Disclaimer: Do you think I'd be writing fanfiction if I owned House?

A/N: Thank you for reading this story. I started it so long ago, but people seem to keep finding it, which love. This is the end, for now-- who knows there may be a sequel.

The deed was done, his daughter was now a married woman. He watched in slow motion as Jake and Abigail made their entrance into the ballroom, to the dance floor for their first dance; camera's flashing and people cheering.

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"We should be there in a few-- I thought you were saving us seats-- okay, I love you too. Bye." House slipped his mobile phone back into the middle console and sighed.

"Nervous?" Lisa asked.

"No."

"Sad?" House didn't answer. "Me too." She reached for his hand.

"I should be happy."

"You are. You can be happy and sad, Greg."

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"Mom, Dad, over here!" Abigail stood on tip-toes waving. "I got the seats!"

"The parking lot is a mess." House said, leaning down to give her cheek a kiss.

"Tell me about it. I moved out last week so I lost my parking pass and had to park in the freshman lot! Hey, Mom."

"Hi Sweetie."

"Look, I need to go line up, but I didn't want to leave these unattended."

"Definitely great seats."

"I know. I had to fist fight someone for them though." House rolled his eyes. "Just kidding. Okay, see you after," she blew them a kiss.

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"Jenna Renae Hansen, Kyle Andrew Hains, Fredrick High…" House's minded wondered off as the announcer called student to the stage. He could see Abigail just a few people back whispering to a male friend; he said something that made her both laugh and blush, then swat his arm. The "friend" responded by giving her neck a tickle, and then-- to the surprise of House, a kiss. When did this happen?

House couldn't remember her ever mentioning a boyfriend and she hadn't had one since she and Michael had broken up shortly before they started university. Michael got into a school on the west coast and Abigail said it would easier for them to not have to worry. House knew it had broken both of their hearts to end their relationship, so his curiosity peaked for this kid who had apparently captured her attention.

"Who is that?" he asked his wife.

"That must be Jake."

"There's a Jake?"

"Abigail mentioned something about it at Christmas, but she didn't seem to serious about it."

"Well, he's sucking her neck now, so I'm guessing it's pretty serious."

"Greg," she swatted him.

"Hurmp," he mumbled, "now I know where she gets that from."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Look, she's next!"

"Abigail Marie House," her name resounded over the loudspeaker. Abigail walked gingerly up the stairs and across to the dean. Taking her diploma in one hand, she shook his hand and posed for the picture she knew her mother was taking. Cautiously she walked to the steps taking Jake's extended hand to steady herself.

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"Mom, Dad, this is Jake Hours; Jake this is Lisa and Greg House."

"Dr. House, it's an honor, Sir." He shook House's hand, then Cuddy's.

Jake Hours reminded House of Chase when he was younger; tall, boyish, and floppy sand-blonde hair.

Sir? House thought. Kiss ass. His thoughts stopped when his daughter's eyes caught hers, filled with warning.

"Jake is a 2nd year medical student."

"What's your specialty?" House asked.

"Neurology. I'm taking some classes with Professor Forman right now. I believe he was one of your fellows."

"--More like a duckling," Abigail interjected.

"Jake!" a high pitched squeal called out. Jake twelve year old sister nearly ran into him. "We've been looking all over for you!"

"Erin, you remember Abigail--"

"Hey."

"And this is Dr. Lisa House and Dr. Gregory House."

"Hi," she paused. "Come on! We're all waiting."

"I'm sorry, my family is summoning me. It was really nice to meet you both." He shook both their hands. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," Abigail confirmed. He kissed her on the cheek before allowing himself to be pulled away by Erin.

"So," said House.

"It just started a few weeks ago. I mean, we've been friends for ages, but nothing really happened until then. The only reason I know Erin is because she came up last week with her parents to help his move apartments."

"He seems nice enough, I guess."

"Daddy."

"What-y?"

"Mom, make him stop."

"Greg."

"I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure what was happening yet."

"Now?"

"I have great hope for our future."

"Do you?

"Yes, I do."