"Come on Wilson, drive! The speed limit is 50 not 25!"

"Just let me drive, will you? Honestly, House. You've got to be the worst back seat driver the world has ever seen!" Wilson glared at me, but he did up his speed.

"Wilson, think of me as your mother. I yell at you but only if its in your best interest."

- - - -

"Put it up already, House," Wilson sat one the curb, holding Kid. Kid was bundled in this pink coat that looked about a hundred sizes too big. I was sure she was suffocating in the mass……However, Cuddy said she had to wear it when we went outside and I of course listen intently to all instructions.

Ok, we both know that's a lie, but when it comes to Kid, Cuddy is like a mother bear. If you harm her young she goes crazy.

Back to the stroller.

"You put it up," I stumbled over to the curb, exaggerating my limp. "I'm the cripple."

"Hey, you're the babysitter."

I worked with the horrid contraption for a few more minutes before shoving it back into Wilson's car. "We'll just carry her."

Around the mall, people walked peacefully around. There were old couples, young couples, and couples with kids peacefully sleeping in their strollers, tired after a long day of making their parents miserable.

Then there was Wilson, Kid, and I.

Kid was screaming at the top of her lungs, trying to wiggle out of the monstrous coat. she thrashed this way and that in Wilson's arms. People stared, as they always do.

"I don't care what Cuddy says, lets take this coat off," Wilson pleaded.

Kid immediately calmed down once the coat was off, and sat peacefully in my arms.

A couple women stopped as they walked by. They were thin, pretty, and had nice long blond hair. Twins.

"Aw, she's so cute!" One said.

"Is she yours?" the other asked.

Wilson and I looked at each other. I controlled myself from making a face. "No, she's a friend's. we're just babysitting."

"Oh, well she's cute!"

I looked at Wilson. Wilson looked at me. We were both thinking the same thing.

"Want to sit with us?"

The girls laughed. "Sorry guys, we already have dates," said one. She pointed to two burly men trying on shoes. They looked like bodyguards. Not the type to mess with.

"Yea. We have to get moving anyway," I stood up. "Things to buy, people to argue with."

"That was weird," Wilson commented once they were gone.

Ever noticed how those mall lunchrooms are always jam-packed? You'd think they coulds spend a little less money on the mickey mouse signes all over the place and buy an extra line of tables.

We had just piled our trays with food when I noticed there was only one table not packed to the limit.

The only people at it were two very tired looking middle aged women. One was practically asleep and the other was chewing her gum like a cow chews cud. Beside them were two triple strollers packed with kids.

I moaned. "Tell me I'm dreaming."

Wilson shook his head. "No such luck."

The one woman noticed us and started waving her arms frantically in a way I suppose was supposed to encourage us to come over.

"Hey!" she said when we got there. "My name's Tammy, you men can sit here with us, we don't mind."

The cow just stared at me with creepily un blinking eyes.

As I finished my first sandwich three of the babies in one of the strollers started screaming.

Tammy started picking them up. She handed one to Cow, and one to Wilson. "Hold her for a sec, will ya hon?"

Wilson nodded with a tight lipped smile. The baby in his arms, a chubby kid, grabbed his drink and dumped it all over Wilson's lap, in the most unfortunate of places. Ice and coke was everywhere.

Wilson jumped with the shock of it.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" Tammy squealed. "I'll take him in just a minute. Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

"Its alright," Wilson said. He handed the baby to me. "I'll be back. Just going to dry up a little."

"Nice stain," a guy next to us said. I glared fiercely at him.

"I'll give you one to match if you'd like."

Fifteen minutes later Wilson was dry, and we were on our way out of the mall. My phone rang.

"Who dares call his highness at this hour?"

"Its me, House. How's my baby doing? She still all in one piece?"

"She's fine, Cuddy," I looked down at Kid.

Except it wasn't Kid. She had the same hideous pink coat as Kid, but it just wasn't Kid. I grabbed Wilson's sleeve and pointed frantically to the baby. Wilson's eyes grew wide. He grabbed the baby and started running back to the lunchroom.

"She's fine," I lied. "We're hanging out at the mall…all is well. Stop worrying!"

"Good. I just called to tell you, I won't be back until midnight, this thing is lasting longer than expected."

"Fine and dandy," I said. "Listen, I've got to run…." Literally.

"Ok I'll see you later."

"Bye."

I ran after Wilson's general direction and found him standing next to our empty table. No Kid in sight.

"House, she left! She left!"

"Alright, lets go see if they're still in the parking lot," for once I couldn't think of anything sarcastic to say.