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

Chapter 40

2014
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," House complained. He leaned close to the mirror and ran his finger along the neck of his tuxedo shirt. It felt like an ever tightening noose around his neck.

"It's Kutner's wedding so man up," Wilson told him as he nudged him aside to look in the mirror. "He could have gone the traditional Hindi route and made you wear a
Kurta." Reaching up, he smoothed his hair and checked his teeth.

"Jesus, you are vain," House complained as he sank down onto an overstuffed chair in the stuffy, ornate room. "He had to pick the hottest day of the year and a place where the air conditioning isn't working."

Wilson turned his head from side to side as he continued to gaze into the mirror. "They're working on fixing the A/C," he assured House. "And it isn't that hot."

House tugged on his collar again and leaned back in the chair. "I don't even know why he'd ask me to be his best man," he sighed. "He should have asked one of his geek squad to do it."

Wilson turned from the mirror. "You're wrinkling your tux," he commented. House shrugged. "Which you don't care about," he continued as he adjusted his own tux jacket. "Larry asked you to be his best man because you're his friend and you introduced him to Sherry."

"Huh," House grunted. "Think Kutner minds that she was a hooker?"

Wilson's eyes widened and his eyebrows climbed up his forehead. "Sherry was a hooker?" he asked incredulously. "You're letting Kutner marry a hooker?"

House folded his hands behind his head and stretched his legs out. "I'm not letting him do anything. Sherry was leaving my place and Kutner came by so I introduced them. A few days later she asked for his number and I gave it to her. That is the extent of my involvement with their pair bonding."

Wilson put one hand on his hip and squeezed the bridge of his nose with the other. "Does Reilly know that your PT is a hooker?" he grimaced.

"Was a hooker," House clarified. "It's how she paid for school. And yes, Reilly knows. And before you ask, no, she doesn't care what Sherry did to me while going to school. Now I get PT and a massage but no more happy endings. Now I get my happy endings from Reilly and she is fine with that."

Wilson placed his other hand on his other hip and shook his head. "I don't know of any other woman who wouldn't be jealous and demand you fire Sherry."

House blew out some air and looked directly into Wilson's eyes. "Reilly, trusts me. She knows I love her and won't do anything to mess things up between us. I trust her, too. We talk about everything going on in our life." He smiled slightly. "I like it. She's not all judgemental like some people I could name."

Wilson ignored the jab and carefully sat down next to House. "How is the renovation going?"

House rolled his neck and groaned. "Never ending. Remember that time the place flooded? Well, all the foundation, subfloors and support beams have to be replaced. The contractor is saying it will be another six months since Reilly told him to gut the place and add on to the bathroom and bedroom. I thought we'd be done by now. We've been living in that crappy rental near the hospital for a year now."

"But, think how great it will look when it's all done."

"If  it gets done."

Kutner appeared in the doorway and smiled at them. "Ready?" he asked.

"No." House sighed. "But let's do it anyway."

XxXxXxXx

The ceremony was over quickly and all the guests drove a short distance to a nice hotel for the reception. Reilly and House sat and watched as Kutner danced with his new bride. "Does this make you want to get married again?" House asked as he took a sip of his scotch and soda.