Hey guys! This fic consists of incoherent "peeks" into the life of House and Cuddy.

Beeing there

"(...) The capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest significance." - P. Casals

Cuddy wasn't snuggled up to him anymore when he woke up.

So his hand went to the other side of the bed to pull her closer again but instead of a warm body it just met cold sheets.

He sat up and switched on the light on the bedside table. He had to wait a few moments until his eyes adjusted to the brightness before he could check the time. 3:24 am.

She usually gets up early but this was definitely too early.

He got out of bed and made his way down the hall to the living room which was illuminated.

He entered the room and found Cuddy sitting on the couch.

She was crying.

"Oh no," he thought. He wasn't good in consoling people so he usually tried to not get himself into a situation where he would have to do exactly that.

But now that he was in a relationship he didn't really have a choice. He couldn't just run away and avoid her. Not when he wanted this relationship to last.

He approached her. "Hey. What's wrong?", he asked in a soft, quiet voice.

She sniffed and wiped her tears away. "Nothing."

"So you got up on the middle of the night to cry just for fun?" He dropped down next to her.

"Its silly."

"But it's obviously bothering you… so spill it."

She sighed, leaned against the back of the couch and looked up at him. "I kinda miss my dad… I couldn't sleep and started thinking about all kinds of stuff… and here I am now."

House wiped away a tear that was running down her cheek with his thumb. "You should have woken me up."

"You are not exactly a fan of sentimentality so I thought its better to let you sleep."

His hand rested on her cheek. "A wise woman once said that a relationship is about averaging misery."

She smiled. "I guess I should listen to this wise woman more often."

"You should." House said as he fished the photo album he had just discovered from the couch table. "I've never seen this one."

"These are photos of my dad and me…"

"How come you never showed them to me?"

"I don't look at them often since I usually end up crying… plus I didn't think you'd be interested."

"I'm interested in every picture that has you in it." He said as he opened the album.

Cuddy scooted closer to him, pressed a kiss to his cheek and put her head on his shoulder.

They looked through the album together. Cuddy told the story to every picture and he listened. Not just because he thought that this was what a good boyfriend might do, he listened because he wanted to know, because he was interested.

"… and this was at Julia's wedding." Cuddy pointed at a picture where they were standing in front of a restaurant, her father had put his arm around her and pressed a kiss against her cheek.

"Woa! You look hot in this dress!"

She smiled. "Thanks."

"You don't look happy though."

"I wasn't… My mom had made this entire wedding about reminding me that I was still single and childless…"

"One day I'm gonna accidentally push Arlene off a cliff."

Cuddy chuckled and snuggled even closer into him. "Not necessary… By now I'm already used to the fact that Julia is always gonna be the perfect daughter who makes no mistakes."

"Julia is a housewife, she financially depends on her husband… What's perfect about a daughter who still lives in the 1950s?"

"Julia works part time… she isn't JUST a housewife… and even if she was there's absolutely nothing wrong with it."

"But she sure as hell isn't a sexy woman who is the boss of one of the most renowned hospitals in the state."

"She's happy with her life and that's the most important thing." Cuddy said as her fingers softly traced the silhouettes of her dad on the picture.

"That day, on Julia's wedding he told me that he was immensely proud of me." Cuddy then continued with her story. "He said that he always knew that I'd be successful in my job but he never thought I'd be the boss of an entire hospital… And right after this photo was taken he said that when and if the day comes and I marry… he'll be happy and honoured to lead my down the aisle." Tears started running down her cheeks again as she said the last sentence.

House kissed Cuddy's forehead.

"I'm sorry… I know I'm being overly emotional." She sobbed.

"Don't apologize for this."

"You are a great boyfriend, you know that right?" She said and looked up at him.

"I'm trying." He admitted.

"And you are doing really great." She pressed a kiss to his lips and then placed her head on his shoulder again. "I wish you and my dad had met… He would have loved you."

"True…" House said. "He married your mom so he obviously had a soft spot for assholes."

Cuddy had to laugh once again. She loved it that he could always make her smile, even when she was being sad or in a really bad mood.

She sighed, took in the intoxicating scent of the man she loved and thought about how much she would have loved it if her dad would be the one leading her down the aisle next week.

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