~The first few weeks~

The first few weeks with the twins were the hardest weeks of Wilson's and House's life.

Magazines, cups, and documents on the living room table were replaced with bibs, bottles and toys.

Wilson's clean and roomy bathroom now contained a changing table. Drawers overflowed with diapers and baby clothes instead of the usual dress shirts and ties. The fridge displayed bottles of milk and formula, and pushed the leftover Chinese food and House's home cooking to the back.

To be honest, it was one of the happiest moment of both House and Wilson's lives.

Of course, like every new parent, they had to adjust to their new lifestyles. The babies kept them up for most of the night, demanding to be fed and changed. Cuddy had given both of them weeks off from work (which was, by the way, very nice of her and quite unlike her usual ways).

The babies woke up every few hours, causing Wilson to stumble down the hall into the nursery to soothe the crying child. Usually it was baby Levy causing a ruckus and waking his little sister up. Wilson then had to warm up the milk and feed them, or bring them to the bathroom for a fresh change of clothes and diapers.

This went on for 3 or 4 times every night; until one day, Wilson had enough and decided he couldn't run back and forth down the hall.

It was an unusually warm Tuesday night, and around 12 A.M, the two men heard the piercing cries of a baby. House sighed in his sleep and rolled over to poke Wilson.

"Jimmy, the baby's crying."

"Hmm...n...no, I don't want potatoes..."

House shook Wilson harder. "Wilson, snap out of it. You're dreaming."

The now grumbling man rolled over. "Hmm...Whah?"

"It's Emily this time, I can hear her cry."

Her stood up and padded down the hallway, running a tired hand through his hair and following the cries of the baby. He entered the nursery and approached Emily's crib.

"Hey honey," he murmured, picking up the squirming baby. "What's wrong?"

Baby Emily stopped her fussing and opened her brown eyes. Wilson checked her diaper and found her clean and dry, and tried feeding her, only to see that she refused the milk.

"You're sneaky. You aren't hungry at all." Wilson put her against his chest, her little head fitting in the crook of his neck perfectly. He went over to Levy's crib, the baby boy not disturbed by his sister's cries at all, and picked him up.

He walked back to his bedroom and noticed House sitting up against the headboard of the bed.

"Whatcha got there?" House asked, smiling.

"Grocery shopping."

He handed House Emily and went back to bed himself, putting Levy on his chest.

"She was fussy and didn't want to go back to sleep...so, I figured they'll be okay here."

House nodded in agreement and put Emily on his chest as well. She was already going back to sleep, her hands curled near her face and her chest heaving up and down every time she took a breath.

"Think we'll be able to sleep like this?"

"Well, yeah," House answered, fixing his pillow and planning to go back to sleep. "I mean, I will. So will Em. I don't know about you or Levy; you roll around a lot in your sleep."

Wilson huffed. "I do not,"

"You do. You can go to sleep facing me and end up with one leg in my face and your head hanging over the bed frame. Better not drop Levy."

Wilson paled, and then reached over to turn off the bedside lamp. "I'm going back to sleep, goodnight."

"Good night."

Thankfully, both Wilson and House had managed to sleep without moving at all for the remainder of the night. The babies had not woken up again and all four of them had slept peacefully.

House had woken up before Wilson, Emily wrapped up in his arms and still sleeping. He stood up and went to the nursery and put her back in her crib.

She woke up instantly and fussed, her eyes fixed on House's face and her legs kicking.

"Hey hey hey," House whispered, picking her up again. "You were sleeping just fine a second ago, why are you crying now? Don't wake up Wilson."

The baby looked at him with interest, and House walked to the living room and sat down on the couch. He put Em in his lap and trailed a finger down her cheek (which had become a habit of his).

"Well," he started, looking at the time (which read 8:40 A.M). "We have time before that lazy old guy wakes up. So how about a story?"

House waited for an answer and chuckled when he realized he wouldn't be getting one.

"It's crazy, isn't it?" he asked to no one in particular. "I'm speaking to you. A baby. You probably can't understand a word I'm saying. But if you are, listen up, Em."

Emily gazed at her father and gurgled.

"Well. Once upon a time, there was a guy. Yeah. And his name was...uh, Gregory. And he was very very sad."

He waited and listened, listened the the silence that engulfed him and he was oddly comforted by it.

"One day, Gregory hurt himself very bad. And then he became very mean to everyone he knew, because his leg hurt very much. He didn't have lots of friends to talk to and he got the lonely-sickness. The only thing that made him happy was another man, whose name was James. Now, James and Gregory were friends for a long long time, even though sometimes Gregory was mean to his friend."

Emily's eyes still searched House's face. She comforted him with her soft baby noises.

"James was married and divorced and had lots of girlfriends. Then one day, Gregory moved in with James for a while. Gregory loved James very much but he was too scared to tell James, because he thought that if he told him, maybe James wouldn't want to be friends anymore. So he hid all his feelings. But Gregory didn't know that James liked him too."

"They grew closer and closer and then one day, James said to Gregory that he liked him very much and Gregory said he did too, very very much...and then, uh, stuff happened."

House chuckled.

"Yeah. Stuff happened. Then Gregory and James lived together and were very happy and Gregory stopped being so mean. Well. Not really, but a little. He had surgery on his leg to fix it, but it wasn't really fixed. But he got a little better and he stopped using nasty pills. One day, James and Gregory decided they wanted kids, so they went and found a nice lady to give them a baby."

He poked her little nose. "That's your mommy. She was very nice and gave Gregory and James two little babies all to themselves. And those little babies became part of their lives. And that's the end of the story. Well. For now, anyway. The end." He smiled.

"Also, don't think I'm a sap for telling you this story."

Emily gurgled at House. They sat together like this, enjoying each others company.

Wilson had to swallow back tears as he watched the two of them. He didn't want House to know that he had been eavesdropping, so he stayed hidden behind the hallway wall and smiled.

"So," he heard the man murmur. "How about we fix you something to eat, and then we'll wake up Wilson?"

Wilson hurriedly went down the hall and back into his room. Levy was awake and he had started to fuss, so Wilson picked him up and walked back to the kitchen. He faked a yawn.

"Hey House." he greeted him.

House turned around. "Hey sleeping beauty. Finally decided to wake up, huh?"

"Yeah. I'm still tired though. Where's Em?"

"She's on the play-mat, in the living room. You should put Ravioli there." House eyed the baby in Wilson's arms.

"That name's gonna follow him for the rest of his life, thanks to you," Wilson retorted as he walked to the living room to place Levy next to his sister.

"It will, I'll make sure of it. By the way, what do you want on your macadamia pancakes? There's chocolate, banana, syrup..."

"Banana please." Wilson answered as he opened the fridge to take the orange juice out. "How'd you sleep last night?"

"Good for once! Having Levy sleeping next to you must have scared you into sleeping normally," House laughed. "And-"

The phone rang and Wilson put the glass of juice on the table to pick it up.

"Hello?...yes, he's here. Who's speaking?"

Wilson frowned and held the phone out to House. "You know a 'Dr. Williamsburgen"?

House took the phone. "No, I would've remembered if I met someone with such a ridiculous name. Hello?"

Wilson chuckled and went back to fixing breakfast.

"Yes, is this Doctor Gregory House?" the voice on the phone asked.

"Speaking."

"This is Dr. Williamsburgen from the cardiovascular unit at PPTH. Are you the legal guardian of Emily May Wilson?"

House paled and barely stuttered out a 'yes'.

"I'd like you to please bring in Emily for a little checkup with me, Dr. House. We've found something that wasn't normal in her EKG, back when she was brought to PPTH for a regular checkup. I'd like to follow through with this, it'll be very important for you to bring her. As soon as possible would be best. Is Thursday morning good for you and your-uh, partner?"

"Y-yes, that's fine. We'll be there, thanks."

House hung up and sat down on the chair. Wilson glanced at his pale face and frowned.

"You okay?"

The older man shook his head and looked at his partner. "No. We have to bring in Emily for a checkup at PPTH, Thursday. It's important."

"Is she okay?!" Wilson sat next to House.

"I don't know. I-I don't know. That wasn't the newborn center, that was the cardiovascular unit. Something's wrong."

TO BE CONTINUED! DO NOT BE AFRAID MY DARLINGS I WILL NOT KILL OFF ANYONE I AM NOT MEAN PLS LOVE ME