Ch. 2

After about an hour persuading his children that the world wouldn't hear the world go 'KABOOM' just because they sat still, House was able to dry them and seated them on the couch. He fell back on the couch with them, completely drained out. He eyed the clock. It was ONLY 8 in the morning. "Oh my God, this is going to be a long day." He muttered under his breath. He closed his eyes for a little respite. However, Sammy thought differently.

"DADDY! Tell Jason and me howta make the world go KAPLOOWIE!" She jumped on top of House's stomach, making House wince. Jason climbed aboard and sat next to his daddy.

"Yeah, daddy. Tell us. If it won't go BOOM when we was sitted, how will it?"

House sighed, terribly irritated. Lifting his daughter off of his stomach, he began to talk.

"There are these things called nuclear bombs. If you set one off accidentally, the whole world will be annihilated."

Both children gasped, eyes round. House, satisfied, leaned back into the chair. Not 5 seconds later, he felt tiny hands peel his eyelids open. Oh how House wanted to yell.

"Daddy? What's Nukie Ear and An ant hill?"

House couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. Lisa was absolutely going to love him for this. "Well, that's another question for mommy, isn't it, Sam?"

"Yeahhh." The youngster replied. "Da-"

"Sam." House said. "Look!" He had turned the T.V. on and some nature program was on. Sam absolutely loved those.

"Oooo" cooed Sammy. Jason was already on the floor making Vroom Vroom noises with his toy truck. With both kids at least mildly entertained, House leaned back and closed his eyes.

About an hour later, he could feel two sets of hands prodding him. House put his hands over his face and muttered, "What now?"

Two very curious voices replied. "Daddy? How are babies made?"

House slid his hands away from his face. His blue eyes settled on each of theirs. He leaned in very slowly, and Sammy and Jason were immediately entranced. They leaned forward too.

"Sammy. Jason. How babies are made is a very big secre-"

"But daddy, " whined Sammy, "If it's all secret, why do they show it on telebision? Me and Jason saw the birdies…"

House smirked. "Because, Sammy. It's DIFFERENT with people." All of a sudden, the smirk slid of his face. "Didn't Uncle Jimmy already tell you, Jason?"

Jason shook his head, "No, daddy. Uncle Jimmy said that I should ask you."

He rolled his eyes and made a mental note to whack Wilson. However, he really had no idea how to explain this to his children. If he told them the stork version, they'd be completely confused and possibly upset; he didn't want a raging Lisa Cuddy in his hands either. He settled for the only one he could think of.

"Well, you see, " He held up his left hand. "Pretend daddy's left hand is a bee." He held up his right. "And pretend daddy's right hand is a bird…"

Sammy giggled. "Daddy! What's that got to do with where babies come from?"

House arched his eyebrows. "Everything." 30 minutes later with a little bit of hints here and there, House was satisfied, but his children were still confused. As House got up to take some Vicodin, he swore he could have heard Jason tell Sammy. "We'll ask mommy when she gets home."

House smirked.