Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone from House, M.D. They belong to FOX, and I am INSANELY jealous. )

A/N: I thought this was an insanely adorable topic. To see how House would respond to those tricky little girl issues of raising a daughter…I myself am not a mom, being only 16, but I'm assuming it would be awkward for someone like House to raise a daughter with all of our tricky moments. Girls, you know what I'm talking about. ) Anyways, let me know if it sucks. The breaks are HouseHouseHouse. Oh, and it takes place after his girlfriend's death. R&R please! )

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Gregory House stood down the aisle of, apparently, tiny little pink things little girls played with. Everything was all tiny dolls with tiny shoes, frilly things, ballet slippers, and mini cars for a doll that was nicer than anything he'd ever owned. He felt overwhelmed.

He let out a big sigh of frustration. "I'm not ready for this. I can't do this! What am I doing here?" He grasped his cane and turned to leave the aisle, but instead turned back around. Amelia's birthday was tomorrow, her first birthday, and he had nothing for her.

He was emotionally overwhelmed right now. He had been with his girlfriend, Sarah, for two years. They'd had a child together, although Amelia was what you might call a surprise. He'd cared very deeply for her, more deeply for her than he'd felt for anyone in a long time.

Which was why his heart had broken in two when the cops showed up at their apartment, saying Sarah had been killed by a drunk driver.

That was two months ago, and all he had left was his baby girl, Amelia. Who was turning one tomorrow. And he had to go shopping for her.

Sarah had taken care of all this before. She had picked out all of the frilly little outfits, all the toys, all the everything, and now he had to do it.

He had no idea. Too bad it wasn't Amelia's 11th birthday instead of her first. He could have gotten her a gift card and called it a day.

To an outsider, he looked like a concerned father trying to pick out the perfect gift for his little girl. But to someone like Wilson, he looked like someone completely frustrated and out of options.

Wilson had called House at his apartment to see if he could come over, when he got the babysitter.

"I think he went to the store to go shopping for Amelia's birthday tomorrow…" said the absent minded teenager. She was 15 and lived next door to House. Why she'd associated with him, Wilson didn't know…

Anyways, Wilson had gone to the store to help. He knew this would be an incredibly emotionally trying time, and he would need all the help he could get.

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It was like House blinked and Wilson was there. He jumped. "What the hell?" he cursed, which sent a mother and her four year old out of the aisle, the mother shooting House a dirty look.

"Figured you might need some help." Wilson looked hopeful.

"I guess I'm lucky you eat neediness…" House muttered, then held up a stuffed elephant and a stuffed tiger. "This one or this one?"

It was kind of cute. They spent a half hour over the elephant vs. tiger debate, finally settling on the tiger, before moving onto dolls.

They spent another three hours there, amazingly, in the same aisle. He got her dolls, stuffed animals, and a doll house. Not to mention some expensive, complicated-looking baby electronics. He spent a few hundred dollars and made his way back home with Wilson.

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They both walked into the apartment. The zitty 15 year old held out her hand and said, "30 dollars."

House rolled his eyes and slapped the money into her hand. She pointed at the play pen to indicate where Amelia was, and flounced out.

"Bye, Little Miss Attitude." Wilson said as soon as the door was shut.

"If Amelia's that bad when she's 15, I'll have to kill her."

Wilson laughed and nodded. "I guess you better get to wrapping all these presents…" he said hello to Amelia and then excused himself.

House walked over to the play pen and extracted the baby. Singing softly to her, he rocked in the rocking chair in the corner. She coo-ed happily and laid her head down on his chest.

Then, as she softly slipped into sleep, he whispered, "I love you, Amelia. Happy early birthday."

Then, softly, he heard, "Da-da." Her first word.

It warmed his heart and made him sad at the same time. Sarah would have been ecstatic. She'd have been running around the apartment looking for the baby book and telling Amelia how smart she was over and over. He looked down at the sleeping baby.

All he could do was nod sadly and stroke her soft brown hair. And rock her gently some more.

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A/N: So, what do you think? R&R please! Expect a party and a wedding in the next couple chap's…that is, if you like it!