Hey! I forgot to mention that I altered House's and Wilson's ages a bit, so they're both in their mid forties. Of course, House is a tad bit older than Wilson :) Filler chapter. Enjoy!
Baby Emily was born at 10:23 A.M that morning, almost a full 6 hours after Levy popped out. By the time she was born, the snow was shoveled away and the roads were clean. All four adults had purple bags under their eyes and were worn out; but baby Levy had slept through the entire thing. He woke up a few times demanding to be fed, so Laura pumped some milk from Hayley to feed him with.
She had decided that she wouldn't allow Hayley to breastfeed them, because that would create a 'bond' between her and the twins and she might have changed her mind and choose to keep them.
Hayley had pushed for more than 4 hours before Emily decided to show her face. Laura had given the all-clear, and they were all relieved to see that she was healthy and normal.
Now that everything was okay, House and Wilson were sitting in the living room, the two twins sleeping in in front of them. Laura had gone to the bathroom to clean up Hayley and left the two new fathers gazing at the babies.
Their babies.
Wilson couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that the two tiny human beings sleeping in his lap were his. It had to be one of those crazy realistic dreams; but he had pinched himself multiple times already. It was real, everything was real, and now he could go home with his two children.
He watched as House trailed a finger down Emily's face.
"She looks like you," House whispered, gazing at the baby's brown eyes and hair. Emily had opened her eyes and gazed at the two men. Her little brown eyes couldn't focus (that's expected of a newborn) and she slowly moved her hands over her face.
"She does, doesn't she?" Wilson watched as House caressed her little pink hand.
"This is making you a hell of a lot more affectionate, House. As I said before, you're a sap."
"I'm loosing my touch, eh? I'm gonna have to wrestle a bear to get my manliness back," he admitted, chuckling low in his throat. "But no. I'm gonna—I'm gonna change. I'm not going to let them grow up like I did; I'll be a good father, a good person, for once."
Wilson grinned and patted him on the back.
"That's great, House!"
House flicked Wilson's hand away playfully. "Don't get used to this, princess. I'll only be gushy and sappy for the kids. I'll still act like an ass to you."
"That's okay," Wilson said as he rolled his eyes. "I know you love me anyway."
He hugged House from the side, careful of the baby in front of him. The hug was awkward because he held him from the side and not the front of him, and they sat in silence for a while.
"How gayer can this get?" House asked, suppressing a laugh.
"Not more than this," Wilson chuckled, standing up and putting Emily next to her twin.
He padded down the hallway, leaving House in the living room.
"Laura?" he called out.
She came out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
"James, hi! How're you two fathers doing?"
Wilson blushed and answered. "We're fine, thanks. We called the attorney and he's supposed to be meeting us at PPTH in an hour and a half. House wants to take the twins for a check up at the newborn unit over there, and we already put the twins in their car seats."
Laura nodded and clutched the towel in her hands. "That's good, you should take them for a check up. It was a home birth, after all, and I advice my clients to bring the newborns to get checked up after the birth."
She and Wilson walked over to the kitchen.
"How is she?"
"Hayley's doing fine, she's taking a hot bath at the moment. She's starting to produce milk, which is good. I've used the pump to pump some milk into bottles for feeding the babies. You know the drill, we've gone over it; I'll be delivering the breast milk every few days to you. The papers have been signed and everything is arranged."
Wilson heard House move in the next room, and he saw him carefully bring the baby car seats containing the twins to the front door. He already had his coat and shoes on and looked expectantly at Wilson.
"Hayley's body is raging with maternal instincts right now. Her hormones are off the chart, and that's expected of course...this is not her first birth, and I don't want to scare you. But it's not uncommon for the mother to ask for the babies back."
Wilson's heart dropped and his face paled and he waited, as Laura continued.
"Now, I know you're a first time parent and all and this is all new for you. I don't want to scare you. She has already signed the papers and talked to her attorney and she shows no signs of wanting the babies for herself. We'll have to wait for a few weeks. But it'll be best if she didn't see the twins for a few weeks, maybe a month or two. You get me?"
Wilson nodded a bit too fast, and Laura smiled and patted him (a bit too hard, what the hell does this woman eat?!).
He muttered at least a dozen 'thank you's' and hurried off, putting on his coat and shoes. House stood by the door, a car seat containing Levy in his hands. Wilson picked up the bags and slung them over his shoulder and picked up Emily in her car seat.
They opened the door, cold wind hitting them as they shuffled to their car quickly. They strapped the car seats in the back and Wilson hopped in next to them.
"You'll have to drive," he told House. "I'm not leaving them alone in the backseat."
House got in, and dropped his cane in the seat next to him.
"You're right, the mother always sits in the back with her baby."
Wilson rolled his eyes and was about to say something about how he was not a woman, but House didn't give him the time to answer.
He drove through the icy streets with care.
"I fucki—" Wilson gave him a look that would've killed him, if glares could kill. House rolled his eyes and continued. "I mean I freaking hate driving. I would've liked to take my motorcycle a lot better."
"Four people don't fit on a motorcycle. Plus, it's dangerous."
"Yes, mother."
"I'm not a woman. And yes, that reminds me, we haven't picked who'll be 'daddy'. We can't both be 'daddy', it'll confuse them."
House thought for a while and popped the gum he was chewing.
"Yeah, you can be daddy if you want. That word's for sissies."
"How is that for sis—"
"I on the other hand, wouldn't mind being called Greg. Or House. Or captain Gregory House. Or Mister Super—"
"How about papa?" Wilson suggested, interrupting House.
House nearly chocked on his chewing gum. He stopped at a red light and turned around to look at Wilson.
"Look at you, you have that constipated look on your face. Which means you're thinking. Is 'papa' the best you can think of?"
Wilson's face flushed. "Well...yeah. Father sounds too formal. Right?"
"Jesus, Wilson!" House burst into laughter. "Papa sounds like freaking little house on the prairie!"
He watched as House laughed. Wilson's blush deepened, but he smiled internally at House's genuine laugh.
They pulled up to PPTH and House parked the car in his parking space.
As soon as he got out and opened the door to pick up the car seat holding Levy, he spotted some people running towards them.
"No," he said, not believing what he saw.
Wilson glanced at him, busy with unstrapping Emily from her seat.
"Something wrong?"
He pointed at the now visible figures moving towards the car; it was Cuddy and The Ducklings.
They both could hear squealing; who did it come from? Certainly not Park...Cuddy? No. Cutthroat bitch? No, she wouldn't...Chase?
Thirteen started running faster than the rest and it became noticeable that it was her making all that noise.
"Babies!"
TO BE CONTINUED
