You are mine, and I am yours (Gregory House)

Chapter 12

1985
Greg returned to Baltimore, got a job as a lab tech at the county morgue and moved into another studio apartment.  He didn't contact Reilly. Not right away. First he thought about how he was gonna peel it off. He was afraid that if he came to her appartment, she would slam the door in his face. Even though he knew his Reilly would never do that. In fact, he didn't even know if she still lived there. After some pondering he decided he would write to her and see how she felt about him coming back. He sent her a short note and included his new phone number. 

An unconscious smile spread across Reilly's face when she got the note. Clearly the way he screamed at her, hurt her. And if it was anyone else, she would have crumpled up the note and thrown it away. Only this wasn't some random flatmate, this was Greg. Her, Greg. And she missed him terribly. Two days later she called him and told him to come home. So, he packed again and moved back to the apartment they shared before he was put on academic probation.

She hugged him, with tears in her eyes, when he came in and helped him unpack. "I am yours, and you are mine" she whispered "I am yours, and you are mine" Greg softly whispered right back. They never spoke about their fight ever again.

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That summer, Reilly also got a job at the morgue. The two of them fell back into their normal pattern as if nothing happened and he never left. Greg was relieved. He did tell her about Lisa Cuddy and Reilly encouraged him to contact her but he didn't.

"You deserve to be happy," she told as they washed and sterilized instruments in a corner of the morgue.

"I'm fine," he told her. She shot him a dubious look, Greg looked up at her and laughed. "I am," he assured her. She shook her head and didn't mention it again. It was one of the things he liked most about her. She knew when to leave him alone. He realized he missed that while he was gone. Along side other things.

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They arrived home that night to find a large package leaning against the wall beside the front door of their apartment. Reilly looked at the return address and laughed with delight. "It's from Nana!" she told him. "She sent my dress and veil! Help me get it in!" He lifted the box while she unlocked the door. Once inside, he put the box on the floor while she got a pair of scissors. Very carefully she slit the tape holding the box closed and then pulled out mounds of packing paper. Greg sat on the couch, with a huff, and watched her pull out a sheer, lace edged silk veil and then a long white gown. Finally, she pulled out an envelope and a pair of white silk slippers. Reilly opened the envelope and pulled out several pieces of notepaper. She sat on her heels while she read the letter. Then she looked up at Greg.

"She made everything I need," she sighed happily.  Carefully, she lifted the dress and held it out. The cap sleeves were encrusted with luminous pearls. More pearls covered the tight fitting, scooped neck bodice. The skirt was full and made of a material Reilly told him was organza. The same lace that edged her veil encircled the bottom of her dress and could be seen under the layers of sheer organza. She carried the gown and veil into her room. When she came back, she reached into the box and pulled out a small, ornately carved wooden chest. Opening it, she pulled out a headpiece made of the same pearls that covered her dress. "Oh," she sighed. "It's all so beautiful. And Pa made the chest. If I have a daughter she will get all this."

"Let's get the box into your room and order some pizza," he told her as he picked it up and carried it into her room.
She put the chest on her dresser and smiled at him. 

"I want extra mushrooms, black olives, green peppers and tomatoes on it."

"Blasphemy!" They laughed and went back out into the living room.