Dad or Daddy?
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It was just another lazy Saturday morning for Gregory House…or so he thought…
There was a loud tapping against the apartment door followed by whinging from a child echoing down the hallway.
"Greg! Open this door before I have to kick it down!" came the harsh tones of Anna Burrows.
"Alright, alright I'm coming." House shouted back before muttering under his breath "you old witch."
He grabbed his cane which was lying against the arm of the sofa and hobbled over to the door. Before opening the thick chunk of wood which was separating him and Anna, he opened the bottle of Vicodin which was resting inside his jean pocket and popped a pill into his mouth.
He heard an exaggerated sigh from Anna's mouth and decided to lean against the door to spy on the two women from the peephole in the door.
He saw that Anna was tapping her foot whilst looking at her gold watch and the kid was playing with her blonde hair whilst looking up at her mother.
"I haven't got all day!" Anna called as she started hammering against the door. House opened it to receive a cold stare from her.
"What?" he asked innocently. "I'm a cripple; I can't just run to the door like any uncrippled person. I have special needs to get me there." He said gesturing towards his cane.
"I don't have time to talk. I've got to be in a meeting." Anna said looking down at her watch for the third time, she then handed him an overnight bag and a blanket. "I'll be back for Imogen on Sunday." She then turned around to her daughter. "Have fun with your dad sweetie." Anna then kissed her on the cheek and left the apartment leaving House feeling stunned.
Immediately Imogen stuck her thumb into her mouth and started to twirl her hair again with her left hand.
House was shocked at the prospect of looking after his daughter for two whole days.
Firstly on the occasions that he had seen his daughter it was only for an hour or so and secondly he was lousy with children. He didn't know how to look after a child for two whole days!
The situation was like leaving a kid in charge of intense brain surgery…you just didn't do it.
"Sooo, kiddo…" he said staring down at Imogen but he was greeting by nothing but silence. "Wanna watch some TV?"
Imogen just stared blankly at him.
"Well?" House questioned.
"Where's Mommy gone?" she asked as she looked round the apartment.
"To some meeting…TV?"
"When's she coming back?"
That was when Imogen sat on the floor and started to cry. House started feeling uncomfortable; a bawling child was definitely something he didn't want on a Saturday morning.
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