Onto the next chapter! That's really really short! Some fluff too =D
House was inside Chrissy's room holding her after she had just woken up from a nap.
"Hey sweetie, time to get up, Uncle Jimmy's gonna be here with dinner soon." Chrissy yawned putting her thumb in her mouth and laying her head on House's shoulder. "Ah, no you don't. No sucking your thumb, none of the cool kids do that." House said pulling her thumb out of her mouth. Chrissy gave him a weird look and replaced the thumb. "Hey, what did Daddy just say?" House grabbed her hand and held it giving her a 'Daddy look'. Chrissy frowned taking her other thumb and putting it in her mouth and House rolled his eyes. "You really are my kid aren't you?" House let go of the hand he was holding and took the thumb out of her mouth again. He looked into Chrissy's eyes and saw tears start to form. "Aww, kiddo, no, don't get sad! It's not good for you." House said hurriedly and starting bouncing her up and down in his arms as the first wail was about to start. Right on cue Wilson walked through the front door.
"House! Chrissy! I got dinner!" Wilson yelled into the House as he placed the bag of food down and shrugged off his coat.
"Unk Immee! Unk Immee!" Chrissy started to squirm around in House's arms. House sighed in relief that the tears were kept at bay and Chrissy started kicking around so she would be put down on the floor.
"Alright, alright kiddo." House started lowering Chrissy but she kept on kicking.
WHAM! Kicked right in the gonads.
Luckily House had her on the floor first before he bent his knees falling to the floor in pain letting out a sharp breath. Chrissy took this as her opportune moment to run.
"Unk Immee!" Chrissy yelled running into the hallway where she promptly ran into a confused Wilson.
"What the heck?" Wilson peered inside Chrissy's room to find House with his hands over his crotch curled up in a ball on the floor with his eyes closed tightly. "Oh. My. God." Wilson said as his face started to break out into a huge smile. "Did… she?" Wilson sputtered out trying not to laugh.
"What do you think?" House hissed through breaths his face as red as a pepper. That did it for Wilson; he cracked up in laughter.
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