([identity profile] wrote in [community profile] cuddys_house2009-09-24 05:12 pm

Morning, May 15

Cuddy really didn't sleep after House left, not even after she turned off the light and stretched out in the bed. She dozed a little but always roused after a few minutes to look at the bassinet. Emma slept, at least, and watching her daughter sleeping so innocently was completely engrossing for Cuddy.

Eventually Emma woke and this time she was truly hungry. Cuddy shuffled over and changed the baby's diaper before carrying her back to the bed. A nurse stopped in to see how Cuddy was getting along and she stayed for a few minutes to give some pointers on breast feeding and to make sure Cuddy was comfortable with the process. Cuddy still felt a bit awkward with getting Emma to latch on properly but once Emma was happily sucking away, Cuddy felt even more proud and protective. She loved the idea that even though Emma was no longer being completely sustained by Cuddy's body, she still depended on her mother for nourishment.

Emma fussed occasionally because colostrum was more difficult to suck than Cuddy's milk would be. The baby had to work a little harder but she managed to fill her little belly and she dropped back off to sleep, worn out. After returning her to her bassinet, Cuddy discovered she was ready to sleep herself. She settled on the bed and drifted off into a light but still restful sleep.

The next thing Cuddy knew, she was being gently shaken awake. She looked around with bleary eyes and saw one of the hospital phlebotomists standing by her bed, hands gloved and syringe at the ready.

"Sorry, Dr. Cuddy," the young man said. "But I've got to draw blood for your labs."

"Right, of course," Cuddy said groggily. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, her eyes immediately going to the bassinet.

"She's fine, just fussing a little in her sleep," the phlebotomist said as he put a tourniquet around Cuddy's arm and felt for a vein. "She's a cutie."

"Thanks." Cuddy waited until he was finished, then slipped out of the bed to look at Emma. The baby was starting to make some more definite noises, her eyes blinking open and closed as she began to fully wake up. Cuddy rubbed her belly soothingly, then decided to make a quick run into the bathroom before Emma woke up and realized she was hungry.

Of course, the best laid plans always went wrong. Cuddy had barely sat her ass on the toilet when Emma let out a demanding wail. Cuddy tried to hurry but by the time she could get back to the baby, Emma was red in the face and howling.

"You definitely have your daddy's lungs," Cuddy muttered. She decided to skip the diaper change until after Emma had fed and carried the wailing baby to her bed. She got herself settled into a comfortable sitting position as quickly as she could but she had to sway Emma in her arms for a little bit to get her to settle down enough to latch on. Cuddy was beginning to think it was going to be impossible when Emma seemed to realize she'd be happier if she sucked on the nipple Cuddy was shoving in her face rather than screaming at it.

"Boy," Cuddy said in the sudden silence. "You really know how to make some noise."

[identity profile] 2009-09-25 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
For a little while, House managed to get back to sleep. It was a doze but with still vivid dreams, a doze that had him feeling groggier when he roused from it. For a little while, he struggled between finding the energy to get himself up out of bed and simply rolling over to go back to sleep. Physically, he felt like he could sleep for the entire day but as thoughts of the night before took more solid form in his mind, he forgot about tiredness and got lost in thought over the baby.

Eventually he got up. The clock read 7.52am, he was hungry, stiff and in need of a strong cup of coffee. Despite having a shower the night before, he got undressed and had another one simply to loosen his muscles and to make him feel a bit more refreshed. He dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and a grey hoodie, took his medication, grabbed his car keys and something else from his apartment and slipped out the front door.

On his way to the hospital, he stopped by the main street to get a few things. First, he stepped into Starbucks to grab that strong coffee he needed to wake up. Once he'd had a few sips and felt the caffeine hit his system, he was back out on the street and he headed into a cafe that offered all kinds of foods, including breakfast and takeout. For himself, he ordered a roll that was crammed with egg, bacon and fried mushrooms with ketchup. And for Cuddy, he ordered muesli and low fat yoghurt mixed together and a container of mixed fresh fruit. He grabbed her a drink, too - a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice, and he also picked up some snacks for her to eat throughout the day if she wanted. Some fruit - bananas, apples - and a couple of high fibre muffins.

Once everything was packed in a paper bag for him to take away, he stepped back outside and went to his car. He drove to the hospital, parked up in his spot and grabbed everything, and headed inside. He arrived on the maternity ward and as he walked towards Cuddy's room, he could hear crying that got louder the nearer to the room he approached. He realised that the crying was Emma and he poked his head through the door just as he heard Cuddy say to the baby that she knew how to make noise.

"She doesn't get that from me," he replied, knowing full well how loud he could be. Not that the baby's crying was any indicator of that. A loud, responsive baby was a healthy one. He was still in some kind of state of denial or disbelief or daze that he was a father. He had a feeling he wouldn't be shaking that from him any time soon. He was in a reasonably good mood, though. Disbelief, denial or daze though it may be, he was also on some kind of weird cloud nine. He stepped into the room, closed the door behind him and limped over to the bed.

"Good morning," he greeted both Cuddy and Emma. "How are my two favourite girls?" He held up the paper bag, adding to Cuddy, "Breakfast for two."

[identity profile] 2009-09-25 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Letting Cuddy take his hand, House bent down and met her lips, giving her a light kiss. He let her hand go and brushed his fingers over the side of the baby's head, as a kind of acknowledgement of her and to let her know he was here, even though she wouldn't care or even know what that meant.

"Not a wink," he replied as he put the paper bag on the dinner trolley. He opened it. "Well, maybe a couple of winks. Definitely not forty of them." He glanced over at Cuddy, at her tired and pale face, as he pulled a couple of the bananas out. "You look about ready to hit the town and party for the night."

He quickly unpacked the rest of the bag, gesturing for Cuddy to see the things he'd bought her. He laid them out so she could take whatever she wanted once she was done feeding and then he pulled the chair by her bed closer and sat with a wide spread and a sigh.

He started to unwrap his breakfast. "Oh, I almost forgot," he said. Reaching into his back pocket, he produced the soft, squeaky Pooh bear toy he'd bought a while ago and squeezed it a couple of times at Cuddy. It was for Emma of course, something for Cuddy to play with Emma with.

"Thought I'd bring this along and annoy the crap out of you with it." He squeezed it a couple more times to punctuate his point.

[identity profile] 2009-09-25 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Annoyance is like sex - more fun with toys." He squeaked the Pooh bear a few more times before putting it up on the bedside cabinet. As much fun as he got out of annoying Cuddy, he hadn't actually come today to do that. More to the point, he was too hungry to bother with things like being annoying. Unwrapping his roll, he sat back and took a big bite while watching the baby suckle on Cuddy's nipple.

Part of the reason none of this yet felt real was because, well, as much as the hospital was an every day thing for him, it wasn't a natural surrounding to have a baby in. Reality would truly hit once Cuddy was out of hospital and home. And even then, House was having a hard time picturing what life with a baby was going to be like, even with the baby now right in front of him. Apart from the cuddle or two he'd had with her, he wasn't really sure what to do as a father. Did he just stand by and let Cuddy do most of the work? Did he wait for Cuddy to tell him to do things for the baby?

With a quiet huff, he tried to lay those thoughts aside while taking another bite of his breakfast. At the same time, Cuddy was trying to get the baby to latch onto her other breast while Emma made impatient whining noises.

"I don't make noises like that when I want to be fed," he argued. He then rolled his eyes. "Well, in that case, she gets her fussiness from you." He finished chewing and swallowed his mouthful. He reached over for his coffee, took a few sips and put the cup back down.

"So, what was the night like after I left?"

[identity profile] 2009-09-26 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe she does take after me," House said as Cuddy finished telling him how the baby behaved the night before. "Luring you into a false sense of security."

He was only teasing but it was possible he could be right, too. Perhaps when the baby was taken home, her true colours would come out, so to speak. Maybe she'd be a good sleeper and easy to get into routine... not that House really had any idea how to 'put' kids into a routine. Or maybe she'd scream the place down from dawn 'til dusk.

While Cuddy set the baby down to eat her food, he worked his way through the rest of his roll and sipping his coffee in between. He was two bites away from finishing his breakfast when Emma made an announcement that something had dislodged.

"Oh, goody!" he echoed Cuddy with mock excitement. "Just what I've been looking forward to all morning!" He took another bite of his roll but as he chewed, he heard another noise coming from Emma's diaper, followed by a grizzle from her. It took only seconds for her grizzling to escalate into something louder.

He dropped the remainder of the roll into the bag it had come to and scrunched it up. Tossing it onto the dinner trolley, he stood and stepped over to the bed. Emma was getting more and more worked up by the second, her hands clutched into fists and her face twisted up unhappily. He looked around, wondering where on earth he could change her diaper. More than that, how on earth to change her diaper.

Leaning down, he awkwardly scooped her up in his hands and he looked more than a little lost while he limped away with her flailing and crying. He carried her over to the changing table and lay her on it. It was ridiculous he felt intimidated by a tiny baby but in all honesty, he didn't know how to do this. After a few aborted attempts at wondering where to start, he pried the tabs off her diaper.

"That looks tasty." he said dryly at the mound of dark green meconium awaiting him. Of course, he realised now that he hadn't gotten anything set up to clean her with. Everything was over by Cuddy's bedside and he was all the way over here with a screaming baby.

"This was well planned out," he added aloud to himself, a little frazzled by how out of his depths he felt. Her increasingly unhappy cries weren't doing anything to ease the situation, either. He put a hand on her belly to hold her stable and safely on the changing table and stretched his other arm out to reach for a fresh diaper... which was too far out of his reach. So were the wipes. So was everything he needed.

He threw Cuddy a somewhat uncomfortable, helpless look. "A little help?"

[identity profile] 2009-09-26 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's a relieve," he said in a sarcastic tone as Cuddy assured him everything was within easy access at home. The wipe handed to him, he gave Cuddy a look - a playfully annoyed one because while he had no clue what he was doing, he wasn't really annoyed - and then set to work wiping the meconium off the baby's bottom.

It took a fair bit of wiping to get it off, too. For a start, House just had no idea how one wiped a baby's butt. The only thing he did know was to wipe from front to back, not back to front. Otherwise, he wiped and wiped... and wiped, and he didn't seem to be getting anywhere. The baby's kicking only made it more difficult.

"This stuff is like..." He trailed off to wipe some more poo from her bottom, though it was smearing rather than actually coming off. Meconium was very thick in sustance. It had a tar-like consistency. "You could lay bricks with this stuff."

At last, he seemed to have most of it off. As he dumped the diaper and the wipes in Cuddy's hands, he said, "I feel like the missing scene from that movie, Three Men And A Baby." He looked back down to Emma while Cuddy went to the bathroom. Emma was a lot happier now. Kicking her legs in an uncoordinated fashion, jerking her arms about, eyes wide open.

"You may have won this round but don't think I know how to step up my game." The baby replied with another jerky kick, her head shaking as her ended up on her mouth, automatically startling her rooting reflex. Of course, he wasn't done yet. He still had phase two of Operation: Diapering to get through, and that was the actual diapering part.

He picked the diaper up and opened it just as Cuddy reemerged and told him to avoid the umbilical cord. "I know that," he said. He went to slip the diaper under the baby but found it a lot harder than it looked. A couple of times, he tried to wedge it under her but she was kicking too much and he was just too uncertain of what he was doing.

Eventually, he managed to get the diaper under her bottom by gingerly grasping one of her ankles and lifting her on a weird angle. He glanced over at Cuddy, positive she was laughing at him by now. Returning to Emma, he folded the crotch over, untaped the tabs and fastened them... around the back instead of the front, not realising that the diaper was on backwards. The diaper was loose, crooked and badly put on, but it was on all the same.

"Operation: Diapering complete." He leaned over to look at Emma, frowning challengingly (in a playful way) at her. She stared up at him with a fascinated frown, her lips pursed in a tiny 'o'. "I won that round. You may try to trick me by looking cute but just so you know, you can't outsmart Dad."

[identity profile] 2009-09-26 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
House caught the amused tone in Cuddy's voice and he frowned at her, wondering what the hell she found so amusing, aside from the spectacle of diapering a baby. He could see the diaper was loose but, hey, he'd never done this before in his life. When Cuddy took over, he watched with his frown deepening further but then he shrugged because what else could he do?

"Fine, I get it. You're better at this than I am," he said with a dramatic roll of his eyes. He perked up then. "All the more reason to leave diaper duty up to you." Like he'd get away with that and he knew he wouldn't. He watched Cuddy kiss Emma's foot, meeting her eyes when she said about having a shower.

He shrugged again and waved to the shower. "The kid's been de-stinked. Only fair you get your turn." Once Cuddy had left for the bathroom again, he turned back down to Emma. She was contentedly looking in the direction of the window, her fingers spread wide while she jerked her arms about. He carefully scooped her up. "Guess it's just you and me for a little while he told her."

Carrying her over to the seat by Cuddy's bed, he sat down and got Emma adjusted until he had her sitting on his thigh. He supported the back of her head with one hand and had a firm grip around her back and under one arm with the other. He studied her for a while. She pulled all sorts of faces that newborns pulled, from squinting her eyes to opening her mouth wide and moving her tongue in a sucking manner. Her arms moved about without any direction, her little fingers closing into fists every now and again.

He was a dad, he thought to himself for the hundredth time. Yet, hundredth time though it seemed, it still didn't seem any more real or credulous. This was his daughter. His flesh and blood. It was too crazy to fathom. This tiny, vulnerable, little creature was his daughter. Amazing how something so small and innocent could be so threatening and scary.

She made a noise, a kind of gurgling sound. House pulled his face into a look of intrigue. "Really?" he replied. "I didn't know that." She was definitely alert. He had her close enough to him on his thigh that she would be able to see his face this close. Her eyes remained on him when he spoke.

Emma made another noise, a quiet grunt. "Well, duh," House replied. "Everybody knows that. Even me." Her fingers fanned out as she moved her arms outwards again and House rolled his eyes. "You caught a fish that big? Tell another lie while you're at it."

[identity profile] 2009-09-27 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
House looked up at Cuddy emerging from the bathroom, immediately self-conscious that he was talking to the baby. He shifted in the seat slightly and resumed looking at the baby as though he hadn't been doing anything except just watching her. Stupid really, especially given that he'd already been talking to the baby in front of Cuddy. Being caught out doing it was something else, however.

He definitely didn't have the automatic and natural affection that Cuddy had. The soft, adoring way she spoke to the baby, the adoring touches, how clearly in love she was with the baby - she was a lot better at it than he was. He wasn't sure what to do, besides looking at the baby and talking at her. Cuddling and touching and kisses and all that adoration stuff: he felt, well, awkward with those sorts of things. Perhaps that was a job best left up to Cuddy.

"If she is the boss, I'm going to have a hard time believing anything she tells me. She was just telling me a bunch of old fishermen tales." Just as he said that, Emma's arms moved outwards again, the hand which wasn't clinging onto Cuddy's spreading open wide. House nodded to the baby. "See? Not even a day old and she's already learning how to manipulate."

At the knock, House looked up quickly to see Wilson poking his head in. Well, great. As if he didn't already feel self-conscious enough. "The kid loaded the room with trip wires last night while Cuddy was asleep," he answered Wilson's question. "Might want to rethink that 'can I come in'."

"I'll take it that means..." Wilson wasn't sure what that meant. Either it was House's backwards way of telling him the coast was clear or it was House's way of telling him to get lost. This whole House the Dad thing was as foreign to Wilson as it no doubt was to House.

Wilson opened the door and stepped in. "Well, whatever it means, I'll take my chances." In his arm, he was carrying an oversize stuffed yellow duck. He also had a bunch of flowers clutched in that same hand, for Cuddy.

"For me?" House asked with mock surprise about the flowers. "You really shouldn't have."
Edited 2009-09-27 01:55 (UTC)

[identity profile] 2009-09-27 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Reminding me of old, incriminating times?" House retorted. "Though, we both know that I'm not the one with the duck fetish."

Wilson quickly cleared his throat, both to non-verbally tell House to shut up and because he should have known House would make some ridiculous link to that. Just like he should always know every time House had a party that it led to Wilson doing something irresponsible and embarrassing, the duck incident being a prime example. The duck he'd brought, however, was a toy, plain and simple. Something fun for the baby to stare at and play with when she got older. Trust House to twist it into something, well, incriminating, like he'd said.

Letting Cuddy pull him, he stopped by House's side with his hands in his pockets and he looked down at baby Emma. She was so small, especially so in House's giant hands. More than that was the fact House was holding her. Not that Wilson doubted House would but again, seeing House in the role of dad was going to take some getting used to.

"Uncle Wilson?" Wilson echoed. He glanced at Cuddy with his brows raised.

"See?" House replied. "Told you he wouldn't like it."

"Who said anything about me not liking it?"

House squinted at him. "You like it?"

Wilson shrugged. It wasn't a title he was expecting but he secretly did like it. At least he wasn't feeling excluded, and the kid probably would see him enough times to think of him as an uncle or some family member. He darted his eyes to Emma, who now had an eye screwed shut with her mouth wide open, some dribble seeping out of the corner of it.

"She's a cutie," he said to Cuddy. His lips quirked into a brief smile at the yawn Emma suddenly screwed her face into. Her fists then batted jerkily in the air and she squirmed in House's hands. Wilson looked over at Cuddy. "Your parents know they're grandparents yet?"

[identity profile] 2009-09-27 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Cuddy wasn't the only one chagrined. But instead of being chagrined out of guilt, he was chagrined out of annoyance at Wilson bringing up Cuddy's parents. Well... perhaps it was also a little out of guilt, too. Guilt because any mention of Cuddy's mother always reminded him of the disastrous dinner he'd had with her and Cuddy. More than that, mention of Cuddy's parents reminded him of his own parents. As always, he tried to squash any thought of them down, though he had to do it with extra force now that he was holding his daughter in his arms.

Wilson stayed quiet while Cuddy phoned her parents, looking down at Emma fussing, though he was listening to Cuddy's side of the conversation. House was, too. He was expecting for Cuddy to end up on the phone for a millennium, knowing how much her mother could talk. He was also a bit apprehensive Cuddy might put him on the phone to her parents. He didn't know why she would but given he was now officially a part of the Cuddy clan through Emma, anything was possible.

He studied the baby all the while, watching her squirm and move her arms about. She yawned again and lightly thumped her fist against her face, which made her jump a little. She was starting to get restless, probably due to tiredness. Newborn babies slept for up to seventeen hours a day, after all.

"That's a relief," House replied when Cuddy finally got a phone. It was, too. Attack of the grandma was something he wasn't looking forward to.

Wilson snorted at Cuddy with a knowing smile. He knew what Jewish mothers could be like, how they could fuss and make a big deal over things. But then he turned back to House. "Could be worse. Could be your mother."

House rolled his eyes, quick to shrug it off. Getting into a discussion about his parents was not something he wanted to do, especially right now.

Wilson didn't take the hint, though. Or if he did, he ignored it. "I take it you haven't called your mother yet." House just looked up at Wilson warningly. "Did you ever get around to telling your parents about the baby at all?"

House darted his eyes quickly to Cuddy and then looked away, at Emma. "Your Uncle Wilson is really Aunt Wilson with how much he nags," he told Emma.

"I thought not," Wilson answered his own question with a sigh. He had more to say but he decided for the moment to leave it. He'd talk to House in private about it. For now, he looked back down to Emma, who was making a whiny noise as she thumped her cheek with her fist again. "Mind if I say a proper hello to my, er, 'niece'?" Wilson asked Cuddy, glancing at her.

[identity profile] 2009-09-28 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
The look of disappointment Cuddy gave House didn't go amiss. He saw it and he wished he hadn't. He wasn't particularly keen on handing the baby over to Wilson, either. He'd never admit it, but he was enjoying sitting with her, even if doing so made him feel self-conscious with Wilson in the room.

Once Emma was in Wilson's hands, House sat back and looked up at his friend holding her for the few seconds that she let him before Cuddy had to take her off his hands again. When Cuddy explained to Wilson that Emma was tired, House added, "And she just doesn't like you."

Wilson gave House a look but let House's remark roll off his back. He knew a tired baby when he saw one. For a minute or so, Wilson just watched Cuddy swaddling and cradling the baby, listening to Emma's cries. But then he looked down at House, who seemed to be listening to and watching Emma, too. House was definitely warming to his little girl, Wilson decided. If House wasn't, he'd show a lot less fascination than he was showing.

He also decided to steal the moment to try and talk to House, find out how he was feeling about everything. "I could use some coffee," he said to House.

House turned his eyes up to him. He got the hint and he appreciated the chance to get away for a few minutes. Without argument, he stood up and went to fetch his cane. Wilson followed him, adding to Cuddy, "We'll be back in about ten or fifteen minutes."

"You don't really want coffee," House said once he was out in the corridor with Wilson. He threw his friend a look. "You just want a chance to grill me."

Wilson shrugged, hands in his pockets as they walked towards the elevator. "You're not exactly disagreeing to come with me." He hit the button on the elevator and waited until they were in the car together before he continued. "So, how are you holding up?"

"Boy, you don't waste any time," House sniped. But then he gave a one-shouldered shrug. "I've survived to tell the tale."

"That's good. You did good, House."

House eyed him. "I don't need your approval."

"I'm not giving you my approval. I'm just saying." He was trying to suss out how House was dealing with it all, especially given he'd not long got out of hospital. But as usual, House wasn't giving too much away. The elevator arrived at the lobby and they walked through to the cafeteria, where Wilson bought them both a coffee.

[identity profile] 2009-09-28 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Heading back to the elevator, Wilson asked, "So, when are you going to tell your parents?"

House hit the button. "Oh, for God's sake, don't start."

"If I don't start, Cuddy will," Wilson pointed out. "I think it's better you take it out on me than her right now."

"How very noble of you," House sarcastically retorted.

"When are you going to tell them?" Wilson pressed.

House sipped his coffee and looked away. He didn't know when he was going to tell them. Never, if he could get away with it. Thing was, his mom was usually the one who rang and she always knew when something was different or wrong, didn't matter how much he tried to mask it from her.

Wilson sighed. "Your mom would be hurt if she finds out you've kept this from her."

Damn Wilson and his guilt daggers. House shot him a look. "It's none of your business whether my parents know or not."

"It's Cuddy's business," Wilson replied. "And it's Emma's business, too."

"How exactly does that equal to it being your business?"

"Because I'm the only other person you listen to."

The elevator arrived and House eyed Wilson for a moment before he stepped into the car. "Just in case you missed it, this is me, not listening to you."

"You're going to have to tell them at some point, House," Wilson said once they were both in the elevator and the doors had closed.

House was starting to get annoyed. "Will you stop?"

Wilson turned to him. "How are you going to explain it to them if they turn up to visit you and find a baby in your arms? How do you think your mom will feel if she discovers you've been keeping her granddaughter away from her?" House let out an aggravated sigh and looked away but Wilson pressed on. "Why won't you tell them?"

"Because I don't want my dad in my life," House snapped, reeling back on Wilson.

Wilson stared at him for a moment. "So, you're going to make your mom suffer for it."

"She's not suffering. She's just... she doesn't know. Not knowing never hurt anybody."

"It will hurt her when she finds out," Wilson pointed out.

"She's not going to find out," House argued.

"Yes, she will." The elevator doors opened and House followed after Wilson as they stepped out. In the corridor, his friend faced back to him. "Because if you don't tell her, I will."

House's face grew incredulous with a sudden drop of dread in his gut as he stared at Wilson, who gave an awkward but unapologetic shrug. If Cuddy had threatened him with such a thing, he would have been able to shake it off because he knew she wouldn't really contact them against his will. Wilson, on the other hand, had his parents' phone number and had in the past informed them of things on his behalf, both for and against his will.

He continued to stare after Wilson, his stomach knotting up in dread, as Wilson turned away and headed back to Cuddy's room.

[identity profile] 2009-09-28 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
Surely Wilson wouldn't, House tried to reason to himself. Surely Wilson wouldn't phone his parents and drop that huge of a bomb on them. He rubbed his forehead and watched as Wilson slipped inside Cuddy's room, imagining the kind of conversation he was probably raising with her right now. Either he'd go in and pretend nothing had just been discussed. Or he'd go in there and make some kind of announcement that he was calling Blythe and John with some news. Or he'd go in there and start trying to manipulate Cuddy into manipulating him to call his parents himself.

One god damned stress at a time, he thought to himself with a weary sigh. Going to hospital was stressful enough. Getting out of hospital was even more stressful, given what he knew was going to happen within the following few weeks. Witnessing the birth of his child had been off the meter with stressfulness. And now this?

Dropping his arm to his side, he continued towards Cuddy's room slowly and just as he was opening the door he heard the tail-end of the conversation - Cuddy telling Wilson their kid needed him more than his parents right now.

"She's right," House interjected. Wilson looked quickly over his shoulder at him. Shoving aside the unease, guilt and a range of other uncomfortable feelings the confrontation about his parents had stirred, House stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

"This is my kid," he continued, gesturing with a wave of his hand over towards the baby. Then he circled his finger around to include Cuddy and himself. "This is my family. And I'm not going to screw this up. Doing something stupid like phoning my parents on my behalf will screw this up a lot faster if you don't let me do things my way."

"How is your way any better?" Wilson retorted.

House gave a quick shake of his head in mock bafflement. "You really think calling them is the right way to go? Watch me dealing with them way more than with my own kid?"

Wilson set his hands on his hips with a sigh. House... had a point, the stubborn son of a bitch. As did Cuddy. But he also didn't see how holding off on saying anything to Blythe and John was going to go in anyone's favour, either. God, trust House to get himself into a corner like this, where there was no harmless or easy way out. Whichever approach was taken, someone was going to end up seriously hurt.

"You're going to have to tell them at some point," Wilson conceded.

House shrugged, stepping around Cuddy's bed to sit with a slouch on the chair beside it. "Still not getting how any of this is your business."

"I already told you why it's my business."

House lifted a hand and waved a finger between Cuddy and himself. "Two against one. Means you're obliged to shut up. And I'd do it now before you wake up the baby and Cuddy claws your eyes out for it."

[identity profile] 2009-09-28 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
House ignored both Wilson's insistence and Cuddy's reprimanding look. Whatever issue they both tried to make about it now, it was too late. House knew it was too late. Part of him was regretting not telling them sooner, if only for the very reason Wilson had given: it wasn't going to be pretty if or when his parents did find out. And House loved his mother, he really did. He hated hurting her.

But it was too late to dwell on what he should have done, now. Perhaps had he told them sooner, it would have ended in disaster anyway. One thing he knew for sure was that they'd be a lot more involved in his life and as much as he loved his mom, he got annoyed with her fussing if he was around her for too long and he definitely didn't like being anywhere around his dad.

He shoved it as far from his mind as he could, attempting to shove away and all feelings of guilt along with it. He just rolled his eyes at Wilson's departure, annoyed at him for bringing up the subject of parents. Hopefully with him now gone, though, that subject would well and truly drop for good.

As it happened, he'd thought that too soon. He was happy to have Cuddy on his lap and was about to lean in for a kiss as she wrapped her arms around him, when she also pressed the issue. With an impatient click of his tongue and a sigh, he lolled his head away from Cuddy. "Don't you start, too."

He let her kiss him and he let her rest her head against his but he wished she'd leave the topic alone. "Is this really what you want to talk about right now?" he countered. He gave her a pointed look to go along with it. She had to know that pushing the issue on this was only going to end in an argument, which was something he didn't want to get into.

He settled an arm across her lap and gave her thigh a few firm pats. "Talk about something else. Talk about the baby. Talk about how much you're bleeding. Talk about... whatever." He patted her thigh another couple of times. "It's been a long night. It's been a long month. I'd prefer to enjoy this than get into a fight."

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