House and Wilson entered the room quietly. Or, they thought quietly. All three turned around anyway and stared. This time, however, it wasn't because they were together. It was because they were there, period. House, at least. They figured Wilson would come.

"We just came to see how Adele was doing." House looked around, and no one's face had changed.

"Good? Ok. Great. Ok, Wilson, let's leave."

"No, House. Not yet." House shot Wilson a look but saw he would not win this one. House tried to act like he didn't care, but couldn't help to sneak glances at Adele. She looked so sweet, quietly sleeping in her mom's arms. It didn't go unnoticed to Kayla, who smirked.

"Hey, House, do you want to hold her?" House looked embarrassed and shook his head.

"Oh, I mean, House, you ARE holding her." He tried to protest, but Cuddy cleared her throat and glanced at House. He sighed dramatically and threw up his hands.

"Alright, fine. If it will get everyone to shut the fuck up." House inched towards Kayla, rethinking his every move. Alright, he thought to himself, if I take one more step, I could turn to the door and they'd never know, or...

"She won't bite, you know. Not now." House nodded and finally walked over. He awkwardly took the newborn in his arms and looked at her, admiring how easy her life is. He was finally easing up until Adele started to scream. It alarmed House and he looked at Kayla accusingly. Wilson sighed and took Adele away. She stopped crying and seemed at peace again. It made Wilson happy and he let out a sigh.

"She only likes you because you are family, and that you two are the pathetic grandparents that will give her tons of money. And, for the record," House looked at Wilson as he spoke, "I hope you had no hopes of adopting. Kids hate me and the be honest, I'm not too fond of them either."

"I wasn't planning on it." Wilson mumbled, visibly offended.

"Besides," Chase commented, raising an eyebrow, "I think Cameron is too upset at you to bear your, child, House." House snapped his head to Chase, who was still smirking.

"Don't make me punch your fucking British face in, you prick." Chase was about to comment (about being Australian, no less,) until Wilson grabbed his arm and growled, "We're leaving." and dragged him away.

"I can't believe how fucking rude you are." Wilson said as he drove them home. His hands gripped the steering wheel and gritted his teeth. House rolled his eyes and looked out the window. He could vaguely see the reflection of Wilson's crotch and it amused him, and slightly aroused him. He snuck glances at Wilson's face, and he was not paying attention to him. He slowly moved is hand closer to Wilson's crotch, and when Wilson finally noticed, House's hand was already there.

"House? What are-"

"Shh." House moved his hand slowly over Wilson's bulge, and Wilson grasped the steering wheel tighter. House smiled as he saw that Wilson has getting harder by the second, and proclaimed "You better have a firm grip on that steering wheel." Wilson was going to ask why, but he felt House unzip his pants and almost drove off the road.

"Pay attention, Jimmy." House sneered, and proceeded. Wilson's breath got shallower as House took him in. Steering the car became harder by the second as House moved up and down on him. Wilson bit his lip, trying to focus, but he couldn't. It felt too damn good. House knew WIlson was caving, so he took his mouth away and used his hand. He was going slow, but picked up the pace as he saw Wilson's tortured look. Wilson finally came and released his grip on the steering wheel. House sat back and smirked to himself.

"You couldn't wait, could you?" Wilson gasped, and House shrugged.

"Anything to shut you up, really."