Lead You Into The Night (House/Cuddy, House/Wilson friendship; PG-13)

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Title: Lead You Into The Night
Pairing: House/Cuddy, House/Wilson friendship
Rating: PG-13
Words: 35,000
Author's Notes & Credits: A big, HUGE thank you to my wonderful betas, ducks_in_a_row and topaz_eyes! Without the both of you, this story would not have come together anywhere near as smoothly as it has. The title of the fic is derived from the song Lead Me Into The Night by The Cardigans. It was a song I listened to a lot while hammering this story out; it, in some ways, set the tone of the story. The chapter titles are also derived from the song's lyrics. The banner was made by me.

Summary: What's the differential for a woman who says she hates her baby?

Excerpt:

Cuddy shrugged. "I'm doing okay."

"Just 'okay'?"

She faced the crib, where the baby was wrapped up tight in a blanket and fast asleep. Maybe she was just fatigued, but she didn't seem herself. He frowned.

"Can't believe I'm heading home tomorrow," she finally said. "It's going to be weird having a baby in the house."

"You've had plenty of time to get used to the idea."

"Preparing for a baby, House, and having one..."

"Thought you'd be jumping for joy."

"I thought so, too."

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Comments

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Hee! Aww, thank you so much for coming back to give a second round of feedback! ♥!

He's not one to want to get involved in such things, but he's certainly not cruel, and he goes to where he needs to be

He does, yeah. Without meaning to, or even wanting to for the most part. And even towards the very end, there was a part of him that still didn't want to because of being so afraid of intimacy and love. He knew what was the right thing to do, but he never always went about doing it the right way.

Cuddy said some horrible things about Eva, but you had her say them in such a way that she didn't come off as a monster

I am going to write a 'synopsis/commentary' on this fic and talk about stuff like this, as well as lots of other facets of this story. But yes. This. She hated herself for saying the things she did, and she hated how out her control those feelings were. She knew she wasn't supposed to feel that way. And that's exactly what it's like. You see this child you know you're supposed to love and you just can't and you don't know why. Postpartum depression is a really awful, awful thing to go through.

Thanks so much for slogging through all 35K words, AND for coming back to give a second round of feedback. I appreciate it so much. I'm thrilled you liked the story!