"I can assume they can find babysitters," Amber muttered. Geoffrey and Leila wanted more kids, she knew, and Brian.... was Brian. As for herself, there'd be no kids in the picture. Anyway, no matter how many her brothers popped out, nannies and babysitters were definitely options. They had the salary for it. Or they could stay at home, if they couldn't bear to be separated from their kids.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Amber asked. Was he talking about putting herself forward at work? Of course she was, she needed House's attention to get the job. Her fist tightened and it was the cool beads of perspiration pressing between her fingers that reminded her that they weren't exactly in a situation propitious to fighting. Her own resolutions to be more generous in giving Eric the benefit of the doubt aside, her family was right over there in the next room. They'd hear. Judge. ‘Oh, that Amber, we knew she couldn't make it last. Especially not with a guy like him.’
She set the bottle and glass on to the counter, hissing quietly her next words. "When have I been quiet about you? If I wanted to hide you, I wouldn't have told them-- I wouldn't bring you to my living room and call you my boyfriend!" That had been a humiliation in its own right, overcompensating for all the times she hadn't brought a boy back home, and now he was acting as if she hadn't put her neck on the line for him. "What's with all these accusations? First I want attention, and now I don't? Make up your mind!"
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"What's that supposed to mean?" Amber asked. Was he talking about putting herself forward at work? Of course she was, she needed House's attention to get the job. Her fist tightened and it was the cool beads of perspiration pressing between her fingers that reminded her that they weren't exactly in a situation propitious to fighting. Her own resolutions to be more generous in giving Eric the benefit of the doubt aside, her family was right over there in the next room. They'd hear. Judge. ‘Oh, that Amber, we knew she couldn't make it last. Especially not with a guy like him.’
She set the bottle and glass on to the counter, hissing quietly her next words. "When have I been quiet about you? If I wanted to hide you, I wouldn't have told them-- I wouldn't bring you to my living room and call you my boyfriend!" That had been a humiliation in its own right, overcompensating for all the times she hadn't brought a boy back home, and now he was acting as if she hadn't put her neck on the line for him. "What's with all these accusations? First I want attention, and now I don't? Make up your mind!"