A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter 1!

Cuddy left, after many more useless instructions, and I sat down to read my book.

Well, technically it was Wilson's book. I kind of…lets say 'adopted' it. It just looked so good and I just couldn't resist.

I'd been relaxing in Cuddy's favorite armchair(the one she specifically told me not to sit on) for all of ten seconds when a high pitched wail broke the peaceful silence.

I ignored it and resumed the story. Maybe if I pretended I didn't hear the baby, she'd just go back to sleep.

Ha. That was wishful thinking.

She kept on wailing for fifteen minutes before I finally got up and went to get her.

The nursery was hard on the eyes, to put it nicely(and you know I am always one for niceness)

Anyway, the room was covered with this sickening pink wall paper. And everything, and I mean everything, in it was pink as well. I had to cover my eyes with my hand to keep from going blind. There aught to be a law against hot pink rooms. Its seriously bad for the health.

The baby was laying in her crib. She had grown quiet when I walked into the room and now she was just staring up at me. She had grown into quite a chubby kid over the last six months…

"Heya," I said as I picked her up. "I'm House. Pleased to meet you I'm sure. I don't remember your name…so for today you will be known as simply 'kid' "

I looked at Kid. I looked at my watch. What does one do with a baby?

I called Wilson.

"Hey, I need some help."

"And why would I help the thief who stole my book?"

"I didn't steal it….I borrowed it. You weren't reading it anyway."

"You saw me reading it just this morning!"

"Yea, yea. Whatever. I'll give it back as soon as I finish it. So, Wilson, what does one do with a baby?"

"You're a doctor. Shouldn't you know more than anyone?"

"I know how to heal kids. But Kid is fine," House looked down at the baby drooling on his sleeve. "What the heck do you do with healthy kids?"

"Feed them, give them baths…play patty cake. Surely you can think of something to do for a few hours!"

I turned on the whine. "Come on Wilson, come keep me company..I'm booored."

"Oh alright, I'll be there in a few minutes."

Wilson moved a little in his chair. I turned a page in my book. Kid giggled for no apparent reason. The grandfather clock struck five.

"Why, exactly, did you ask me to come?" Wilson asked.

"I was bored. You are my best friend. Figure it out."

"But you're doing the same thing you were doing before I got here!"

"Yes, but now I have you to banter with. You know I live for arguing."

Wilson shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Lets go somewhere. I've spent the last 12 hours with sick cancer kids, I'm in vital need of fresh air."

"But I thought you love your sick cancer kids," I stood up, slapped my knee, and threw my adopted book aside. "Well then, by all means let us get some fresh hair. Lets go to the mall. I need some new shoes."