They hadn't talked about it since they got married, but House knew Foreman still wanted to foster kids at some point. He had no clue what kind of research Foreman had done into the subject, but for himself, he was spending part of the evening looking through the DYFS website and figuring out what they'd need to do whenever they decided to adopt. ( Read more... )

Back in late November, House had decided that, now that Foreman was a real doctor, it was about time he had a real car, instead of a mom-Volvo. Might be practical, but it was incredibly ugly, and it didn't go with the Corvette or bike. Besides, with the way Foreman rightfully lusted after the 'vette, he could use a decent car of his own. It didn't ( Read more... )

After dealing with the Chase issue and trying to figure out what was going on with the cop, House picked up puppy food and a crate and headed over to the breeder's. After apologies for being late (might as well be on good terms in case something was wrong with the puppy, and besides, he didn't actually have her yet) and writing an obscenely large ( Read more... )

So much for a good mood post-honeymoon. Between Chase and Wilson, it had pretty much been destroyed. More the Wilson part, though ( Read more... )

House paced first class for the millionth time that flight. He'd forgotten how much flying killed, and his meds weren't working as well as he'd like. Which left pacing and trying to ignore Foreman's concerned looks to help it.

He finally flopped down in his seat, stretching out his legs as much as he could. This part of the vacation sucked

The usually good parts about Thanksgiving were food and getting drunk. Neither was exactly easy while they were snowed in ( Read more... )

House woke early Monday morning. He couldn't remember why for a moment, but when he did, he slid down the bed. Foreman probably wouldn't be up to anything for a few days, since he was donating today, but House could make this morning good ( Read more... )

When House got back to the room after talking to Joanne, Foreman was in bed, reading. House stripped down to his boxers and crawled up onto the bed, pushing the magazine out of the way to kiss Foreman deeply, possessively.

Monday morning, House had figured out how to get Chase and Wilson into the room, even how to lock it. (The door swung outwards. A chair could be lodged under easily.) Joanne was getting Wilson; House just had to persuade Chase. Which would be easy enough ( Read more... )

House might not be over everything, but that didn't mean he wasn't sick of the distance. He'd appropriated a tube of lube from one of the exam rooms earlier in the day. Yeah, he'd said they couldn't fix everything with sex, but it had its place in the relationship ( Read more... )