One or Two Things I Know for Sure

A/N: Once again to my darlingMix-Me-A-Martinicause I just realized I stole a name from your story.

Chapter 6 Girls

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You weren't there for Annabel's first step. You had to stay late at work because Cuddy had finally found were your new file stashing broom closet was, and didn't lend you Allison to do them again. So when you got home the first thing you saw was your eleven-month-old baby girl walking on unsteady feet towards you. You asked Allison when it happened and she told you just after Annabel's afternoon nap. Of course it wasn't recorded because you had accidentally stepped on the camera two weeks before.

But you were there for her first word. You remember trying to feed her some sort of mashed vegetable concoction when she looked at you and said 'Dad'. Just out of the blue, like she had been saying it since she was born, and you just stared open-mouthed till she repeated it and you yelled for Allison to come see.

You never thought that being there when someone said they're first word could be so breathtaking. Your daughter was sitting on her high-chair, proclaiming to the word that you were her Dad, that you were her protector, just about the most important person in her little life. And it was amazing.

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You weren't there when Madeline was born, she was a month and a half early and Cuddy presumed it would be fine to send you (threaten with bodily harm actually) out of town for a conference. So when you got a call at ten at night, saying that Allison had gone into labor you tried as hard as possible to get a flight out, to have the luck that everything was filled up till the next afternoon and even then you had a layover. When you finally did get to the hospital your daughter was already five-hours-old and having a nice stay at the NICU.

You were there for when she had the chicken pox, Allison was visiting her parents with Annabel and Madeline has stayed because of a cold, when the spots appeared you told Allison to stay there a few more days because you both knew the affect it could have on the fetus. So you took a few sick days off and stayed home with your daughter watching cartoons and eating ice-cream, because no matter how much you deny it you always give your daughter's everything they want when they are sick (when they aren't sick as well).

You have been around diseases most of your adult life and you have never really cared much about it, but when it was your daughter who was sick you were scared beyond belief, she was so tiny and innocent and you felt like one of those idiots who show up at the clinic when you kept calling her pediatrician. It shocked you that something so simple could affect you so hard.

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You were there for everything so far in Leah's life, from every doctor's appointment to her birth. You carried her into your house for the first time and let her fall asleep on your chest, she is still only six-months-old and you'll end up missing something eventually. You've sworn to Cuddy that if she makes you miss anything in her life, there will be chaos.

But Leah's already sitting up by herself and holding her own bottle most of the time, and it dumbfounds you that something so small and perfect is already growing up.

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You will lie through your teeth if Allison ever tells anyone, but they are almost everything in the word to you.

Bel is your energetic, scabbed knees, wild haired daughter. The one who likes to climb things and run around and ask questions. She wants to know how everything works and why, and is already always in trouble at school for being a smart mouth (you don't even dare imagine her as a teenager yet). You think she'll drive you and Allison into an early grave with her 'adventures'.

Maddy is your giggly, doe-eyed, gentle daughter. She smiles when she wakes up and loves imitating Dora and Diego's Spanish (no one can know you watch these shows with her), and you think she is going to be an artist. She is always so quiet and little and smiles. It doesn't matter one bit that you have to wait till she's asleep to brush her long hair.

Leli (as your daughter's call her) is your firecracker, teddy-bear, baby daughter. You blame the red hair for her already apparent short fuse, but she sometimes looks up at you and nuzzles herself against your neck and you're mush. She's gonna rule the world one day you're sure, but you wish she could stay your little baby forever.

There are nights when you just take a step back and watch them sleep, your daughters, your little girls, and you are just so happy they happened.

You are so glad Allison didn't give up.

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A little more in depth then the other chapters so far, but I wanted House's input in here.

Hopefully I did it justice, I did try to keep it as close to character as possible.

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