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A/N:OK, so here's hoping more people review. Thank you to the two of you who did though. You rock my socks.
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House and Wilson were sitting in House's backyard, watching Amelia climb on her little jungle gym. "Daddy! Daddy, Uncle Jimmy, watch me!" she yelled, sliding down the slide.
"Good job, kid." House called. He'd never gotten into the enthusiastic style of parenting Wilson wanted him to.
As if on cue, Wilson nudged him and said, "Maybe you ought to be more enthusiastic, House. You know, that's probably the most important thing she's done today."
"Dude. Seriously. Go home to your fiancée and have sex. Because if what you're worrying about is my amount of enthusiasm at my 3 year old sliding—"
"Or lack thereof…"
"down the slide, then you REALLY need to get some." House said.
"Actually, I kind of wanted to talk to you about that." Wilson said, rubbing his hands together. Amelia jumped up and down on the mini trampoline House had bought her for Christmas.
"You wanted to talk to me about how often you and Sara are doing the nasty?"
Wilson rolled his eyes. "No. And lower your voice. Do you not care if your three year old picks up language like that?" Wilson saw the look on House's face and said, "I guess that's a no. Anyways, look. Sara has no little girls on her side of the family, and well, neither do I. Except my brother Andy's daughter, but she's a brat. My point is, would Amelia like to be the flower girl at me and Sara's wedding?"
House looked at his little girl, who, somehow, and turned out so unlike him. "Sure. I don't care. As long as she wants to, it's fine with me. Hey, shorty!" He called to her. "Come here."
She bounded up to the two of them like an eager puppy and said, "What, Daddy?" She climbed up on his lap and he winced at the extra pain she brought to his bad leg.
"Uncle Jimmy wants to know if you'll be the flower girl at his wedding. You want to?"
"YES!" She screamed eagerly, dropping off of House's leg and hugging Wilson hard. "What's a flower girl, Uncle James?" She looked up at him with her pretty blue eyes, something she had inherited from House.
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"How do you like this one, Greg?" Sara asked, leading Amelia out of the dressing room by the hand.
"Yeah. How do you like this one, Daddy?" She asked, twirling around. Sara beamed at her. She hoped to one day have a little girl as beautiful and eager as this with Wilson. Then she looked at House, who was concentrating on passing his cane back and forth between his hands. Who was he to get such a wonderful little girl? He didn't appreciate her.
"I told you, whatever's fine, Sara. Doesn't matter to me."
"You've said that about the last 25 dresses, Greg. You must have some opinion." Sara sighed.
"Look, I told you…'" he was cut short by Amelia hopping up on his lap and grabbing his cheeks with her pudgy hands.
"Daddy. Do I look puh-retty in this one?" she asked hopefully, hopping down and twirling around again.
He looked up for the first time and saw his little girl.
"Daddy." She placed her hands on her hips and said. "You're 'plosed to say something."
"Amelia." He grabbed her cheeks with his hands and drew her eyes to his. "You look beautiful." Amelia smiled.
"Really!" Sara said. "Then I suppose you like this one, Greg. We'll take this one." She said to the woman helping out.
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Three months later, House stood next to Wilson at his wedding, watching Amelia walk down the aisle, concentrating hard on dumping only five petals with every step she took, like the woman had said. Her tongue was poking out, like she was thinking hard.
"She's got your level of concentration." Wilson whispered to House. "Look at her. When she wants to get something done…she does it the right way." He grinned.
House smiled. "Yeah, I guess so."
She got to the end of the aisle and found herself with a basket leftover of flowers. She shrugged and dumped them all in a big heap, much to the amusement of the church.
"That's my little girl." House thought to himself.
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