"I don't think Wilson held out any great hope," Cuddy said when House claimed the coffee all for himself. "He knows how you feel about sharing."
Having emptied the tote bag and set everything in neat little piles on his bed, she was struck by how little it was. Just a pile of insignificant stuff--soap, magazines, coffee. She felt like she should've brought more, or brought something special. She wished she could've brought something that would cheer him up, make him feel a little less isolated. She truly didn't have much say in it, though. The hospital had strict guidelines about what personal items the patients were allowed to have. Cuddy understood why that way but it didn't stop her from wishing it were otherwise.
"Why's that?" she asked, leaning over to look at the sonogram again. "You see horns somewhere? Or maybe '666' tattooed on his scalp?" She pushed the empty tote bag aside and took a seat on the bed next to him. Detecting any family resemblance would have to wait until after the baby was born. All the sonogram showed was that he or she was normal--all the right parts in all the right places. That was enough for now but she was definitely getting anxious to meet Junior face to face.
"I don't know who Junior looks like but he definitely takes after you. This kid's a real night owl." That was meaningless, of course. Babies had no concept of night or day. In the womb it was always dark and warm and relatively quiet. Junior did have a real talent for getting active just as she wanted to sleep, though.
She reached over and set her hand on his thigh. "So, how are you feeling?"
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Having emptied the tote bag and set everything in neat little piles on his bed, she was struck by how little it was. Just a pile of insignificant stuff--soap, magazines, coffee. She felt like she should've brought more, or brought something special. She wished she could've brought something that would cheer him up, make him feel a little less isolated. She truly didn't have much say in it, though. The hospital had strict guidelines about what personal items the patients were allowed to have. Cuddy understood why that way but it didn't stop her from wishing it were otherwise.
"Why's that?" she asked, leaning over to look at the sonogram again. "You see horns somewhere? Or maybe '666' tattooed on his scalp?" She pushed the empty tote bag aside and took a seat on the bed next to him. Detecting any family resemblance would have to wait until after the baby was born. All the sonogram showed was that he or she was normal--all the right parts in all the right places. That was enough for now but she was definitely getting anxious to meet Junior face to face.
"I don't know who Junior looks like but he definitely takes after you. This kid's a real night owl." That was meaningless, of course. Babies had no concept of night or day. In the womb it was always dark and warm and relatively quiet. Junior did have a real talent for getting active just as she wanted to sleep, though.
She reached over and set her hand on his thigh. "So, how are you feeling?"