dear father... part three ; chapter two.
TITLE: Dear Father... [Chapter Two.]
AUTHOR: hug_a_wookiee
PAIRING: House/Wilson, established.
RATING:
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them. Never will.
Previous Parts Found Here
Wilson woke up the next morning and took a look at the clock. It was nine in the morning. It was a Saturday, which meant that both he and House had the day off. But, as his mind went through everything that had happened the previous night, maybe that wasn't such a good thing.
Though he knew that House would want an explanation as soon as he awoke, seeing as he was still sleeping, Wilson really didn't want to give him one. He really didn't know the reasoning for the statement in the will himself. And he was sure House would want all reasons and to know exactly why everything had happened. That would become a problem seeing as he had no idea why.
Sighing, Wilson threw the blankets off of himself, never being able to sleep in too long, and threw on a pair of pajama pants he had neglected to put on the night before and the same hoodie he was wearing the previous night. It had gotten slightly colder since the night before. He wasn't wearing socks, but that really wasn't one of his worries at the moment. Taking one last glance at House, Wilson made his way out the door.
He noticed that Riley was still asleep when he walked passed, and decided that was a good thing. He slipped his shoes on and made his way to his car, where all of their luggage was still at. He grabbed the stuff quickly, dashing back inside. He had managed to get all of the things in one trip, thank God. It was freezing outside! It was a tight packing job, though. He had two suitcases stuck between each arm, he was holding one in each hand, and he had a duffel bag hung over his shoulders.
Despite his best attempts, one of the suitcases dropped from under his armpit. "Shit." He said quietly to himself as he lightly lowered all of the rest of it to the ground. He would put them away later. He thought that he had managed to not wake anyone, but he was proved wrong when he heard a little voice.
"Uncle James?" A little boy with warm brown eyes peeked over the back of the couch as though watching something he weren't supposed to. Wilson gave a small chuckle and walked over to Riley.
He grabbed the remote off of the small side table that was next to the couch and turned the television on a channel that was currently showing Saturday morning cartoons. Wilson remembered watching the old X-Men cartoons when he was younger. Every kid loved Saturday morning cartoons. "You want some breakfast?" The boy nodded vigorously and Wilson gave off another chuck. "Alright. I'm thinking pancakes..." And with that, he left the boy behind, who was now sitting on the couch and watching the TV as though it were the only thing in the world that mattered.
The reason Wilson was thinking pancakes? Well, because they were House's favorite and he thought that the man might need some persuasion. He began to get down all of the ingredients and the pans. It would be a little while before House would wake up, and so that meant that the breakfast would be completely finished. Or so he hoped.
He hadn't heard the tiny footsteps coming into the kitchen and jumped when he turned around to see his nephew standing by the fridge. He wasn't, as far as James knew, this quiet or shy. But it was probably because of the tragedy that had just happened. "What's wrong?"
"Commercial." Was all that he boy said, coming closer to his uncle, still wearing the pajamas that Wilson had put on him before the journey the night before, knowing that they wouldn't be back until late. Standing on his tippy-toes, Riley tried his best to see what was being made.
With a small smile, Wilson grabbed a chair from the kitchen table, that was very rarely used, and pulled it up to the counter so that the four year old could see. "You wanna help?" With that, the kid began to nod and grin. He had helped his daddy all the time... He especially liked making breakfast.
"Do think you you can break this egg without getting any shells in it?" Wilson asked, carefully handing him the uncracked egg. It was probably a bad idea letting a four year old handle an egg, but whatever. He told Wilson that 'He thinks so,' and proceeded to lightly tap the shell lightly on the edge. Wilson didn't say anything, letting the kid figure it out for himself. Getting frustrated, Riley hit it much harder this time, the insides gushing into the bowl. He looked up and grinned at Wilson. "Good job, Riley!" He praised him, taking the eggshell from him and throwing it away. He quickly examined the bowl, making sure there were no shells in there. He didn't see any, so he was sure that he was in the clear.
They continued to make the breakfast food, laughing quite a bit. Riley was opening up to his uncle a lot better than Wilson would have hoped. He even went so far as to let the kid stir. He was actually pretty good at this cooking thing. For a four year old, that is.
Wilson was flipping the last batch of them off the stove when he heard a tired voice coming from the living room, coming closer toe the kitchen. He started to get nervous, actually. He should have called before bringing the boy home. "Jimmy boy, I had the weirdest dream last night. When you came home, you brought a k-" He was cut off upon entering the kitchen and seeing the kid in question standing on a chair. But he carried on like nothing had happened. "-id. Crazy, isn't it?" He said as though he hadn't actually seen him.
"House... this is Riley. He's my nephew." Wilson started to explain.
House started nodding as though he understood perfectly. "Oh, right! How silly of me! Nephew! Why else would he be in my house?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm, as it normally was.
Wilson sighed and picked the boy up. Riley had gotten really quiet again and was looking at the floor. He was obviously shy around people he didn't know. At least he was now. "My brother... well, he left it in his will that I should take care of him. I don't know why, but he did, and I'm not about to say no to one of his last requests."
House's brow furred and he looked really confused. "Out of all the last wishes, he wanted you to take care of his kid? Why wouldn't he ask for something else? Something that would turn into a much better investment. Like waffles, for example."
Though he was acting as though it were all a joke, Wilson was glad. If he was completely against it, he wouldn't have been joking around it. He would have probably been yelling. But he seemed uninterested, which was actually a good thing for House sometimes.
Wilson smiled at House, but he turned his head from his lover when he heard his cell phone going off in the bedroom. "Uhmm.. Riley, this is House. Or Greg. Yeah. Call him Greg. I'll be right back." He quickly introduced the boy and put him down in a sitting position on the chair he had previously been sitting in, making his way towards the bedroom to grab his phone.
With only the two of them left in the kitchen, House got up and grabbed a stack of the delicious pancakes and a bottle of syrup. He sat down at the table and could feel the boy watching him intensely. He took a bit of the top pancake and heard a crunch the instant he bit down. He cringed, but chewed and swallowed it. "Ew! Eggshells!" House exclaimed, over dramatically on purpose.
He looked over at Riley who giggled and covered his mouth with both of his hands, trying to hide it. This caused House to give a small smile. The kid was alright. He was laughing at other's discomfort. This was his kind of kid. "Pancake?" He asked the boy he was sitting across from, putting a small bite on his form and handing the fork over to him.
Riley took it gratefully and took the bite off the fork. "I's uh goooood cook!" He said happily with a giggle.
This caused House to give off an ever so small chuckle. "Damn right you are. You're better than Uncle Jimmy in there."
"Dawm wight I am!" He giggled. Now, this caused House to actually laugh, not bothering to correct the kid. That would be Wilson's responsibility. He hadn't signed up for, or been assigned, parental duties. He would just be the bad influence that all parents didn't want their kids to encounter. Wilson had actually brought a kid home to one.
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Ick. Short and not all that good. But it was a quick one. Sorry about that. :[
AUTHOR: hug_a_wookiee
PAIRING: House/Wilson, established.
RATING:
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them. Never will.
Previous Parts Found Here
Wilson woke up the next morning and took a look at the clock. It was nine in the morning. It was a Saturday, which meant that both he and House had the day off. But, as his mind went through everything that had happened the previous night, maybe that wasn't such a good thing.
Though he knew that House would want an explanation as soon as he awoke, seeing as he was still sleeping, Wilson really didn't want to give him one. He really didn't know the reasoning for the statement in the will himself. And he was sure House would want all reasons and to know exactly why everything had happened. That would become a problem seeing as he had no idea why.
Sighing, Wilson threw the blankets off of himself, never being able to sleep in too long, and threw on a pair of pajama pants he had neglected to put on the night before and the same hoodie he was wearing the previous night. It had gotten slightly colder since the night before. He wasn't wearing socks, but that really wasn't one of his worries at the moment. Taking one last glance at House, Wilson made his way out the door.
He noticed that Riley was still asleep when he walked passed, and decided that was a good thing. He slipped his shoes on and made his way to his car, where all of their luggage was still at. He grabbed the stuff quickly, dashing back inside. He had managed to get all of the things in one trip, thank God. It was freezing outside! It was a tight packing job, though. He had two suitcases stuck between each arm, he was holding one in each hand, and he had a duffel bag hung over his shoulders.
Despite his best attempts, one of the suitcases dropped from under his armpit. "Shit." He said quietly to himself as he lightly lowered all of the rest of it to the ground. He would put them away later. He thought that he had managed to not wake anyone, but he was proved wrong when he heard a little voice.
"Uncle James?" A little boy with warm brown eyes peeked over the back of the couch as though watching something he weren't supposed to. Wilson gave a small chuckle and walked over to Riley.
He grabbed the remote off of the small side table that was next to the couch and turned the television on a channel that was currently showing Saturday morning cartoons. Wilson remembered watching the old X-Men cartoons when he was younger. Every kid loved Saturday morning cartoons. "You want some breakfast?" The boy nodded vigorously and Wilson gave off another chuck. "Alright. I'm thinking pancakes..." And with that, he left the boy behind, who was now sitting on the couch and watching the TV as though it were the only thing in the world that mattered.
The reason Wilson was thinking pancakes? Well, because they were House's favorite and he thought that the man might need some persuasion. He began to get down all of the ingredients and the pans. It would be a little while before House would wake up, and so that meant that the breakfast would be completely finished. Or so he hoped.
He hadn't heard the tiny footsteps coming into the kitchen and jumped when he turned around to see his nephew standing by the fridge. He wasn't, as far as James knew, this quiet or shy. But it was probably because of the tragedy that had just happened. "What's wrong?"
"Commercial." Was all that he boy said, coming closer to his uncle, still wearing the pajamas that Wilson had put on him before the journey the night before, knowing that they wouldn't be back until late. Standing on his tippy-toes, Riley tried his best to see what was being made.
With a small smile, Wilson grabbed a chair from the kitchen table, that was very rarely used, and pulled it up to the counter so that the four year old could see. "You wanna help?" With that, the kid began to nod and grin. He had helped his daddy all the time... He especially liked making breakfast.
"Do think you you can break this egg without getting any shells in it?" Wilson asked, carefully handing him the uncracked egg. It was probably a bad idea letting a four year old handle an egg, but whatever. He told Wilson that 'He thinks so,' and proceeded to lightly tap the shell lightly on the edge. Wilson didn't say anything, letting the kid figure it out for himself. Getting frustrated, Riley hit it much harder this time, the insides gushing into the bowl. He looked up and grinned at Wilson. "Good job, Riley!" He praised him, taking the eggshell from him and throwing it away. He quickly examined the bowl, making sure there were no shells in there. He didn't see any, so he was sure that he was in the clear.
They continued to make the breakfast food, laughing quite a bit. Riley was opening up to his uncle a lot better than Wilson would have hoped. He even went so far as to let the kid stir. He was actually pretty good at this cooking thing. For a four year old, that is.
Wilson was flipping the last batch of them off the stove when he heard a tired voice coming from the living room, coming closer toe the kitchen. He started to get nervous, actually. He should have called before bringing the boy home. "Jimmy boy, I had the weirdest dream last night. When you came home, you brought a k-" He was cut off upon entering the kitchen and seeing the kid in question standing on a chair. But he carried on like nothing had happened. "-id. Crazy, isn't it?" He said as though he hadn't actually seen him.
"House... this is Riley. He's my nephew." Wilson started to explain.
House started nodding as though he understood perfectly. "Oh, right! How silly of me! Nephew! Why else would he be in my house?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm, as it normally was.
Wilson sighed and picked the boy up. Riley had gotten really quiet again and was looking at the floor. He was obviously shy around people he didn't know. At least he was now. "My brother... well, he left it in his will that I should take care of him. I don't know why, but he did, and I'm not about to say no to one of his last requests."
House's brow furred and he looked really confused. "Out of all the last wishes, he wanted you to take care of his kid? Why wouldn't he ask for something else? Something that would turn into a much better investment. Like waffles, for example."
Though he was acting as though it were all a joke, Wilson was glad. If he was completely against it, he wouldn't have been joking around it. He would have probably been yelling. But he seemed uninterested, which was actually a good thing for House sometimes.
Wilson smiled at House, but he turned his head from his lover when he heard his cell phone going off in the bedroom. "Uhmm.. Riley, this is House. Or Greg. Yeah. Call him Greg. I'll be right back." He quickly introduced the boy and put him down in a sitting position on the chair he had previously been sitting in, making his way towards the bedroom to grab his phone.
With only the two of them left in the kitchen, House got up and grabbed a stack of the delicious pancakes and a bottle of syrup. He sat down at the table and could feel the boy watching him intensely. He took a bit of the top pancake and heard a crunch the instant he bit down. He cringed, but chewed and swallowed it. "Ew! Eggshells!" House exclaimed, over dramatically on purpose.
He looked over at Riley who giggled and covered his mouth with both of his hands, trying to hide it. This caused House to give a small smile. The kid was alright. He was laughing at other's discomfort. This was his kind of kid. "Pancake?" He asked the boy he was sitting across from, putting a small bite on his form and handing the fork over to him.
Riley took it gratefully and took the bite off the fork. "I's uh goooood cook!" He said happily with a giggle.
This caused House to give off an ever so small chuckle. "Damn right you are. You're better than Uncle Jimmy in there."
"Dawm wight I am!" He giggled. Now, this caused House to actually laugh, not bothering to correct the kid. That would be Wilson's responsibility. He hadn't signed up for, or been assigned, parental duties. He would just be the bad influence that all parents didn't want their kids to encounter. Wilson had actually brought a kid home to one.
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Ick. Short and not all that good. But it was a quick one. Sorry about that. :[