Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or any of the characters, but I sure as hell wouldn't mind owning Hugh Laurie! (Oh, and I, OVIOUSLY, don't own Toys 'r' Us either)
A/N: Heya! So, EXAMS ARE OVER! (until May …) so updating should no longer be a problem :D
So, I hope you like this chapter, it's still mainly 'Hilson' friendship, but I'll soon be moving back to Huddyness and House/Wilson/Cuddy friendship, so despair not, our favourite administrator will be back soon :D
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The 'Baby's 'r' Us' section was hidden towards the back of the huge shop. Compared to the rest of the place, House figured it looked like a completely different store. While everywhere else had been full of colourful boxes and running children, this section was, well, boring. Everything was made in such pale tones that, if one were to squint, they would all merge into white, there was a slow piano tune leaking from the overhead speakers and only about two or three people walking around, all with smiles plastered on their faces, all looking blissfully happy.
Shouldn't he be too? Why couldn't he have a stupid smile on his face? Why couldn't he be overjoyed at having a say in what his kid's room would look like. Because he was House, that's why, because while he was happy, he didn't feel the need to let the whole world know.
"Can we hurry this up?" House asked Wilson as they passed a smiling couple holding a piece of paper with all the references for their desired items.
"We just got here" said Wilson shaking his head as they approached the section where the cribs were displayed.
House couldn't believe all the shapes and sizes these things came in. Seriously. The baby really wouldn't care where it was sleeping. If Cuddy were giving birth to a hormonal 16 year old boy with an obsession for cars and a nice collection of playboy posters, he could understand the fuss. But a baby? What would he or she care if their crib was made of pine, or oak, if it was wood coloured, green, yellow, blue, pink. And that was another thing. What was it with all these conventions? Why did boys wear blue and girls pink? Why couldn't they both wear purple? Or orange? This was his kid. And there was no way in hell he was going to let Wilson pigeon-hole it from the very start.
"That one's cute, don't you think?" asked Wilson pointing to a simple, wooden crib. It had a nice soft wood colour and no varnish and inside it, it was filled with pink bedding and an impossible amount of toys "I mean, since we don't know if it'll be a boy or a girl, we'd hav e to change the bedding and stuff, you know, get a neutral colour, but I dunno. What do you think?" Wilson asked House, after all, he was the kid's father.
"Whatever" shrugged House, really not understanding why this was so important.
"House! This is your kid too, help me out here!" Wilson whispered angrily as a couple passed my them. The woman was well into her third trimester.
"Oh!" she exclaimed as she noticed Wilson whispering at House "Your first?" she asked them
For a minute, Wilson just stared at her in bewilderment as House decided to have some fun "Oh, yes" he said, something someone on the outside would consider a genuine smile playing on his face "sometimes it's like he's the one having the baby" he shook his head with a smile at Wilson and placed and arm around his shoulder.
If it weren't for his confusion, Wilson would have found himself laughing at House's mock-sincerity.
"Well, good luck" the woman smiled as her husband pulled her away.
"Why'd you do that?" asked Wilson removing House's arm from around his shoulder as House laughed
"When you asked me to come shopping with you today, what did you think people would think?" he laughed some more as another woman passed by and smiled at them, her had resting on her stomach.
"You could have just told her the truth" said Wilson noting down the reference for the crib they'd seen earlier, but one with a soft coat of white paint over it.
"What would the fun be in that?" asked House limping after him towards the changing tables.
Here, again, there were tables in all different shapes and sizes, most of them matching one of the cribs.
Grabbing the price tag on one, House frowned "seriously?" he asked Wilson turning the tag towards him "600 bucks for something that's going to be used to change dirty diapers on?"
"House" the oncologist sighed "just … which do you prefer?"
Shaking his head and wanting to leave as soon as possible, House looked around at the choices "at the risk of sounding like a hormonal woman, shouldn't you pick the one that matches the crib?"
Nodding, Wilson didn't bother to argue and noted down the reference for the chosen table.
After walking around a bit more while Wilson chose some paintings to put in the room and two lamps, House began to feel like a bored child and, to get rid of him, Wilson turned around in his tracks "why don't you go to the toys section and pick something out for your kid?" he asked, hoping House would at least be able to do that without arguing.
Seeing his opportunity to escape from baby hell, House nodded and limped away from Wilson.
The toy's section, House had to admit, was a whole lot better than the baby's section. Sure, the girl's part was the last place he'd ever want to be caught in, after all, there was only so much pink one could tolerate. But the boy's section was a completely different story. Action figures, bikes, plastic swords. Fun stuff.
It wasn't until he walked past the toy-instrument section that House remembered he wasn't shopping for a boy, he was shopping for a kid that could be either. Music was ok for both genders right?
So limping towards the display, House saw miniature electric guitars with small amps, tiny drum-kits, fake-saxophones, little red keyboards and … 'Oh, yes' he thought, a key board. Not a small one either. A full sized, Casio deal with a stand and pre-recorded songs and sounds. He'd found his piece of heaven in hell.
Once his fingers found the keys, not even the kids who had stopped at the beginning of the corridor bothered him. He was so getting this.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but eventually, his playing was stopped by Wilson who, with a cart full of small boxes which housed two lamps and five paintings, seemed ready to move on to the toys.
"House" he spoke "that thing will be bigger than the kid until his or her fourth birthday …"
"So?" asked House taking the reference for the keyboard "did that ever stop Mozart?"
"You think your kid's going to be Mozart?" asked Wilson, knowing that the odds of that happening were actually pretty high considering who the kid's parents were.
Looking up at his friend, House merely played the opening bars of Mozart's Serenade from "Eine Kleine Nachtmuskin" and, turning off the keyboard, limped towards the cart.
Shaking his head and smiling, Wilson looked at his friend "fine" and the two began moving towards the baby-toys section.
3 giant stuffed animals, 6 smaller ones, 2 little plastic music boxes with lighting sections and colourful buttons and 1 rocking chair later, the two doctors headed towards the check-out counter and paid for everything.
Bitching about the ridiculous price, House limped next to Wilson to the pick-up counter to get the large boxes.
"If you think it was that expensive, you should have let me pay" said Wilson handing the man behind the desk the references
In response, House merely mumbled something. Knowing full well what it had been, and wanting to hear his friend say it out loud, Wilson asked "what was that?"
House mumbled again
"Sorry?" Wilson smirked
"It's my kid, alright?" House spoke looking at the blue counter-top and doing his best to ignore Wilson's growing smirk.
TBC
Ok so, next episode tomorrow … anyone else REALLY want House to make a connection between the 'Kitty' and Cuddy? That could be so funny :P
Oh and "your ass is like the pistons in a Ferrari" … that was B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L :P
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