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Past meets Present
Chapter 6
The night nurses only looked up when they heard House coming. Tonight wasn't the first time he had showed up at a weird hour to see the little tyke. Reaching the door he removed his sneakers, opened the door and entered. He placed his sneakers inside the door, he didn't want to make any unnecessary noise and wake him. He checked on the baby, sleeping peacefully then turned his attention to the bulletin board in the room. In the middle of it someone placed a sign, "I need a name, could you help me out?" Posted all around the sign were name options. All the nurses pitched in and by now the board was covered. This made House think as he sat down.
"What will I name him? That is if Cuddy follows through."
He felt a hand on his shoulder and opened his eyes abruptly. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's 10 and your team wants you. Case." He paused, laying his eyes on the pad of paper that was now on the floor. He reached down and picked it up, beginning to read the contents.
"Names? You want to name him?"
"Not just name him." House took the pad back. "Wilson, I want to keep him." Wilson almost fell over; he stumbled into the wall as if House had just punched him.
"Keep him?" He said in a quiet voice.
"Yeah. Think I can do it?"
"You can do it." He didn't hesitate in his answer; he always knew House would be a good father. "Will you be able to get custody?"
"Cuddy's working on it. We have to talk some more but I hope it works out."
"Papa House huh?"
"I'll think of an equally embarrassing name for you. Just wait."
"Catch ya later. Got a meeting in a few minutes."
"See ya."
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and wandered over to the baby. Still there, nap time was around now and he had just settled down. He watched until the sleeping baby finally drifted off, and then answered his annoying pager. The team had a new case and needed help. The case kept him away from his usual hiding place; it was a really tough case and took all day. After not seeing his new passion for the duration of the day he returned to the room to find nothing. No one was there, no nurse, no child, no one. A very angry and annoyed House knew just where to look. He threw open the doors to Cuddy's office.
"Where is he?" He then looked around the room to find Cuddy, the care manager and the child asleep in a carrier on the floor. "What's this about?"
"Please sit down." He did as he was told, but he didn't really want to. If this was about anything else he wouldn't have done as she said, but since it was concerning his potential child he did as Cuddy said.
"What's this about?" He repeated as he tried to lighten his tone, but he wasn't very successful.
"It's about the child. Are you serious about adopting him?"
"Why does everyone say that?! Yes, I'm very serious."
This is when the care manager stepped into the conversation.
"Well everything looks great. You can definitely support the child but your drug problem may be a concern."
"I don't have a drug problem!" He was standing again and his loud booming voice had woken the baby. Hearing him cry he walked over, picked him up and cradling him in his arms returned to his seat.
"Your recent bout with a detective Tritter states otherwise. It also shows here that you left rehab and are currently still on Vicodin."
"Yes I am."
"Well I'm afraid that is where we have caught a snag. It will probably fall through considering that was once upwards of 600 pills in your house at one time."
House sat back and thought for a moment, trying to come up with some way that he could keep this bundle of joy he was holding in his hands.
"What if I adopt him and have him stay with someone while I did a full rehab regimen?"
"You would do that?" Cuddy interjected.
"You could put money on it."
"Well I'll have to look into it but that might just work."
"Get back to me. I have to go see a friend about watching my son for nine weeks."