It's that time of year again when two assholes get together and write badfic. This is just a joke because we think we're funny. This year, we decided to tackle the House/Cuddy/family subject. Enjoy.


Hugh John Cuddy-House was born at six twenty five in the morning. The moment Greg saw his little boy wrapped in blue swaddling clothes in the arms of his most beloved, he felt a change come over him.

"What should we name him?" Lisa asked, her big huge blue eyes shining with tears.

"You name him," Greg replied. "You did all the work."

"How about Hugh?" Lisa suggested. "And John... for your Dad?"

Greg opened his mouth to object, but suddenly his son's hand reached out and grabbed his pinkie, clutching it in a delicate, yet strong grasp. In that moment, so many things he had not realized before came so clear—about life, beginnings, and fatherhood.

His eyes filling with tears, all he could manage was a single whispered, "yes."

"Hugh John Cuddy-House." She stared down at the little bundle of joy. "Sounds perfect."

FIVE YEARS LATER

The little boy with her dark curls, his brilliant blue eyes, her great aristocratic nose, his striking jaw, her impeccable earlobes, his chiseled eyebrows, their combined ability to be amazing at sports, his uncanny musical prowess, their genius in all subject matter, her stubborness to never give up, and all the other positive traits and characteristics that made this child perfect.

FIVE YEARS LATER

Greg was never more proud in his life. His beautiful son, his reason for living, stood before him.

"Well, a congratulations is in order," Greg said.

"Thanks, Dad," Hugh replied. "I am so happy you're here in my life. You are the best dad a kid could ever ask for."

Lisa, eight months pregnant, walked into the kitchen where her two best men sat. Greg stood from his place at the table, caneless, now that his leg felt so much better since he had joined the parenthood. He didn't even need his awful addiction anymore. He had been made whole physically and emotionally.

He offered his seat to his wife and she smiled up at him.

"And how are our little triplets doing today?" Greg asked as he patted Lisa's enormous stomach, though the rest of her body was fit and tight as ever despite that she was nearing her fifties and preggers.

"Jennifer, Omar, and Jesse are doing wonderful today," Lisa told him. "They're all kicking. I bet they'll all be lacrosse players."

"Mom, can I be a lacrosse player?" Hugh asked.

"No, sorry, kiddo, you're off to med school," Lisa said to her loving son. "You're just thriving, like your old man."

"Hey, I'm not that old," Greg replied, "And you're getting old too." he added jokingly. "And now it's time to get Hugh to his graduation. Youngest person ever to enter medical school."

"I am so proud of you, honey." Lisa said to her son. "Go get ready and we'll leave in ten."

Hugh took off out of the room and ran to his bedroom, where he had a piano and two guitars awaiting him.

Lisa stood from the table and wrapped her arms around her changed husband. Greg hugged her tightly and kissed her on the head.

"I love you so much," he said.

"I love you, too," she replied. "Thank you for becoming the man I always knew you could be."

"Thank you for never giving up."

And they lived happily ever after.