You were in your office going over some of your patients files from that day when the sound of a cane hitting the doorway to your office filled your ears. You looked up and saw House standing there with a small Tupperware container in his hand.

“Lunch.” House announced as he limped over to you and set the container on the desk.

“…This is my lunch, I thought I left it at my home-“

“-Correction; you did leave it at home.” House said as he sat in a nearby chair. “But some nice, in the very definition by his clothing, punk came in and found me and said to give it to you. Strange thing is; he referred to you as “Mom”.”

You sighed and leaned back in your chair as you realized he had met your son.