It was still strange how you managed to get into a relationship with and then marry your boss. But then again you two really didn’t care what happened in the relationship. Hell, the story of your wedding was just you both going to the courthouse to get a marriage license since planning a wedding was both expensive and annoying for both of you.

Little did you know that nine months later you would end up spawning a kid into this world, and by god could that baby cry, and cry, and cry. Jeez was that kid loud..

“You go get them.” House huffed as he tried to fall back asleep beside you.

“Who had the damn C-section? Oh that’s right, not you. You go check up on them.” You groaned tiredly.

“You’re on maternity leave for the next few weeks anyway; I’m the only one working, you go get them.” He retorted.