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Oh krisimasi Tree

December 2022,
“Mom…” Abby groaned her face flustered as she fumbled through the boxes of ornaments.
“What?” Lisa asked as she placed a red glass bobble atop a branch of their Frasier fur, manyoya krisimasi tree.
“Where’s the Angel for the juu of the mti I last year? It’s not in any of the boxes” Lisa thought for a moment.
“I think it’s in on one of the shelves downstairs.” She said, fixing a nutcracker ornament onto the tree. Abby sighed and marched her way down to the basement, her blond hair whipping along behind her. Suddenly, the front door opened to reveal a skinny brown haired, twelve au so mwaka old boy walking in carrying a bundle of krisimasi and Hanukkah presents hidden in plastic and paper bags. The boy was followed kwa his father who limped in and added another bag to the young boy’s armful.
“Take these into your room. We’ll wrap, upangaji pamoja them at the very last dakika okay?” House whispered to his son who snickered and bounded up to his room, almost knocking over a menorah sitting on a small meza, jedwali along the way. House limped into the living room, carefully avoiding boxes as half melted snow dripped off of his sneakers and onto the carpet, and sat down on the kitanda to rest his bad leg after limping all over the mall all afternoon. Lisa, after finally placing the last little ornament on the tree, plopped down inayofuata to him.
“And to think that I am thoroughly atheist.” House alisema with a sigh. Lisa smiled.
    “Oh please, I don’t know about Hanukkah, but krisimasi barely registers as a religious holiday anymore, House.” Lisa alisema smirking.
    “You’re Jewish!” He complains.
    “I’ve told wewe Greg, only half. My dad was Christian.” She says triumphantly.
    “Whatever.” House says grumpily.
    “Besides, wewe get presents.” Lisa says, getting up when Abby comes in holding the angel.
    “When’s the mwaka we’re going to get that krisimasi rock I’ve been talking about?” Abby glares daggers at him.
    “The mwaka I songesha out.” She says cruelly and starts to put the Angel on the tree. House scoffs at her as though she just shot a puppy.
    “You know why they put an Angel on juu of the krisimasi tree?” Greg says, eager to bother his wife and daughter.
    “Don’t wewe dare tell that story Greg, I don’t need wewe corrupting our children any more.” At that very moment, Ben, House and Lisa’s twelve mwaka old son bolted downstairs.
    “What story?” He says curiously. Lisa rolls her eyes, realizing that there was no use resisting. House smiles.
    “Da-aaaad!” Ben whines. “Tell me! Tell me!” He demands eagerly, and sits down on the couch. Grinning evilly at Abby and Lisa, House begins his lovely tale.
“One siku on krisimasi Eve, Santa's workshop was absolutely chaotic. The elves couldn't make toys because they were all drunk and the reindeer were all nursing a hangover and couldn't power the sleigh. Now Santa was rather exasperated at all this and he goes into his wine closet to take a drink to cool his nerves, but alas the elves and the reindeer already drank it all. Now this got Santa really pissed and to juu it all off his doorbell rang and an adorable little Angel stood at his stoop holding a krisimasi tree. Santa in a particularly grouchy mood said,
‘What?’ ready to slam the door on the little angel's face. Now the Angel didn't
seem bothered and motioning the tree, so sweetly asked,
‘Where would wewe like me to put this Santa?’” Ben suddenly burst out laughing, and Abby couldn’t help but jiunge in. Lisa smirked, despite not wanting to onyesha House that she approved of sharing this joke with Ben.
                * * *
As a kid, House never really enjoyed Christmas. It was always a fairly hostile time. His dad always demanded him to help his mother clean around the house, and to write sincere thank wewe notes to all of his Marafiki and relatives. Every gift his father got him was some kind of weapon fake au real, camouflage shirts and pants, and boring military themed toys that House certainly had no interest in. His father clearly was determined to get him into the military, much to Greg’s irritation. However, now with Cuddy, he got to know what the holidays were like with a somewhat normal family. And he even got to celebrate Hanukkah too.
Cracking Abby’s door open a tiny bit, House looks at his daughter sleeping soundly in her bed. Now almost fourteen years from the krisimasi when Lisa accepted her as a foster daughter, only to later be adopted kwa her, House couldn’t help but remember how happy Lisa was. House remembered that he was worried that Lisa would just ignore him so she could take care of Abby. But somehow, things worked out. Don’t ask him how, they just did. And before he knew it they had Ben, and they became a family. And because of this, House was for once in his life…


Author's Note: I forgot to mention this on the other spots but I have to give credit to my dad for some of the jokes House alisema in the story. He told me the story of the Angel on the tree, and he's the one who wants a krisimasi rock
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inayofuata morning it’s half past ten and they are asleep embraced. The light that comes from the window wakes him up. He breathes deeply and sees her lying inayofuata to him.
Cuddy opens her eyes slowly and looks at him. She doesn’t know exactly what to say.
She’s still a bit confused. ‘How... Did wewe sleep well?’
‘The truth is that my back hurts a little due to sleeping in this position, I mean, huged to you.’
‘Oh--sorry’ She separates a bit from him and House takes a better posture. Cuddy looks at his cheek, it’s still a little redden because of the slap.
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Finally, the 18 saa flight was over. As Cuddy stepped out of the plane,right beside House, who had gotten out of his wheelchair and gotten his cane back, they both saw Wilson, smiling and waving, ready to pick them up.

"Hey, Wilson!" alisema Cuddy as she gave him a little hug.

"Hi," Wislon alisema back, "how was Singapore?"

"Long story," alisema House, "we'll tell wewe in the car."

"Okay then. Let's get to the baggage claim."

The walk there seemed longer than it should. House and Cuddy were looking for the right words to describe the flight back. Cuddy didn't want Wilson to worry, but House wanted to...
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After settling his things in his weekday room, House walked straight to the gym that same evening. He resented Wilson for thinking about dating Cuddy and he doesn’t know how to say to her to stay away from his friend. He knows, he’s badly screwed since he knew how Wilson marks his words. In just a blink of an eye, Cuddy might be taken away without him fighting for her for himself.
The moment he reached the gym, he found Pitt and Daniel having their scotch session. Both of them looked at him as his anger sweat come running from his forehead down to his chin. He tried to look away to hide...
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Late at night, Wilson found himself seated in front of his bar meza, jedwali alone. He was having a couple of shot with his scotch feeling depressed like the night Amber died. A lot of things come and go in his mind; cancer patients, the cancer conference, House and Cuddy. With the bar lamp, one could tell he has been crying and all I could say was that he was drunk and a mess. Pitt’s swali came into his mind like a bullet and it nearly killed him. He didn’t expect himself to just stand there and say nothing, leaving his friend’s doctor suspicious.
Pitt: Are you?
Wilson: Am I?
He asked himself...
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Previously on "In Mayfield": Six hours later, Cuddy was drifting to sleep with her head on House’s bedside. His fingers started inaonyesha some reflexes but she was unable to notice since she was sleeping. He grunted but still Cuddy didn’t noticed. He moved his head slowly, only to see those familiar curls on his bedside. He drew a smile before raising his right hand and placed it gently on her hair.
House: <whispery in a heavy tone> Lisa…
He gently and carefully caressed her hair like never been before. He removed his hand the moment Cuddy started to move. Both exchanged chuckles when...
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This is scene four of Part 1. As always please comment. =) Enjoy.

The inayofuata day…
A soft knock interrupted Sarah’s research. Words could not describe how annoyed she was as she looked at her watch. It was 6:41a.m. She didn’t have any patients until 8:00. So who the hell was bothering her? She had a good idea as to who. Part of her did not want to answer the door. Part of her wanted to ignore her best friend, her best friend who had somehow found out about the antidepressants she had been on four years ago, her best friend who had used that knowledge against her. But her best friend would...
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AN: This chapter is shorter but I hope wewe like it!
PS.: The medical stuff are just pure invention! I don't know anything about medicine! sorry

“Soo… in the same dakika that we found out that Chase has a little sister we found out that she is dying…. Jeez, I hope someday I’ll get his luck” House alisema sarcastically while uandishi on his white board. He was on his office thinking about his discovery when Cameron and Foreman rushed to him.

He then turned around and took a glance on the conference room. Thirteen and Taub were examining Claire’s...
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