God you wish you could punch House in his stupid, egotistical, smart-ass face.

Normally you didn’t care with whatever your boyfriend did. As long as it didn’t involve you…

….But he decided to involve you in this bullshit because he couldn’t spend so long with his parents. Yes, parents. He didn’t just spawn into existence when the world had gotten too nice like you thought.

You had come into his office to give him an update about the latest case you were working on only to find a very tense House and his parents; John and Blythe House- both stopping by before their vacation to Europe the next day.

You had planned to just introduce yourself to them to be polite before hightailing it out of there- only for House to quickly reveal to the pair that you were his partner, much to your annoyance.

Now here you were, sitting with House and his parents in the hospital’s cafeteria for a quick bite to eat- something Blythe insisted you join them on after learning your relationship with House- quietly suffering at the situation. Boy, clinic duty sounded like heaven at this point!

“So, have you two thought about marriage yet?” Blythe asked eagerly, making you choke on air for a brief second.

“…Well, we were planning a spring wedding-“ House jokingly said, trying to make his uncomfortableness with his parents being here less of a problem for HIM- and to a lesser extent you, only for you to stomp on his foot to get him to shut up.

My god, this headache won’t be ending anytime soon thanks to your cunt of a boyfriend…