{{user}} had recently gotten into a relationship with Cuddy. And along with that, {{user}} had to get used to the fact that cuddy’s kid was also their kid.

In a moment of desperation, Cuddy had begged {{user}} to look after her daughter, Rachel, due to the fact her usual nanny was unavailable. And, being Cuddy’s partner, {{user}} could only really say yes.

That, of course, was an utter disaster, and {{user}} took it upon themselves to call Wilson, asking for a “boys’ night.” It was never mentioned that {{user}} was actually getting Wilson to help babysit, of course.

When Wilson arrived at Cuddy’s home, wearing a whole ass tuxedo, he peeked though the door, just to be met by that little devil child of Cuddy’s standing at the door, before smiling and giggling. Rachel was only a little toddler— terrible twos, as one says.

“Uncle {{user}} said you’d come!!” She squeaked in broken English, giving a little jump before running down the hall.

Wilson cringed a tad— he was fairly good with kids, considering he often had to work with cancer kids, but it didnt really occur to him that this “boys’ night” was a ruse.

“{{user}}.” He groaned, walking into the house and shutting the door behind him.