Past meets present
Chapter 4
A few days after the detox, the baby was doing well, and House seemed to be disappearing more frequently. He communicated with the team via cell phone instead of traveling back and forth from wing to wing. Only two people really knew where House was when he wasn't with the team, and they weren't about to tell his team. Wilson stopped by one afternoon before heading home. He found House sitting in a rocking chair with his back towards the door, looking out the window while rocking and feeding the child.
"Well look at Papa House."
"Shut up you." He said with a smile.
"How is he?"
"Eating like a champ. Should be ready to go home once he makes twelve pounds."
Wilson could see a look in House's eyes. A look of planning and plotting with a slight accent of caring.
"What are you thinking?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow, when I'm sure."
"You better."
"Have a good afternoon of golf."
"Enjoy your bonding. Talk to you tomorrow."
House did as he usually did during and after work. He looked after the baby, then went home and thought about him. Tonight he did some serious thinking. He did in fact get attached and this time he wanted to do something about it. He wanted to keep him, adopt him, name him, make him a House and give him a home. He wanted and tried to sleep on his new decision to make sure it was right, but it just felt too right at the time. Sleeping was out of the equation. It was 3AM and he gathered his helmet and keys, driving off the see Cuddy about a beautiful baby boy.