Titled: Four Brothers VII
Author: wheretobe
Rating: PG
Summary: The story of four Sons
Authors note: R&R highly appreciated. This is a very AU story and just a try and see if I could pull it off.
Pairing: Huddy
Disclaimer: I don't own House or its characters Fox does tho, I just used them shamelessly for this snippet.
Christopher James House
What she found though, wasn't what she had hoped for. House and Chris were sprawled on the couch. Christopher only in diapers and House only in Jeans, the boy clutched to his chest protectively.
In diapers only, the boy could freeze to death, was her only thought. Close to freak out she woke House, hissing his name.
'Wha...What? Cuddy...what are you doing here?'
'Saving my son from freezing to dead, apparently!'
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'He's not freezing, little Cuddy has a fever. Do you really think I am that incompetent?'
House rolled his eyes towards Cuddy and then stood slowly with Chris, making sure he didn't wake the baby boy. Walking to his bed he dressed him in a light night jumper and then put him to bed, pulling the blanket over him softly.
From the doorway he was watched intently.
'I just wanted him to cool down a little.'
House mumbled while grabbing his cane from the baby bed and shooting one last look down to the sleeping child. He then walked towards her staring her down and daring her to say something.
'How is he now?'
'Better, I'm betting on a tooth together with a slight cold, he has no cough and no red throat. So...care to tell me why you weaseled out early from the Donor meeting?'
Shrugging she turned and walked to the living room, starting to pick things up from the ground and putting them back in the respective places while House flopped down on the couch and rolled his eyes at her behavior. She picked up another toy and looked at it curiously. It was none of the things she had bought Chris, it was a train made of wood and as she looked around she found some more wood toys. They looked old, the color faded and the edges rounded, some bite marks here and there.
'House, whom do those toys belong to?'
He twisted his head and looked at what she held then shrugged.
'They used to be mine, far better than all that plastic stuff.'
That was true, she had to give him that. She herself had grown up with such toys and was angry she hadn't kept much of it. Once she finished cleaning some of the mess she sat down next to him, feeling a little flustered by his state of undress but putting it of to the cleaning.
House yawned and then looked at the clock, midnight already. He felt drained by the day and was looking forward to going to bed.
'Don't tell me you want to pack everything up now and then leave. I needed the whole day to get him to sleep.'
Her head was laid back on the back of his couch and she started pulling her shoes off, shaking her head.
'Hell no. I'm dead tired. If I drive now it would only end badly. Might it be possible for me to stay over?'
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He had refused to offer her the bed and she hadn't thought about arguing with him. So she found herself on his couch, tossing and turning while the guys were softly snoring away in the bedroom, the doors to it open if Christopher would Cry. House had told her that since she was back she could take care of him again.
Two hours later and Lisa was still awake, not able to find a comfortable position on the couch, groaning she swung her legs of the couch and sat, knowing that if she wouldn't sleep soon she would nap all Sunday.
Whatever had possessed her that night, she wasn't sure, but had made her way to the bedroom anyways. His bed was insanely huge for someone who lived alone and over half of it wasn't occupied by his lanky frame, so as quietly as humanly possible she slipped under the soft and warm covers and turned so she could watch Chris.
Once Cuddy's breathing became even House turned and looked at her wondering why he didn't feel repulsed. On the contrary this weekend had felt all to normal too him. Shaking his head he punched the his pillow into form and grumbled. It was that child's fault. Christopher made him soft.
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He had known that Mama liked Papa, how could she not? He thought that he was great and after all that mattered a lot he had learned. He woke up like usual and gazed at his mobile for a while before examining his feet, daily routines were important, Mom said. Briefly he thought of the previous day and frowned, still unsure what had made him feel so sick. Then he gazed at his feet again, he was sure that his feet would be walking soon, like the adults did. He really wanted to walk and be as fast as Mama or Dad, though Dad wasn't as fast as others. Chris had seen that one of his legs wasn't really walking, and whenever he attempted to touch it and examine it like he did with his legs, Dad had pushed his hands away telling him no. Maybe it was just stuck. His toy car's round thingy's sometimes stuck and then the car couldn't be pushed. Maybe Mommy should repair Dada's leg too, she was good with his cars as well.
His concentration was broken when he looked up towards the bed to make himself known, after all he was a little bored. He could barely see anything from the ground so he stood in his bed and looked curiously at Dada and found Mama in bed too. Again he wondered why she shook her head whenever he called the House guy Dada, well maybe Mommy was ashamed because she couldn't sleep alone and didn't want him to know. Christopher was really proud he could sleep alone at night.
Something on the bed moved and Chris squealed, he really needed a change now and he would feel relieved if he could crawl around a little without being surrounded by the bed. As Dada suddenly stood before him he smiled upwards happily and reached his arms out waiting patiently to be picked up.
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The sun was streaming through the half closed blinds of the bedroom and threw light beams into the room, tickling her nose and waking her slowly. Before she opened her eyes Lisa tried to force herself back into slumber, but then she smelled fresh Croissants and heard animated child babbling. Cuddy smiled and stretched. She had dreamed something similar that night and thought that maybe sometimes don't have to end.
Before walking towards the kitchen there came a detour to the bathroom for brushing teeth and washing her face but the Lisa felt freshened up enough to walk into the kitchen.
Christopher sat on the counter before House and drunk from his bottle, while House read through some medical journal, telling Chris about the new techniques with Heart attack patients. The Boy however was more interested in the brown paper back on the other side of the Island counter, trying to crawl over it from time to time and always being stopped by a simple no from House.
She felt like an intruder all of a sudden, watching her son and House interact as if they had never done anything else. Stepping forward she smiled and then leaned down to kiss Christopher's cheek, his hands immediately reaching out for her.
'Good morning Chris.'
Lisa cuddled him close and smiled at him, receiving a toothy smile in return.
'Aww what's with me? Isn't Greg deserving of a kiss too? After all I didn't push you out of bed when I found you had sneaked into it.'
Usually Lisa would've felt the eye roll coming, this time however she leaned down, against better knowledge, and kissed him on his scruffy cheek.
Christopher had known it! Mama did like the House guy and with a happy squeal he declared House loudly Dada, none of them saying no or shaking their head this time.
Ok another chapter because you guys asked for it. I might not be able to post much more till wednesday because I have an exam.
