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Your POV 

Walking next to House as he's in the wheel chair, he has the nurse pushing him out stop as I keep walking. Turning around to look at him he stands up, walking with his cane towards me. Smiling slightly he smirks before he walks normally, picking the cane up as he holds it.

Dropping the things in my hands as I stare at him he smiles before walking over and hugging me, picking me up as he does. Kissing me as he puts me down, I look at him surprised. "Either I'm hallucinating or you can walk." 

He chuckles before holding my hands. "I had Cuddy put me in a ketamine induced coma for the surgery. They were doing trials in Germany for chronic pain" 

"There's a 50% chance your pain will come back, but it also might not." Looking at him he smiles as he wipes the tear from my face as I'm amazed.

"Let's go home. I'll drive." 

Taking the keys from me after I pick up the things I dropped we make our way outside to the car. Getting in it I feel like I'm in a daze as I smile gently. He was walking, it was just like my dream when I was sedated. Feeling his hand on my leg, I look at him as I'm snapped out of my thoughts. Meeting his blue eyes he smiles. "We're here." 

Nodding we get out and head into the apartment, moving to take my jacket off before his hands take over, pulling the jacket down and hanging it up behind me. His hands land on my hips as he pulls me against him, kissing my neck slightly before his arms wrap around me. Turning around to face him, I rub his face with my thumb gently, he leans into it as he looks down at me. 

Kissing me a few times before he pulls away, picking me up bridal style and walking towards the bedroom. Putting me on the bed gently as he leans over me, kissing me again as I put my hands in his hair. Kissing my neck as his hands run along my body, they snake around to my back, pulling my blouse from my pants before he slips it off of me. Taking the blazer off of him, he sits back to take his t shirt off and throwing it somewhere. 

Our lips meet again before he unbuttons my pants, taking them off before his own come off and hit the floor. Panting slightly he leans down kissing along my body, taking the bra and underwear off as I watch him. Biting my lip as he hooks the back of my knee and pulls me to the end of the bed. 

He kisses the inside of my thighs as he looks at me, teasing me before he trails his kisses towards my clit. Smiling as I lay back I close my eyes as he licks and sucks on the small bud. Letting him make me give him whatever noise he wanted as he worked his magic, his fingers working their way into me, pushing me over the edge a couple of times, leaving me panting on the bed as he stands up and smirks to himself. 

Leaning back over me as he kisses me, pulling one of my legs over his hips as he supports himself on his elbow. Looking at him I smile as I cup his face with my hand. "I knew you'd be happy to be home, but I didn't think it would be this happy." 

"I was able to walk without the cane, pick you up, and carry you to the bedroom." He kisses my knuckles as he looks at me. "I've wanted to do that for a long time." 

Pulling him into a kiss, he took his boxers off before he lined my hips with his. Pushing into me slowly before moving in and out just as slow. This was different than usual, nothing rough and quick like usual. He was taking his time. Something he hasn't in a while. With him no longer being in pain, it changed how long he could attend to my satisfaction. Not that he had any issue before, this time he could take his time even more. Do what he wanted without having to race against his leg. 

"Greg~" 

He pants as he finishes, laying next to me as he keeps me close to him. His arms around me as he kisses my shoulder. "Maybe we should have done the ketamine sooner." 

"Cuddy wouldn't have let me. Being shot was the perfect excuse." 

Turning to look at him, I smile to myself as I look at him. He watches me before furrowing his brows." What?"

"Did they tell you what happened when you were shot?" 

"Besides bleeding on the office floor?"

"I chased the guy who shot you. I was ready to kill him, I probably would have if Chase wouldn't have caught and sedated me." 

He sighs as he rubs his hand along my arm. "Why would you want to do that?" 

"You got shot, I was pissed. I didn't even think about it, before I knew what I was doing I had already broken his finger twisting the gun from him. I chased him in 5 inch heels." 

He smiles as he looks at me. "I thought I hallucinated that." 

"You remember?"

He gives a slight shrug. "I remember seeing him stand over me, ready to shoot me again. Then you came out of no where, I was fuzzy. In and out of consciousness. Next thing I knew after I saw you come into the office was Foreman and Cameron in my face." 

Leaning into him I sigh gently. "I should have been the one on the floor with you." 

He shakes his head as he plays with my hair. "No, you would have freaked, it's good Chase sedated you." Closing my eyes as I feel him kiss my forehead, I sigh gently. 

"When I was asleep, I dreamed we were married, we had two kids, and your legs worked. You had quit diagnostics, saying your priorities changed. You were my housewife." 

Feeling him chuckle I look up at him. "Your housewife? With your salary? Please, that's insane." Hitting his arm he laughs at me, as I do too. He keeps me close to him as we both fall asleep. 

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I've been thinking about this part, and the next one for too long. Practically since I started the book.  Glad they're finally written down.