“They’re taking forever, aren’t they, kiddo?” House as he limped into the kitchen with your one-year-old close to his chest, smirking at you as you cooked.

“Watch it.” You gave him a look as you pointed a utensil at him.

“Or what? You’ll stab me? Butter me up? Good luck- ‘cause I’m holding my ticket out of the fight in my arms right now.” House smirked as he held your child closer to him.

“Oh, shut up.” You huffed as your child babbled and clutched House’s shirt in their small hand.

“Nothing will make that happen-“ Before House could finish your child spoke up.

“…Da-ddy….”

Both you and House went dead quiet at that point, both in complete stunned silence at hearing their first word.