Hi! I haven't written Huddy in... ages. This is a story I wrote a few months ago, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own House.
Lisa Cuddy smacked her boyfriend's hand away as he tried to reach into the picnic basket. She slammed the lid shut, catching his finger.
"That's just harsh," House spat, sucking his assaulted finger. "I think you find my pain amusing, which insults me."
"Be insulted, then. You aren't gonna eat all this food before we get to the park."
"But if we wait until we get to the park, all the littler ankle biters will team up and steal it. Kids travel in packs so they can attack the innocent."
Cuddy rolled her eyes and turned down the hall. "Rachel, honey, time to go!" She grabbed a bucket of ice cream from the freezer and placed it in the cooler.
"Can I have some of that?" House asked.
"No."
"Why not? Don't you want me to be happy?" He stuck his bottom lip out and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Having clogged arteries won't make you happy, House." Cuddy picked Rachel up and handed House the basket.
"Rachel, tell your mommy to give me some ice cream," House begged. Rachel's blue eyes lit up with excitement.
"Mommy, ice cream?" she asked. "I want ice cream."
"No, for me, you little demon spawn," House argued, causing her to giggle. He scoffed. "You really are your mother's daughter. You laugh at my misery."
"I spent all day working on this food, and neither one of you are going to touch it yet." Cuddy buckled Rachel into her car seat.
"Then why spend all day cooking if you just want it to sit around and gather ants?" House smirked.
"Icky ants," Rachel added, picking up a baby doll from the seat next to her.
"You heard her. Icky ants." House played with the locks on the door, causing them to click repeatedly in an annoying repetitive rhythm. Cuddy shook her head.
"I swear, I feel like I'm raising two kids."
"I'm happy when I act like a kid. And when I'm happy, Little Greg does a happy dan-" Cuddy cut him off with a glare.
"House, you will not finish that sentence in front of a three year old!" she hissed.
"Fine. Little Greg does a happy dance, and then we have a happy dance in the bed," he whispered under his breath.
"We can do that later." Her answer seemed to satisfy him, for he left the locks alone.
"Are we there yet?"
"Shut up, House."
"Are we there?" Rachel echoed from the backseat.
"Not yet, sweetie."
"Why does she get the 'not yet, sweetie,' when I get told to shut up?" House demanded. "That's age discrimination."
"Call it what you want." Cuddy drove for about ten more minutes before pulling in front of the park. She climbed out of the car and reached into the backseat. "House, can you get Rachel?"
"But she may bite me," he moaned as he balanced her on his hip. She flashed her teeth at him, and he growled at her.
"Grr," she imitated. House made a face as he limped after Cuddy toward a picnic table. Rachel squirmed to get down.
"Rachel, stay in sight," Cuddy warned.
"No!" Rachel shrieked as she ran away at full speed. Cuddy groaned.
"She's starting to act like you," she accused. "She told me this morning she was gonna steal Wilson's wallet and beat Chase."
"Now, why would I do that?" House pulled five dollars out of his pocket. "I'd take the money, not the wallet." He peeked into the basket. "What did you bring me?"
"I made you a Reuben, because I knew you'd whine until you got one. You act like a giant two year old."
"A very sexy two year old," he corrected. Cuddy couldn't help but smirk.
"I can't argue with that, now can I?" She ran her hands down his biceps and kissed him on the lips.
"Help! My girlfriend is molesting me!" he cried, pretending to cry. "So, let me get this straight, I can't talk about what Junior's doing down there, but you can try to bang me in a park?"
"No, I'm just giving you the appetizer before tonight." Cuddy smiled seductively, and House moaned.
"Oh, you kill me, woman! You torture me and Junior so much!" he yelled, grabbing the attention of an older couple passing by. Cuddy blushed as the elderly man and woman stared.
"I'm sorry. He's trying to piss me off," she apologized. The staring couple blinked simultaneously before walking away.
"They walk pretty damn fast to have been born in the BC years, don't you think? Then again, it's not every day you come across a fine hunk of man candy that has a party going on downstairs."
"You always have a party going on downstairs." Cuddy dug through her purse until she found her keys. "You go get the cooler out of the car while I try to find Rachel."
"You, my lady, are a slave driver. You make the poor cripple do everything."
"Would you rather wander through that?" She pointed at the playground. House took the keys from her and limped away.
Cuddy chuckled and made her way toward the slides, where Rachel had been playing two minutes ago. She frowned upon seeing that she wasn't there and turned to face the merry go round. No Rachel.
"Rachel!" she called, turning in a circle. She couldn't see her anywhere. Her maternal instincts took over, and she began to panic. Rachel wasn't near her car, parked less then fifty yards away. Her heart began to pound as she turned the opposite direction and faced the road.
"No!" Cuddy screamed as she heard the sound of tires skidding. Her blood turned into ice, and mere words could never describe her terror. "Rachel!"
The car tried to halt, but it was too late. There was a childlike shriek, followed by a sickening crash that caused her heart to stop.
I know, I'm a terrible person. I have most of chapter two written, so review, my little ducklings!