Thanks to all of you wonderful people, my little brother is actually impressed with me. And that's saying something considering he's thirteen. This was actually going to be a short chapter, a filler chapter of sorts, but I got so many lovely reviews that I went back and doubled the length. So, Enjoy.
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Also, Limaccia pointed out I had a spelling mistake, to which I am very sorry for. Microsoft word is a bitch. Although, I should probably know how to spell the word 'definitely' by now, I am eighteen.
House sat as his piano, playing anything that came to mind. Nearly a moment after Kate had asked to make homemade cupcakes with her mother; Allison had ran out to the grocery store to get the proper ingredients, and what ever other things they had needed from the store. Their cast wearing daughter had both of her parents under her control.
Kate sat on the floor, coloring in one of the four coloring book he and Wilson had bought her that morning. After ranting, yelling, and scaring the people at the daycare center, Wilson and House had did as they had planned and went to the nearest bookstore to get Kate new coloring books. They couldn't decide between the four so they just bought them all.
"Daddy," Kate said. House pulled his attention away from the piano, ready to get anything his daughter wanted. He looked over at her, showing her that she had his attention.
"Will you come color with me?" She asked. House nearly rolled his eyes. What grown man colored anything? But one looked at his daughter and he had his answer. Any man who wanted to make his daughter happy.
House nodded his head and limped over to sit beside Kate, on the floor. He laid next to her, on the soft carpet. Kate placed a coloring book in front of him and he grabbed a blue crayon. She picked a picture of two kids playing in a park and pointed at it.
"You can color that one," She gave him permission.
"Ok," House said before he started coloring. Kate went back to coloring her picture. Two minutes later she started criticizing his work.
"Daddy, you can't color the grass blue!" Kate exclaimed.
"Why not?" House asked as he continued coloring the grass on the picture blue.
"Because, grass is green not blue," Kate explained. House dropped the blue crayon, finished with his task of coloring the grass, and picked up a green crayon. He then started coloring the sky green.
This action had Kate protesting again. "Daddy, the sky is blue not green."
"Why can't it be green?" House asked. "The sky is sometimes pink, red, and purple."
He watched as his daughter tried to come up with a plausible excuse for why the sky couldn't be green. She sighed when she didn't come up with one and continued coloring in her coloring book.
After finishing his picture House looked over it. It looked like something a mental person in the Hospital would have colored, with blue grass, green skies, bright purple trees, and dark blue leaves. He loved it. In fact, House thought it was his best piece of artwork ever.
"Do you think Mommy will hang up our pictures in her office?" House asked Kate. He took a look at her picture, every object was the correct color, and every color was neatly in the lines. It was perfect. She got her perfectionism from her mother.
"Yes, she always does," Kate said.
"Good," House said as he signed his name and date at the corner of the picture. Kate did the same on hers, copying the date off of her father's picture.
Kate stared at House's picture. House noticed this and moved the paper against his chest possessively.
"Mine," He said. Kate smiled at her father's antics before putting on a serious face.
"Daddy," Kate said. House noticed the change in his daughter's facial features and knew this was the time to be serious, because she wanted to have a serious conversation.
"Yes, Princess?"
"I want a little brother," She announced. House's eyes went wide in genuine surprise. Weren't children supposed to be afraid of having another sibling taking away all the attention from themselves?
"Why?" House asked.
"Because, I just do," She said. House looked down at his picture he had colored. A girl and a younger boy were playing tag in the park. House showed the picture to Kate.
"Is this why?" He asked. Kate nodded her head.
"I want someone to play with," Kate said.
"Are Mommy and I getting boring?"
"No," She shook her head. "I just want someone little, like me, to play with."
House nodded his head at this. When he was young he had always wanted someone his age he could play with. Sure he had friends, put he never had a sibling to fight over the bathroom sink.
"You want a brother or sister," House repeated, just to make sure he was clear.
"No, Daddy. I want a brother," Kate said.
"No, sister?" He asked curiously.
"No, I'm your only princess," She said told him firmly. House smiled and nearly laughed. She would be his only princess. She was his first born. She changed his life.
"Well, Mommy and I are working on it," House said truthfully.
"Good," She said.
And that was the end of the conversation.
When Allison came home, Kate and House were sitting on the couch watching 'Beauty and the Beast'. Well, House was watching it; Kate had fallen asleep twenty minutes into the movie. House hadn't turned it off because Kate lay on top of him, and he couldn't reach the remote with out waking her up.
"Enjoying your movie?" Allison asked, as she walked past the couch, with a couple of bags of groceries, and into the kitchen.
"Best movie I've ever seen," House said. "I could watch it a thousand times. Oh, wait, I've already watched it a thousand times."
"It's her favorite movie. I love it," Allison called out to the living room from the kitchen, where she was putting the groceries away.
"You would," House grumbled as he continued watching the T.V.
"Heard that," Allison said.
"Good."
Allison walked into the room with the pictures House and Kate had drawn earlier in her hands.
"I see you two had fun," Allison said.
"See how much I love you? I color you pictures and everything," House smirked.
"You're such a romantic," Allison said, as she studied the paper in front of her. "I love your use of colors."
"Thanks, I think I took the picture to a whole different level with the color schemes I used," House told her, his eyes never leaving the T.V.
"That you did," Allison laughed. She then turned and watched the T.V. with him.
"I could totally see you as Belle," House said, after a moment of silence.
"Really?" Allison asked.
"Yup, following in love with a Beast and turning him into a human," House faked a thoughtful look. "Oh, wait, you already did that."
Allison smiled softly. "Did I?"
He looked over at her a serious look on his face. "You did." Pushing past the serious moment he joked, "Plus, Belle is a total babe."
Allison laughed at this. They continued watching the movie until the end. As the ending credits played, House spoke again.
"I guess there's a reason Kate like's this movie so much," He mumbled.
"You mean because it oddly portrays the beginning of our relationship?" Allison asked.
"Except for the singing."
"I don't know, Wilson was so happy that we were together he came to work singing nearly everyday for a month."
"Wilson is so fruity."
Kate was tucked into her bed, sleeping soundly. All of the lights were off, and all was quiet in the House residence. House and Allison lay on their bed; Allison curled up into Houses side, House rubbing his hand up and down her side. Both were wide awake, having just gotten into bed five minutes earlier. This was a time they could both relax. It was also a time when House decided to bring up important conversations. Allison believed he did this because she didn't think as much when she was cuddled under the covers, and close to sleep. And tonight, he had something to say.
"She wants a brother," House said.
"Good," Allison said.
"She doesn't want a sister," House explained.
"Oh," Allison said.
"She said she was my only princess. What if we finally knocked you up again and it was a girl?" House asked. "Do you think she'd hate us?"
"She wouldn't hate us, Greg. She would just need a little time to adjust to having a little sister. And she would adjust, Greg."
House sighed and put his hand on to of her stomach. Sure there was no baby in there now, but he hoped there would be one soon. Allison put her hand on top of his.
"It'll happen," Allison said. House sighed, he wasn't so sure. "We're both healthy, and I don't want to hear a thing about how old you are."
"Yes, Dear," He said. She always did that. She always read his thoughts. Silence filled the room.
"I want a boy," House said. Allison patted his hand.
"I do too, but I'll be happy with what ever I can get," Allison whispered. She as getting tired now and House noticed this.
"Go to sleep, Allison," House told her with a smile.
"You're done talking?" She asked.
"For now, when you fall asleep I'll start asking you questions again. You don't know how many things you've agreed to do for me when you were sleeping," House said with a smirk.
Allison's eyes went wide. "I sleep talk?"
House nodded his head. "Don't worry it's nothing embarrassing. You just mutter a couple of things like 'Greg is a sex god', 'Greg is a King', and 'I need to get Greg a Reuben'."
Allison turned her head into the pillow embarrassingly and moaned. House chuckled and rolled her on top of him. She didn't meet his eyes, and stared at his chest.
"Hey, I was kidding," He said.
"Really?" She asked, as she made eye contact.
"Well, I do recall a time when you mumbled 'I need to get Greg a Reuben'. But other then that…." He trailed off. "The fact that you thought you would actually say those things in your sleep, is very flattering though."
"Well," Allison said. "I couldn't be to sure, because you are a sex god and you are my King."
House smirked. "Still tired?"
"No," Allison smiled.
"Good," House said, before kissing her hard on the mouth.