident as she stepped into the aisle. Her expression was warm and her lips were curved into a knowing smile as her eyes locked with House. As she reached the groom, she slowed ever so slightly. “You’re a lucky man.” She murmured, just loud enough for him to hear as she took her place.

It wasn’t just a casual remark. It was a gentle reminder. He swallowed hard. He knew she wasn’t wrong. He was a lucky man. No. He was the luckiest man.

The music shifted slightly, and the celebrant’s voice rang out. “Ladies and gentlemen, please rise.”

A soft rustle filled the room as the guests stood in unison. House turned to face the officiant, exhaling a slow, deep breath. His hands flexed by his sides as the anticipation built again, this time with more intensity.

The doors opened and a collective gasp filled the room, warm and reverent. House heard Wilson whisper “Wow” under his breath, barely audible but enough to snap House’s focus.

“Turn around.” Wilson smiled, tapping House’s shoulder lightly.

He hesitated for a second before he did. And then…

There she was.

Lisa Cuddy.

She looked radiant. The lace of her wedding dress hugged her in all the right places before cascading into a train behind her. Her makeup highlighted her features perfectly. Her dark, elegant wavy hair framed her face beautifully. But House barely registered the details of what she was wearing. His gaze was locked firmly on her face.

Her grey eyes shimmered, already glassy with emotion and her lips trembled slightly as she took sight of him at the end of the aisle.

She was breathtaking.

He felt his chest tighten and a lump begin to form in his throat.

Cuddy walked towards him with confidence, each step sure and steady, but there was something softer in her demeanour. Her shoulders were back, her head was held high. She had always been strong. Strong enough to handle House. Strong enough to face whatever came their way. Strong enough to love him no matter what.

As she neared closer to her groom, she blinked, and a single tear escaped down her cheek.

House’s fingers twitched at his side, aching to reach for her and wipe it away.

Izzy let out a little gasp, whispering “Mommy’s so pretty.” to Arlene, who gave her granddaughter’s hand a soft squeeze.

House noted the way Cuddy’s chest rose and fell with controlled breaths, the way her bottom lip quivered just slightly before she pressed them together. She was holding it together albeit barely.

He was the same. For a man who always had a comeback, a sarcastic remark, a deflection, he had nothing today. No words. Just an overwhelming feeling of pure love settling in his bones.

By the time she reached him, House wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

Cuddy let out a small, watery laugh as she looked up at him. “Hi.” She whispered.

“Hey.” He replied, quiet and raspy.

She turned to hand her bouquet to Julia before meeting House’s loving gaze again. Her hand trembled as she reached for him. When their fingers brushed, they both exhaled.

“I love you.” She said shakily.

“You look beautiful. I love you so much.”

For a long moment, they just stood there, fingers interlocked, looking at each other. And then the officiant cleared her throat, drawing them both back to the present.

“Please be seated.”

House and Cuddy both took a deep breath as the officiant commenced with the ceremony.

“Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses to celebrate the loving union of Gregory Joseph House and Lisa Ruth Cuddy. Love is a profound and mysterious bond. It grows overtime, woven with respect, trust and understanding. Today, Gregory and Lisa stand before us, not only to pledge their love to one another but to honour the bond which has shaped their lives together. A marriage is not simply about finding someone to live with. It’s about finding someone you can’t imagine living your life without. Gregory and Lisa have walked their own paths, independent yet intertwined, facing challenges and joys with the strength of their connection. And it is this connection, this love, that has brought them here today. As we witness this union, it’s not just a joining of two lives, but also a commitment to the life they’ve already begun to build together. A life that includes their young daughter, Isabella. Together, they have already created a family rooted in love, laughter and understanding. It is this family, this bond, that strengthens them as they move forward into their future as husband and wife.”

The tears had begun to flow already. From Cuddy. From Julia. From Wilson. Everyone. House was trying his hardest to blink back his own, the weight of this moment not lost on him.

“Now, before we proceed with vows, I must ask the question. Is there anybody here today who has any reason why these two should not be bound today in marriage? Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The room fell into a pin drop silence.

After a few moments, the officiant continued. “Having heard no objections, we will now proceed with vows.”

“That was anti-climactic.” House joked, earning a small chuckle from Cuddy, the officiant and their guests.

“Gregory and Lisa, these vows are promises to one another. They are a foundation of your marriage. Gregory, please begin.”

House inhaled sharply as he fiddled with his inside pocket, pulling out a piece of paper.

“I know you might be expecting a list of fifteen reasons for why I’m marrying you, many of those reasons being crude as is my schtick. But I thought I’d switch it up today. Cuddy. Yes, I’m not calling you Lisa even at our wedding.” he smirked as a chuckle rippled through Cuddy and the guests. “So, Cuddy, we’ve come a long way since that first meeting at the bookstore in Michigan, where I, like the smooth bastard I am, analysed you within under a minute. And you, despite the headstrong, taking no crap woman you are, managed not to slap me for it. Speaking of Michigan, thanks for letting me copy off of you in endocrinology class. That was your first introduction to my scheming ways, proving early on that you have an unhealthy tolerance for me. And of course, there was the hoedown, where you let me dance with you. I should’ve known you were something special that night because even though you saw the two left feet I possess, you still let me take you home that night for a wild night of passion. At least, that’s how I remember it. You might say it was a mediocre night, but in my defense, I was still in my twenties and there was blood rushing elsewhere. But then me, being the colossal idiot I am, got myself kicked out of school, meaning that night we shared together would be the last time we would see each other. The universe had made its call and that was that. But we both know how that goes. We could never truly be done with each other, could we?”

Cuddy grinned, admiring the way House was opening up like this.

“When I walked into the doors of Princeton-Plainsboro, you made the whacky decision to hire me, despite knowing how bitter I was and how much I refused to play by the rules. I had a laundry list of grievances with humanity, but you managed to see through my cynicism and put me in my place when you needed, which let’s face it is most days. You quickly became my sparring partner and through that, I knew I had met my match with you. And yet, despite me being the most irritating person you have ever met, you stuck by me, even when I was at my worst. Especially when I was at my worst. I think it’s safe to say that you saved me. Emotionally. Physically. Literally at times. But the one thing you don’t get enough credit for is loving me. Not just tolerating me. Truly loving me. And that’s the thing. You’ve made me a better person. You’ve given me a family. Izzy, you and the chaos that comes with it. I used to think I was far too messed up to be a father, but look at me now. I’m a dad to the cutest kid on earth. Though I shouldn’t be surprised at how perfect she is. She’s half you, isn’t she. I’m so glad that you chose me to share this journey with, just because you liked me.”

He turned his gaze to his daughter, who was now sat on Arlene’s bouncing knee, playing with the petals she had neglected to throw earlier before turning back to face his bride.

“Cuddy, you are without question the most amazing, gorgeous, talented and sometimes terrifying woman to ever walk this Earth. Even when we drive each other crazy, you still make me feel like the luckiest guy alive. I can’t promise that I’ll always be perfect. I’m far from it. But I can promise I will love you for the rest of my life, through the good and the bad. Because I can’t imagine a life without you in it. And let’s be real, if I ever tried, you’d come striding in with that seductive body of yours and remind me that we’re stuck with each other. I love you.”

The officiant smiled warmly, allowing for a brief moment and emotion from House’s vows to settle. Then, turning to Cuddy, she spoke with gentle encouragement. “Lisa, whenever you’re ready.”

Cuddy took in a sharp breath before she began to shakily recite her vows.

“House, from the very first conversation we ever had, I thought you were an interesting lunatic. It was my third day of school, and I walked into the bookstore, handed my syllabus to the scruffy guy behind the counter and before I could even say a word, you skimmed my schedule and told me completely unprompted that I was overly ambitious, I had a chip on my shoulder, and I knew how to party. That was the moment I realised two things. One, that you were going to be insufferable. And two…that I wasn’t going to be able to forget you. I know you think you tracked me down. But it was the other way around. I tracked you down. Endocrinology. The hoedown. And of course, one thing led to another…and then it didn’t.”

She watched as House raised an eyebrow and she caught a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes. They’d loved each other from the very start.

“I know you don’t believe in fate and I’ll bet money that you’ll tease me for it later for saying this, but I do. And I know fate wasn’t done with us. Because years later, there you were, walking into my hospital like you owned the place. This brilliant, arrogant, maddeningly rebellious diagnostician. And in that moment, all the years we had been apart just…disappeared. I knew hiring you was going to be a disaster for my stress levels. But what I didn’t know was that one day, we’d be standing here in front of our friends, family and our daughter, getting married.”

Her voice softened, catching with emotion as she turned to look at Izzy. House followed her gaze, smiling as their daughter looked back at them and giggled.

“It’s no secret that you and I have shared some ups and downs over the years. You drive me crazy on a daily basis. You test every ounce of patience I possess. But then, in true House fashion, you flash those ridiculously gorgeous blue eyes at me, shoot me that cocky smirk, say something wildly inappropriate about my breasts which I pretend to hate but secretly love, and suddenly, I’m right back where I started. Falling in love with you all over again.”

The guests chuckled and House smirked, clearly feeling validated by her confession.

“The way we started our journey together was far from traditional. And let’s be honest, so is our entire relationship. But it’s the beauty of the uniqueness that led us here that makes me not want to change a single thing about it. Through it all, we’ve pushed each other, challenged each other and made each other better. I’ve become a little more carefree. A little less of a workaholic. And you’ve helped me bring back a little of that party girl that you met all those years ago. You’ve changed your life. Not just for me or for Izzy, but for yourself. And I am so proud of you. You are the most incredible, infuriating, brilliant man I’ve ever met. But best of all, you’re the best father I could have ever imagined for our daughter. I know that getting married won’t change us. I promise that we’ll still bicker over work and how much sugar Izzy has. You’ll still drive me insane. You’ll still leave your sneakers scattered all over the place and act surprised when I yell at you. You’ll still joke about my ass like a teenage boy going through puberty. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. I love you. And I’m going to stop talking now because I can’t go much longer without being your wife.”

The officiant smiled warmly as the couple stood before each other. The emotion and the love between them was undeniable.

“Gregory and Lisa, the vows you have spoken today are a reflection of your love and commitment to one another. Now, as a symbol of your love, you will exchange rings. These rings are a visible sign of the bond you share. A circle without end, just as your love and partnership are eternal. James, would you like to present the rings?”

Wilson nodded as a tear fell down his cheek, reaching into his pocket and handing over the rings.

The officiant turned to House first. “Gregory, please take Lisa’s hand and repeat after me as you place the ring on her finger.”

House took Cuddy’s hand in his, brushing his thumb over her skin as he held the ring on her finger and repeating the words uttered by the officiant.

“Lisa Ruth Cuddy, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness. I promise to stand by you in laughter and sorrow. In sickness and in health. In the good times and the bad. I vow to love, honour and cherish you for all the days of my life.”

Cuddy’s breath hitched as House slid the ring gently onto her finger. Their eyes never left each other.

“Lisa, please take Gregory’s hand and repeat after me as you place the ring onto his finger.”

Cuddy could feel her hands shaking slightly as she held House’s hand in hers.

“Gregory Joseph House, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness. I promise to stand by you in laughter and sorrow. In sickness and in health. In the good times and the bad. I vow to love, honour and cherish you for all the days of my life.”

As she slid the ring onto his hand, she saw a tear escape from him, making her heart burst.

“With these rings, you have sealed your vows. May they serve as a daily reminder of the love and devotion you share.”

The pair chuckled to each other, drinking in the feeling.

“Now, before we complete the ceremony and I send you down the aisle for the first time as husband and wife, we must make it official in the eyes of the law. In addition to the vows you have exchanged, a marriage is also recognised by a legal contract. One that I have been assured is far more romantic than a hospital malpractice waiver.”

“Debatable.” House joked.

Cuddy squeezed his hand, shooting him a playful look as the officiant gestured towards the small table that had been set up nearby.

“Nothing gets me hotter than government paperwork.” House laughed as he and Cuddy walked hand in hand to the table, followed by Wilson and Julia as their witnesses.

“If you sign this as illegibly as your prescriptions, they might not even recognise our marriage.” Cuddy said as House lifted up the pen.

Before signing, House paused. “Before I sign, can I negotiate terms? Maybe an amendment stating that you’re required to take part in monthly lingerie nights and sit on my lap when we argue?”

Cuddy raised an eyebrow. “I’ll agree to the lingerie nights but only if you promise to stop turning every argument into an opportunity for a lap dance. And make sure you add in there that you can’t keep trying to make me laugh mid-argument. It completely undermines my authority over you.”

“Fair enough.” House conceded, scrawling his name with a flourish before handing the pen to Cuddy, who signed with a lot more efficiency.

Wilson and Julia stepped forward as the witnesses, each signing their names as House leaned closer to Cuddy. “Mrs Dr. Lisa House does have a nice ring to it.”

“That’s Mrs Dr. Lisa Cuddy-House, thank you.” Cuddy smirked as the paperwork was completed.

“Okay, if you’d like to make your way back to the alter.” The officiant said, gesturing them over.

As they retook their places, the officiant spoke once again. “Gregory and Lisa, you have declared your love and commitment to one another in front of these witnesses. You have spoken your vows and exchanged rings as a symbol of your unbreakable bond. And now, by the power vested in me and the state of New Jersey, I know pronounce you husband and wife. Gregory, you may now kiss the bride.”

“Finally.” House grinned, pulling Cuddy in. She gripped the lapels of his suit jacket and yanked him in for a deep, heated kiss. The room filled with a round of applause and whistles, and a happy squeal from Izzy.

“Damn, you taste even better as a married woman.” House said breathily as they broke apart, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Good job you’ve got a lifetime to enjoy it then.” Cuddy chuckled.

“Ladies and gentleman, it is my honour to present to you…Dr. House and Dr. Cuddy-House.”

The pair smiled at one another before walking hand in hand back down the aisle. Confetti rained over them, adding another layer of celebration to the atmosphere. As they reached the end, he pulled his wife towards him, snaking an arm around her waist. Cuddy looked at her husband and without saying a word, crashed her lips against his. There was nothing soft or hesitant about it. As their tongues brushed against each other’s, pure, raw emotion flooded through them. The crowd cheered even louder with some laughing as House and Cuddy continued to kiss, not giving a damn who was watching.

Eventually, they pulled apart, resting their foreheads together as they caught their breaths. And then, as if on cue, a little voice popped up behind them.

“Mommy and Daddy! Love me too!”

Izzy came running down the aisle with her arms stretched out. House picked her up and the three shared a tight hug. Cuddy kissed Izzy on her cheek before looking into House’s eyes with a beaming smile.

House looked at her, smiling back at her. “Guess you’re stuck with me forever now.”

Cuddy let out a watery laugh. “Thank God you were the one in the bookstore that day.”

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The reception was in full swing. Guests were mingling. Glasses were clinking. The band was playing decent music. It had been a great evening so far, much to House’s surprise. He hadn’t expected to enjoy it as much as he was. But then again, being married to Cuddy had its perks, plus the cake wasn’t half-bad and the open bar was even better.

House leaned back in his chair, watching his wife as she mingled by the bar with Wilson, Amber and Thirteen. He admired how radiant she looked in her wedding dress, hugging every curve of her body in a way that had him convinced it was made for her. God, it was doing things to him.

As she walked back over to the table, she sat down next to him and gave him a kiss. “It has honestly been the perfect day.”

“It has.” House smiled before morphing into a smirk. “Quick question though seeing as you’ve been to more of these events than me. How early is it socially acceptable to leave our own reception? Because I need to take you to our hotel room, rip that gorgeous dress off and kiss every fucking inch of your body.”

Cuddy blushed before leaning in closer to him. “As amazing as that sounds, you still have your speech to give yet.” she explained with a chuckle.

“The speech can wait.” he replied. “How about a quickie in the bathroom? And trust me, it will be quick. I’ve been pent up since the second I saw your boobs in that dress. Nobody will even notice we’re gone.”

“Try again. House. You’ll have to practice patience.” Cuddy said teasingly, shooting him a seductive look. “But don’t worry. I’ll make the wait worth your while.”

“Fine. But I’m holding you to that.” House groaned, feeling his pants tighten a little.

After the meals had been cleared up, the clinking of glasses and chatter died down as Julia stood up, holding the microphone in her hand.

“Good evening, everyone.” she began. “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Julia, Lisa’s sister. And today, I’m fortunate enough to be her maid-of-honour. I’ve always looked up to Lisa. I mean, how could I not? She has always been a strong woman. When we were kids, she kept me grounded. She protected me. Even when we fought like sisters do, there was never a moment where I didn’t know how much she loved me.”

Julia paused to collect herself as she felt tears pool in her eyes. “I’ve watched her accomplish so much. She’s built an incredible career, she’s raised a beautiful daughter, and she has been the most amazing aunt to my boys. She juggles more responsibilities than anyone I know and somehow, she does it with grace and patience. And there’s Izzy.”

Julia looked over to glance at Izzy, sitting on Amber’s knee drinking her juice, paying absolutely no attention to what was going on. “Lisa, I have watched you love that little girl with your entire heart. You are an incredible mother, pouring every ounce of love into raising her. My niece is such a lucky girl to be able to call you her mom.”

She felt her throat tighten and her lip begin to quiver. “I wish dad could be here today. He would be so proud to see you thrive. And I know he would’ve been up dancing the night away, dragging mom onto the dancefloor to show us all how it’s done.”

Cheers erupted from Cuddy’s family as Arlene laughed, wiping a tear away.

“And let’s be honest, he probably would’ve given you a hard time, House. But only because his daughter deserves the absolute best. In saying that though, he definitely would’ve been fond of you, because it’s so clear how much you love my sister.”

She turned to House with a teasing smile on her face. “I have to admit, when Lisa first told me you were together, I wasn’t sure what to think. I mean, she’d spent years telling me how much of a pain you were. And I saw it myself, what with the sarcasm, the questionable people skills, the whole ‘grumpy doctor’ thing you’ve got going on.”

House smirked, raising her glass in a mock toast to her.

“But even when she would tell me all these things, I always saw the glint of something in her eye. Love. And the more I got to know you myself, I saw how you were so much more than all those things. You challenge her, you make her laugh like nobody else, and you truly love her. So, House, thank you for loving my sister. Thank you for making her happy. Thank you for making her a mom. I’m so glad you managed, somehow, to convince her to marry you. I look forward to you making our lives even more interesting as time goes on.”

A wave of laughter swept through the guests, and Julia took the moment to raise her glass. “So, let’s toast, to Lisa and House. Cheers!”

The room filled with cheers, glasses clinking together. As Julia sat down, she passed the microphone down the table to Wilson.

Wilson stood up, taking the microphone in his hand and adjusting his bowtie with an exaggerated sigh. “Good evening, everyone. I’m Dr. James Wilson.”

The table consisting of House’s team, past and present, cheered and whooped as Wilson began his speech. A clear wolf-whistle from Amber could be heard over all of them.

“I’m an oncologist, best man and long-time enabler of the man sat next to me today. I have to admit, when House asked me to be his best man, I was shocked. Not because we aren’t close. In fact, based on the rumours I’ve heard around the hospital, we might be a little too close. But don’t worry Cuddy, it was a long time ago now and cemented that we do, in fact, prefer women.”

Cuddy laughed as did the guests.

“What do you call this morning then, Wilson?” House chimed in with a joking wink.

“See, this is why he had nobody else to be his best man.” Wilson continued, laughing himself. “But as I was saying, I was shocked that House asked me to be his best man because I wasn’t sure he even knew what a wedding was. Now, I’ve been House’s best friend for years, and let me tell you, it’s not easy. It comes with rare benefits, constant stress and marathons of monster-truck rallies that do get increasingly repetitive after six straight hours. And yet, despite all that, I stuck around. Why, you may ask? Because deep down…very, very deep down, it’s because Greg House is worth it…most of the time. Now, I was fortunate to be one of the first to know that House was going to be having a baby with Cuddy. And immediately, I had two thoughts. Firstly, I had thought that the apocalypse really was upon us. And secondly, I thought it was about time those two actually recognised what we all saw. That they were one hundred percent made to be together. It was beyond frustrating seeing them dance around each other for so long that there were times I had to physically sit on my hands to stop myself from banging their heads together so they would see sense. I mean, seriously, for two highly accomplished doctors, they seemed utterly clueless when it came to their own feelings. I watched them bicker like an old married couple for years, engaging in what I can only describe as the longest, most drawn-out foreplay in human history.”

Guests chuckled as House and Cuddy rolled their eyes, amused.

“But eventually…miraculously…something changed. Maybe House finally realised that pushing people away was a mistake. Maybe Cuddy realised that she couldn’t go a single day without House in her life, driving her crazy. Or maybe, they both stopped pretending that what they had was anything less than inevitable. Either way, the world had to brace themselves for this chaotic pairing.”

Wilson turned to Cuddy with a genuine smile. “Cuddy, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And not just because you’re patient enough to put up with his nonsense, which deserves an award in itself. But because you make him better. You always have. You push him, you bring him back down to earth, and most importantly, you love him. And House, for all his faults, and believe me there are many, loves you back just as deeply. You are his person.”

House shifted a little in his seat, uncomfortable with the sentimentality coming from his friend, though he couldn’t disagree. Cuddy reached for his hand under the table and squeezed it.

“And then of course, there’s Izzy.” Wilson glanced over at the little still working on her juicebox and unaware that all the attention in the room had turned to her. “She’s something truly special. And I’m glad to be the doctor who brought her into this world, in my car, on the side of a road in the middle of winter. I mean, truly, what better way to welcome the child of this unique couple than with a unique birth. Cuddy, I’ve seen you as a boss, as a doctor and as a friend. But watching you as a mother? That’s something truly special. And House - ”

House raised an eyebrow. “Careful now, Jimmy.”

Wilson smirked. “You’re actually a great dad. And I know that may be a shock to many people here, including yourself.”

“Well, there goes my reputation.” House snapped his fingers in jest.

“But in all seriousness, watching you with Izzy has been one of the most unexpected but wonderful things I’ve ever seen. You’re not just a father. You’re a full-on dad. And she adores you just as much as you adore her. Now, before I wrap this speech up and let House give what I can only assume is the most inappropriate groom’s speech in history, I just want to say that House, Cuddy, I love you both. And someone else who wants to tell you that is your daughter.” Wilson looked back over to Izzy, who was being tapped on the shoulder by Amber. “Izzy, did you still want to say something in the microphone?”

Izzy smiled and hopped off Amber’s lap, running into Wilson’s arms with excitement and taking the microphone. “I love you mommy and daddy and mommy looks pretty.”

The room launched into collective coos and applause. As Wilson popped Izzy on the ground, she ran back to Amber and settled back on her knee, proud of herself. Cuddy placed a hand on her heart and blinked back tears while House looked at his daughter with pride.

“Best speech of the night, right there. Good job, Iz. She’ll be charging for autographs later, ladies and gentlemen so make sure you get in line.”

He looked over to House and Cuddy once more. “So, now we’ve heard from the next generation, I’ll keep this short. You’ve built a wonderful family together so far. May your lives continue to be unpredictable, ridiculous and full of joy. To House and Cuddy.”

Glasses clinked together again in a celebratory chorus as Wilson sat down with a satisfied grin, giving Cuddy a wink as he handed the microphone to House.

The groom, ever the dramatic, stood slowly, pushing his chair back with an exaggerated groan, making a show of stretching as if he’d just ran a marathon. He looked over the crowd and smirked, ready to deliver the beginnings of his own speech.

“That was…touching.” he started with mock sincerity. “But Wilson, next time you go on about how much you love me, serenade me instead. I’ll dig that even more. Maybe I’ll give you the kiss you’ve been so desperately waiting for.”

Wilson laughed into his drink, shaking his head.

“Now, I’ve been told that I need to thank you all for coming today. So, thanks. I know some of you definitely came for the free booze, but at least you get the added privilege of getting to see my handsome face all day. So, actually, you’re welcome. Anyway, enough of talking about how gorgeous I am. Let’s talk about this beautiful woman sat next to me today. This beautiful, sexy, intelligent, incredibly patient woman who, for reasons that still baffle modern science, agreed to marry me.”

House turned to Cuddy, smirking at her as she blushed. “Lisa Cuddy-House. Sounds weird, doesn’t it? Kind of like Wilson and Amber. You don’t think it will work and it’s some sort of clerical error. It shouldn’t work, but somehow it does.”

“You’re just jealous I tamed him first, House.” Amber called out as guests laughed.

“I cry about it every night.” House shot back in jest. “Now, I could stand up here and talk about how stunning my wife looks tonight. I mean, seriously, the dress. It’s been distracting me all night. But I’ve been warned by my now mother-in-law not to ogle your cleavage, so I guess I’ll just to have to do that in the privacy of our bedroom later, right Arlene?”

House winked to Arlene, who in return shot back a tight-lipped smile.

“But I didn’t just marry Cuddy because of how mind-blowingly hot she is. Or that she’s the best boss, mainly because she’s the only one that hasn’t fired me yet. It’s the fact that, for some reason, she’s spent the better part of two decades putting up with me.”

House took a sip of his drink and gestured vaguely to the guests. “You all know me. I’m a pain in the ass. I do everything to push people away. And yet, this incredible, stubborn, way-too-good-for-me woman never let me push her away completely. Even when I deserved it. Even when I gave her every reason to. Of course, that could just mean she’s a masochist because let’s be real, no sane person gets to know me and goes ‘Yep, that’s the man I want testing my patience for the rest of my life’. But hey, her questionable judgement in men is my win.”

House turned to Cuddy and his smirk softened a little. “In all seriousness though, Cuddy, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You make my life more interesting. You make me better. And I love you more than I could describe. And if that makes me a sap, so be it. I love you.

Cuddy’s eyes softened and House quickly cleared his throat, shifting back to his usual self. “And I love the family we’ve created so far.” He shifted his attention to Izzy, who was now playing with the bracelet on Amber’s wrist as if it was the most riveting part of the wedding. “Izzy, if you ever need proof that miracles exist, not only did your mom agree to make a baby with her, but she agreed to marry me too.”

Izzy drew her attention to House and beamed at him, not having any semblance of understanding of what he had just said.

“But in all honesty, Izzy, you are the best thing either of us have ever done. Well, second best. First best was convincing your mom to have sex with me.”

The room roared with laughter while Cuddy smacked his arm. “House!”

“What? It’s true! If you hadn’t, we wouldn’t have Izzy.” House grinned. “But fine, I’ll be good. Izzy, you’re our whole world. Even though you drink all the milk, wake me up at ungodly hours and somehow have it figured out how to get me to do exactly what you want with just one look.  I love you, kiddo.”

House took another sip of his drink before looking back out to the guests.

“So, to wrap this up, I just want to say that despite my own disbelief, I am happy. Because it turns out, being with Cuddy and being a dad really isn’t so bad. So, here’s to you, Lisa Cuddy-House. My wife. The mother of my child. The only person stubborn enough to put up with me. And the only person I’d ever want to be stuck with for the rest of my life. Now…let’s get drunk and make use of the open bar we paid a fortune for.”

The guests cheered loudly as House took a drink and sat down. Cuddy, touched, leaned in and kissed him.

“That was actually kind of sweet.” she murmured against his lips as they pulled away.

House pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow. “You’re just saying that because I mentioned your ass.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Come here, idiot.” she said, bringing their lips together again.

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As the hotel room swung open, House and Cuddy tumbled inside, their lips locked in a deep heated kiss. House barely managed to shove the door shut before his hands found her lace-clad waist, pulling her flush against him.

“I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day.” He muttered against her lips. His voice was rough with want.

“Oh, I know.” Cuddy laughed seductively as she nipped at his bottom lip.

“Honestly, this was the main reason I wanted to get married.” He added, grinning as he began to kiss down her neck.

“Not the lifetime commitment?”

“The lifetime commitment to seeing you naked? Sure.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she enjoyed the feeling of House’s mouth trailing across her shoulders. As his hands moved to the buttons at the back off her dress, she pulled back.

“Not yet.” she whispered.

“Come on. I’ve been waiting to have this big ass of yours in my hands since the second I saw you.” House groaned, gliding his hands down her back to squeeze her backside.

She grinned before slipping out of his grip. “I have a surprise for you.”

His eyes darkened. “What kind of surprise?”

“You’ll have to wait 5 minutes.” she smirked, kissing him passionately once more before slipping off into the bathroom with a smirk. “Make sure you’re undressed when I’m back.” She called out before shutting the door.

He let out a whine of frustration, running a hand down his face as he stared at the closed bathroom door. The light shining through from underneath was the only thing illuminating the room slightly. He discarded his bowtie along with his shirt and jacket somewhere along the floor and it didn’t take long for his pants to join the pile. Then, left in nothing but his boxers, he sat back against the plush pillows adorning the bed. His cock was already throbbing. He needed her now.

“If this surprise is just you in a bathrobe telling me you’re too tired, I’m demanding an annulment.” He said, palming himself through the thin material of his underwear.

No response.

He drummed his fingers against his stomach and sighed impatiently. After a few moments, he called out again. “I’m going to start using my hand if you don’t come out soon. I didn’t marry my hand though! Does that class as cheating on you now?”

Still nothing.

Each minute felt like hours and he could feel the tension bubbling in his stomach. “Cuddy, I swear to God if you’ve fallen asleep in there.”

Finally, the sound of the bathroom door unlocking echoed through the room. House’s head snapped up. His eyes were firmly fixed on the door as it slowly creaked open. His breath hitched as Cuddy stepped into view, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing smirk on her lips.

And when he saw what she was wearing, his mouth went dry.

“Patience really isn’t your strong suit, is it?” She teased.

The tension in the room thickened as House’s eyes raked over Cuddy’s form, dressed in a white lingerie set that left little to the imagination. Her skin glowed in the soft light and the delicate garments only served to accentuate her curves. The lacy garter on her right thigh was like a siren’s call, drawing his attention to the apex of her legs. He felt his heart thump wildly in his chest. As she began to saunter closer to him, he scooted to the edge of the bed and saw something. His eyes were transfixed. The panties she was wearing was crotchless. The surprise sent a jolt of anticipation straight to his cock.

“Worth the wait?” She asked coyly as she stood between his open thighs, placing her hand on her hip.

House couldn’t find his voice. He was utterly mesmerised by the woman standing before him. His wife. He fervently nodded, unable to take his gaze away from the spot he longed to kiss, suck and touch.

“Good.” She whispered, sitting down on his left thigh and closing the distance between them. He could feel her wetness on his skin and the lacy fabric cupping her breasts pressed against his chest. The scent of her perfume, something citrussy, mingled with the scent of her arousal, was driving him wild.

He felt her hands fall flat onto his shoulders, pushing him back until he laid flat on the bed. The coolness of the sheets was a sharp contrast to the heat of his body as she unclasped her bra, revealing her hardened nipples to him. The crotchless panties were a masterstroke, leaving her bare and exposed for him to take advantage of.

Her hand traced a line from his collarbone down to his abs and he felt a shiver run through him. He was sure in that moment he had never been more turned on his life. Cuddy began to kiss down his chest. Her touch was featherlight, setting his skin on fire with each peck. When she reached his stomach, she paused to look at him and a wicked smile played on her lips.

“Somebody’s eager,” she smirked. She reached down and gently brushed her fingertips over the bulge in his boxers. “But we’re not quite there yet.” With a teasing twist of her hand, she pulled down the garment, freeing his erection. It sprang up, bobbing slightly in the cool air of the room. She took a moment to admire it, eyes lingering on the beads of precum that had formed at the tip.

House groaned and his hands travelled to her sides to bring her closer. When she leant back, he panted. “You’re actually going to kill me, you know?”

Cuddy chuckled raggedly. “Til death do us part, right?”

His eyes narrowed playfully. “If you don’t get on with it, I can almost guarantee that my death will come sooner rather than later.”

With a wicked grin, she settled between his thighs and began to kiss up and down them, taking extra care not to hurt his scarred leg. The kisses were gentle, but it was the promise of what was to come that had House squirming. The room was charged with the electricity between them and he felt it crackling against his skin as she leaned in to kiss the tip of his erection.

Her tongue darted out to taste him and he groaned. Her mouth was warm and wet and damn skilled as she took him in, inch by inch. He could feel her tongue swirling around him, exploring every ridge and vein – a territory she’d become very familiar with over the years. The sensation was mindblowing and he couldn’t control himself as his hips began to buck upwards, seeking more.

Cuddy’s hand wrapped around the base of his aching cock, stroking in sync with her mouth. The feel of her soft palm against his sensitive skin had him biting his lip to keep from crying out. The way she was looking at him as she bobbed up and down could’ve made a saint confess his sins. He relished in the sight of her. She looked beautiful and hot and sexy all at once.

As she took him deeper, House felt his toes curl. Her hand tightened slightly and he knew she could feel his pulse through his cock. He was so close to the edge already, but he didn’t want it to end. Not yet. He wanted to savour the moment. He wanted to remember every single detail of it for the rest of his life.

He reached down to tangle his fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm slightly, urging her to go faster. She complied eagerly, eyes fluttering closed as she took him deeper still. The sounds of her mouth and his ragged breaths filled the room.

His eyes squeezed shut and he could feel his orgasm building. “Cuddy…” he warned with a strain.

She looked up at him and took him all the way in one more time before pulling back with a pop. “You can’t cum yet. Not until you’re inside me.” She whispered. Her breath was hot against his skin.

House groaned as she pulled away, but the feeling of her mouth leaving him was quickly forgotten as she began to kiss her way up his body. Each kiss was like a brand, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Her breasts brushed against his chest once again and he could feel her nipples, hard and erect from her own arousal.

When she reached his neck, she bit down eagerly, forcing a hiss out of him. Her hand began to play with nipple, rolling it between her fingers as she kissed her way up to his ear. “You’re all mine. Forever.”

He shivered, enjoying the possessive in her voice. “Always have been, baby.”

Her teeth grazed against his earlobe and he felt her hand sliding down to his cock again. This time, she didn’t tease. She began to stroke firmly as her thumb stroked over his sensitive head. He could still feel the lingering wetness of her mouth on him, making her movements smoother.

His eyes locked with hers. His expression was one of desperation. “Let me fuck you. Let me make love to you. Please.”

She smirked and climbed back up his body. Taking full advantage of her crotchless panties, she aligned herself with his erection. He felt the slick heat of her as she began to lower herself onto him. The sensation of her surrounding him was almost too much. He had to grit his teeth to stop himself from cumming immediately. Her warm, velvety walls enveloped him with ease until she was fully seated.

They both stilled for a moment, panting heavily. The connection between them was more than just physical. It was emotional. It was powerful. They were more than just employee and boss. More than just boyfriend and girlfriend. More than just a mom and dad. They were husband and wife now. And they were everything the other had dreamt of. Cuddy’s eyes searched his, and he knew she was feeling it too. The intensity between them was like nothing they had ever experienced before now. They could see straight into each other’s souls.

Slowly, she began rocking her hips, setting a steady rhythm that had them both moaning loudly. House’s hands found her thong-clad ass, squeezing and guiding her as she moved. He could feel the tension coiling tighter in his balls, but he wasn’t ready to end it yet. He reached up to cup her breasts, thumbing at her nipples as she rode him. He could’ve wept at the glory of the sight above him wearing nothing but a garter and crotchless thong while she was impaled on his cock. Her skin was flushed and glistening with sweat and her hair was a wild mess around her face.

Her breaths grew quicker and shallower as she picked up the pace. Her hips moved in a sensual dance that had him on the brink on insanity. House felt himself swelling even more inside her, stretching her around him. He could feel her clenching around as him as she neared her climax. His hand traced down and began rubbing her clit, exacerbating a filthy moan from his wife. He wanted to bottle that sound and keep it with him for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, House. I’m so close.”

With a final, desperate thrust, House buried himself to the hilt and felt her orgasm wash over her. She threw her head back and she launched into a tirade of curse words as her body convulsed around his. He held her as she shook above him, fighting back his own orgasm just so he could drink in the sight of her coming apart for him.

As her tremors subsided, she leaned down to kiss him. He could still taste himself on her lips and it only made him want her more.

“Now, House.” She practically begged against his mouth. “Cum for me, now.”

And with those pleading words, he lost all semblance of control. His orgasm hit him like a freight train. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He cried as he emptied himself inside her.

They laid there, panting and tangled in each other’s bodies. He could feel her heartbeat against him as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. For a few moments, the only sound in the room was their mingled breaths.

When Cuddy spoke up, her voice was filled with a mix of sated lust and satisfaction. “Best wedding night ever.”

He couldn’t disagree, kissing the top of her head. “I think marrying you may have been the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Especially if married sex is anything like that.”

Cuddy chuckled against his chest, trailing her fingers lazily over his skin. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to keep testing that theory, won’t we?”

“I’m fully committed to that experiment.” House replied, running a hand through her tussled hair.

They laid in comfortable silence for a few minutes as they continued to bask in the afterglow of their first sexual encounter as a married couple. Then, Cuddy shifted slightly, resting her head on his chest as she looked up at him. There was something thoughtful in her expression, something just shy of serious.

“What?” House asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

She hesitated for a moment before biting her lip. “I was just thinking…”

“Uh-oh.”

Cuddy rolled her eyes and swatted him playfully on his chest. “Shut up and listen.” She took a deep breath. “What if we had another baby?”

House froze. “I’m sorry. What?”

She propped herself up on her elbows. “You heard me.”

“Oh, I definitely heard you.” House scoffed, still trying to process the conversation. “I just didn’t think you heard yourself.”

She rolled her eyes. “House - ”

“No, no, let’s break it down.” He interrupted, waving his hand dramatically. “We’ve been married for a grand total of less than twelve hours and you’re already planning on letting another tiny, screaming, sleep-depriving human intrude on our marital bliss?”

“You say that as if you don’t adore the tiny, screaming, sleep-depriving human we already have.”

House opened his mouth, ready with a sarcastic retort, but he stopped himself to think for a second. She did have a point. Damn his clever wife.

Cuddy watched his expression shift slightly. “Look, I’m not saying we have to start right this second. I’m still on my birth control anyway. But…soon. I don’t know. I just…I look at Izzy and feel how much joy she brings us. And I like to think about what she would be like as a big sister.”

He studied her for a moment as his fingers traced absentmindedly up and down her spine. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

He sighed, letting his head fall back against the pillow as he contemplated what Cuddy had said to him. Another kid. Another round of sleepless nights, diaper blowouts and teething. Another kid that would be a blueprint of him and Cuddy. Someone Izzy could grow up with. After a few minutes, he spoke. “We’ll wait until Izzy turns two. See how we feel then and go from there. That sound okay?”

“Yeah. That sounds okay.” Cuddy nodded before pressing a kiss to House’s lips before nestling back into his side. “You know, if we do start trying to have another baby, that means we’ll have to have a lot of sex again.”

House’s eyes popped open in realisation. “Damn. You’re right.”

“Do you maybe…want to start practicing now?” Cuddy asked, trying to supress a smile.

“Sex with my wife again?” House sighed jokingly. “Take off your panties.”

Cuddy laughed as she pulled her crotchless garment down her legs. She couldn’t get enough of him. And if she was honest, she didn’t think she ever would.

House kissed her forehead, her nose and her cheeks before bringing his mouth to hers. The kiss was urgent. Their tongues danced together as they explored the familiar yet ever exciting landscape of each other’s mouths.

His hand slid down her body, caressing the curve of her waist before resting on that special spot between her legs reserved just for him. He felt the heat of her. Her wetness was beckoning him and he felt himself harden at the thought of being inside her again very soon. He dipped his finger between her folds, grinning as her breath hitched. Her legs parted, giving him more access. When his thumb found her clit, he began stroking it with a gentle pressure that made her hips rock against his hand.

With a low growl, House kissed his way down her body, mirroring what she had done to him earlier. He left a trail of hot, wet kisses across her collarbone, down her sternum and over her toned stomach. He paused at her navel, leaving kisses all over before continuing his decent. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he inhaled deeply, savouring the musky scent of arousal. He kissed the inside of her thighs, and she lavished in the feeling off his scruff scraping against her skin. He felt her legs quiver as he moved closer to her centre. Feeling mischievous, House licked a long, slow stroke from bottom to top, drawing out moan from Cuddy. He grinned as he felt her arch her back. Cuddy’s hand found its way into House’s hair and digged her nails in slightly, urging him in closer.

Before he gave her what she so desperately wanted, he brought his mouth to where the lacy white garter sat on her thigh, pulling it between his teeth and guiding it down her leg and off of her body. The very sight left Cuddy lusting for more. She had never seen anything more erotic. And then she got exactly what she needed. House latched onto her clit, flicking the bud with his tongue while sliding a finger into her. Her walls clenched around his digit as he moved his thumb in rhythmic circles around her entrance. Her moans grew louder as he increased the pace. She was getting closer to the edge and he could feel it. He knew her body as well as he knew his own and he knew that if he didn’t slow down now, she’d cum before he wanted her to.

House pulled back, earning a whine of protest from Cuddy. He looked up and shot her a grin. “What was it you said earlier about patience?” He chuckled, before diving back in, swirling his tongue around her clit in a way that made her toes curl. Her hips bucked upwards, trying to grind against his face. House loved seeing her fall apart like this. He felt even more aroused in knowing that only he would ever get to see her like this ever again. Make her come undone like this. God, he loved her. He added another finger, feeling her clench around him like a vice as she reached her peak. Her face contorted with pleasure and her breath was coming out in short gasps. With one final, hard suck, Cuddy’s body went taut, and she let out a scream. Her thighs tightened around House’s head as she rode out her orgasm.

When she finally went limp, House began kissing his way back up her body. “Now, how about we get to work on that practice?” He whispered when his lips reached her earlobe.

Cuddy’s legs fell open, inviting him in but House shook his head. “I want you on your hands and knees.” He growled, pulling her in for a rough kiss before helping her flip onto her front. He grabbed her hips and pulled them up, leaving her positioned in a delicious arch, her ass high in the air and ready for him. She looked over her shoulder at him, excited by what was to come. They didn’t have sex in this position often, but when they did, it was magic. House took the time to admire her, the way her spine curved and the way her ass fit in his hands perfectly.

“Please, House. Fuck me.” she urged needily.

He chuckled. “Again. Patience, Dr. Cuddy-House.” He rubbed his palms over her cheeks, lightly swatting the right one. She gasped and her pussy clenched eagerly. She was desperate for her husband to be inside her again. House lined himself up and slowly pushed inside her. He was enamoured by the way she could take him in with such ease, despite him being on the larger side.

Once he was fully settled inside, House grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard. The sound of their bodies slapping together turned them both on more. The bed creaked with every thrust. Cuddy’s breasts bounced with every impact and her moans grew louder and louder. As House felt her clenching around him again, he knew she was close.

“You like this don’t you, baby? You like being fucked by your husband.” He grunted in a way that was oh sexy to Cuddy.

“Yes. Fuck. I love it. Don’t stop.” She begged. The feeling of him hitting her in just the right spot was becoming too much, exacerbated further when House reached round and began rubbing her clit. Her moans turned into cries and her nails dug into the bed. “Please, I need to cum.”

The feel of her. Her tightness. Her wetness. Her heat. It was driving House insane. He increased his pace, pushing into her with every ounce of strength he had. His thigh was killing him and he didn’t care. He could feel his own climax nearing.

“Yeah. Go on. Cum for me,” He groaned, toying with her clit as it pulsed underneath his fingertips. Her body convulsed and her pussy spasmed around his cock, sending waves of pleasure through his own body. House couldn’t hold back anymore and with a loud growl, he came inside her, filling her up with his hot seed once again.

They both collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty. House wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close. He kissed her temple softly, a stark comparison to what they were doing just moments before.

“I think we might be onto something with this practicing thing.” House murmured into Cuddy’s hair.

“Definitely.” Cuddy replied, breathlessly.

Their bodies remained intwined as they both let sleep take them. And they both felt comforted knowing that they had the rest of their lives together.