A/N: Okay, so here's the next installment. Jane Q. Doe and etFated - two of the awesome people who reviewed my last chapter - both asked me to write the Huddy wedding as well. I love me some good Huddy, and I thought about adding an extra chapter in here with their wedding, but I honestly don't think I could do it justice. If inspiration hits, I may write a wedding oneshot with our fav characters including Sophie, but we'll just have to wait and see. So, for now, enjoy this chapter, it jumps ahead to after the Huddy wedding. The end is near :)
"Okay, so now that you guys are married," Sophie started. House looked at his step-daughter suspiciously - she was up to something he just wasn't sure what. Yet. "Can I call you dad?" House looked at her in shock. She wanted to call him dad, she already considered him her father, and he'd only legally been her step-father for all of two days. Sophie stood by watching her stunned father as a tumult of thoughts rushed through his constantly over-worked brain. She couldn't help but grin as she watched various expressions flash across his face. Clearing her throat, she put on her best little miss innocent face, and waited for him to come back to reality. When he looked up at her, the surprise still evident in his expression, she smiled - innocently. "How about Daddy? Can I call you Daddy? Or how about Pa? Papa? Pop? I could just call you Father. Although that kind of inspires Star Wars quotes I suppose - 'Luke, I am your father. Noooo!'. Heh, that would be pretty funny. I've got it! Pop-pop! We can get you all prepared for being a grandpa." Sophie grinned at him. House scowled back. However, he was having a hard time suppressing his own goofy grin - he had to admit the girl was good. She'd successfully shocked the hell out of him, then proceeded to mock him and quite possibly called him old, and... House's eyes shot to hers. She grinned at him, nodding her head softly. He stood, pulling her into a hug. "You're pregnant?"
"Yup. Here I come enormous stomach, swollen ankles and constant bathroom breaks!" She spoke over-enthusiastically, pumping one fist into the air.
"Have you told your mother?"
"Um... no." House shot her a look. A look that clearly said 'she's going to kill you when she finds out you told me first'. "I know, I know, I should have told her. But she's all hormonal, and it's scary."
House laughed, "That'll be you in about seven months time."
"Now that's a scary thought."
"Come on, we'll set you up in an exam room in the clinic, and I'll call her in for a consult. She'll be so breathtaken with the sight of the parasite on the ultrasound screen she'll completely forget that you haven't told her yet that you're pregnant." He grinned at her, immensely proud of his off-the-top-off-his-head plan. Sophie smiled at him, allowing herself to be guided out of the room, arm in arm with House, as they headed for the elevators.
As the elevator doors opened in front of them, Sophie spoke up, "You know that'll never work right? We're both dead when she finds out."
"I know, but it's worth a shot. Besides, if that fails, we'll just use your stomach as a shield."