It went without saying that he was having fun, the most fun he'd had in what seemed like months. If there was anything he wanted to do, it was shake off any memories of the hospital and make the most of what time there was left before the baby was born. And what better way to do it than hijack Cuddy's place to do all the childish things he wanted? Her house was bigger than his apartment for one - it was definitely big enough to race an RC monster truck around, that was for sure
( ... )
House let out a devious cackle at the fright Cuddy got. Of the things he was looking forward to with this kid, it was getting up to mischief. All kids loved mischief and therefore made fantastic partners-in-crime. And all the different opportunities he had to pull pranks on Cuddy with the kid - her birthday, April Fool's Day, Let's Prank Mom For The Hell Of It Day
( ... )
"Actually, I think cock would be more accurate." He knew he was nervous about the baby's birth but he didn't like being called a chicken over it, even if Cuddy was only joking. Not wanting to draw attention it, though, he added, "I'll be quarterback in the delivery room - you can throw a newborn at me then. But until then, I'm not stepping foot over the antenatal line of scrimmage
( ... )
Cuddy thought about protesting for all of about two seconds. Then she grabbed the duck--for safe keeping--and sagged back against the couch. She really wasn't motivated to cook even though she was hungry. It seemed like a monumental effort at the moment and, although she hadn't intended to make House cook, she wasn't going to fight him for the privilege
( ... )
House heard the mechanical whine of the RC monster truck before it trundled into the kitchen, though he wasn't expecting it to be driven right at his feet. He startled slightly at the bump, stopping what he was doing to look down at the truck and then up at Cuddy standing in the doorway.
When she did it a second time, he gave her a deadpan look. For all her bafflement earlier at his joy of playing with the truck, she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself now. He went to step back, only for Cuddy to start running the truck in a circle around his feet.
"What happened to wanting to put my toy six feet under?" he asked, pretending to be annoyed. "Funny how it's only fun when you're playing with it. And you tell me that I need to learn to play well with others." He went to step back again, letting out a slight exasperated sigh when the truck got in his way yet again. But then he snorted
( ... )
"It's completely different when I'm playing with it," Cuddy agreed. She was getting the hang of the controls but she didn't try anything fancy. She simply kept running it around House. She didn't actually find driving the truck all that interesting. The fun was in using it to get a little revenge for the way he'd driven over her feet when she got home. Anything she could use to get a little payback on the annoyance front was going to be fun
( ... )
With his tongue poking out of the corner of his smirking lips, he snapped the towel at her a third time. He loved having fun with her; if she wasn't heavily pregnant, he might have been a little rougher - not to hurt her of course, but he knew Cuddy could give as good as she got and probably wouldn't hold back on being a little rough with him. Maybe he would have wrestled with her or chased her around the kitchen with the hand towel, flicking it at her until she got her own back
( ... )
"Don't bet on it," Cuddy retorted. She thought she could probably move faster than he could...but she wasn't sure of that anymore. Under normal conditions she could easily out run him. Now, with her having to carry Junior along with her and his leg pain being a thing of the past.... Well, she wouldn't want to bet on the outcome of a race herself.
She had a smug grin on her face, though. She'd liked the way he froze when he thought she was going into labor. Sure, he'd figured out it was joke fast enough but still, she could get some mileage out of this thing. She only had a couple weeks left--please let it only be a couple weeks--and if playing the pregnancy card was the only way to make him behave, then she'd play it. She just hoped it wouldn't be a case of crying wolf. She'd be pretty pissed off if he ignored her when she really did go into labor
( ... )
"Is that a challenge?" he likewise retorted. "If you want to race around the house to see who's faster, game on."
He would race her, too... if the likelihood of her going into labour wasn't so high. No, she likely wouldn't go into labour just from doing something like waddling quickly around the house but he wasn't going to risk it. He'd gotten enough scares already in one day - he didn't want another scare and have it be the real thing
( ... )
Well... maybe he freaked out a little bit. Okay, a lot. He thought it was wholly justified, though. He had good reason to freak out and it wasn't just because he was nervous about parenthood. Knowing the ins and outs of pregnancy and childbirth from a medical standpoint didn't help in the emotional arena. It was common for men who were first-time fathers to panic over their significant other going into labour. Of course, he never thought he'd be that sort of person, and he definitely never thought he'd end up being one of those first-time fathers.
"Well, okay. Maybe I get a little... apprehensive. But that's your fault," he was quick to add just as Cuddy pulled him down for a kiss. He had more to say on the matter but all conversation was put on hold for the several moments that he and Cuddy locked lips. It was a good reason to put conversation on hold - he never got sick of kissing her
( ... )
Cuddy smirked, which was not easy to do when she was kissing him. But listening to him try to blame her for his freakouts was amusing. She supposed technically that was true because she'd provided the source of his anxiety--a baby. But she wasn't trying to make him flip out. Well, maybe just a little bit right now, just for giggles. However, when the time came, she was going to be busy enough dealing with the birth. She wouldn't need to deal with his panic as well
( ... )
House took the knife up and resumed slicing into the tomato. "So, in other words," he replied, "you're being prepped for whatever hell there is to come once Junior is controlling you from the outside instead of from within
( ... )
He knew Cuddy would immediately take issue with him declaring himself a diaper-free zone. In part, he'd been joking - after all, if the kid was going to stay at his apartment, then dealing with poop at some point was going to be inevitable
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When she did it a second time, he gave her a deadpan look. For all her bafflement earlier at his joy of playing with the truck, she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself now. He went to step back, only for Cuddy to start running the truck in a circle around his feet.
"What happened to wanting to put my toy six feet under?" he asked, pretending to be annoyed. "Funny how it's only fun when you're playing with it. And you tell me that I need to learn to play well with others." He went to step back again, letting out a slight exasperated sigh when the truck got in his way yet again. But then he snorted ( ... )
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She had a smug grin on her face, though. She'd liked the way he froze when he thought she was going into labor. Sure, he'd figured out it was joke fast enough but still, she could get some mileage out of this thing. She only had a couple weeks left--please let it only be a couple weeks--and if playing the pregnancy card was the only way to make him behave, then she'd play it. She just hoped it wouldn't be a case of crying wolf. She'd be pretty pissed off if he ignored her when she really did go into labor ( ... )
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He would race her, too... if the likelihood of her going into labour wasn't so high. No, she likely wouldn't go into labour just from doing something like waddling quickly around the house but he wasn't going to risk it. He'd gotten enough scares already in one day - he didn't want another scare and have it be the real thing ( ... )
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Well... maybe he freaked out a little bit. Okay, a lot. He thought it was wholly justified, though. He had good reason to freak out and it wasn't just because he was nervous about parenthood. Knowing the ins and outs of pregnancy and childbirth from a medical standpoint didn't help in the emotional arena. It was common for men who were first-time fathers to panic over their significant other going into labour. Of course, he never thought he'd be that sort of person, and he definitely never thought he'd end up being one of those first-time fathers.
"Well, okay. Maybe I get a little... apprehensive. But that's your fault," he was quick to add just as Cuddy pulled him down for a kiss. He had more to say on the matter but all conversation was put on hold for the several moments that he and Cuddy locked lips. It was a good reason to put conversation on hold - he never got sick of kissing her ( ... )
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