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House eased himself down in the bath, careful not to slip. He leaned back into Foreman, letting his eyes drift shut. "Going to have another kid in September," he muttered. "Where are we putting it?" It wasn't like they'd planned to have four kids at home when they moved here. Or four kids, period. "She'd better give us a clue which she is," he ( Read more... ) -
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House barely glanced up when the program changed; he was too engrossed in what he was reading. "Reversal of Laryngeal Paralysis". He just wished he'd come up with it ( Read more... ) -
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Gabe starts crying just as Jeannette turns the page in the book she's reading to House. He gets up, stroking her hair briefly. "I'll be back as soon as Gabe's calm again, Jeannie ( Read more... ) -
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Jeannette needs clothes. Or maybe she doesn't need them, but House wants to get her some new ones. Everything she has right now is Foreman's influence. Nothing in his taste.
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Eric had gone out earlier, when House pretended to be asleep. He wasn't, of course, hasn't been since 4:54 this morning. He's already been up and pacing, and Blender actually left Jeannette long enough to check on him, whine softly, and lick his hand. But the walking didn't help. Neither did the Vicodin, or the alcohol. So he's back in bed, biting ( Read more... ) -
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House woke up first on Tuesday--no surprise there, Foreman never got up on time anymore. He was wrapped around Foreman, their legs tangled and arms looped around each other. He smiled to himself and kissed Foreman's face before saying gruffly, "No wonder I always wake up hot." -
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House had been thinking about it for a while. Finally, one day, he took his car to work instead of the bike, and stopped at a pet store on the way home. It took him a while to pick, but he finally settled on a bundle of cream-colored fur and lop ears ( Read more... ) -
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House and Jeannette had just gotten home, Jeannette sticky with the remains of her ice cream and the dish for Zelda clutched proudly in her hand. "Zelda," Jeannie called, wandering over to her door. "We brought you ice cream." She turned and frowned at House. "She's making funny noises ( Read more... ) -
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House had told Chase he'd be over after work. He considered that enough warning for going to see his older daughter, and didn't call before he left the hospital. Not that he would anyway ( Read more... )