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Saturday 2nd June, mid-afternoon
i have: all the family i need // [c&e]
whatstheddx wrote in cuddys_house
"Come on, kiddo," House said, scooping an unhappy Emma up from the change table. She was due for a feed and she wasn't holding back on letting him know about that. "Alright, I hear you," he told her, lifting her squirming body to his shoulder while she wailed and sucked furiously on her hand.

It wasn't the first time he'd been alone with Emma but it was the first time he'd been alone in the house with her while she was awake. Usually Cuddy came to the rescue when he couldn't settle Emma but today Cuddy was down at the day spa. She was a fifteen minute drive away from being the cavalry. Not that House wasn't coping on his own but getting himself organised was proving a lot harder than he anticipated. First of all, he'd fallen asleep while Emma was napping. Her cries had woken him, something he wasn't too pleased about. Secondly, he had yet to arrange everything for Emma and himself to take a trip in the car and he was far from ready.

"All right," he said, Emma's irritability beginning to rub off on him. He carried her out into the hall, to the kitchen. "I hear ay, loud and clear." Reaching the fridge, he blew out an exasperated breath at realising he had to heat the bottle up yet.

"Damn it," he muttered. He snatched the bottle out and thumped it down on the counter while bouncing an increasingly angry Emma against his shoulder. He switched the kettle on and gave Emma's back a few firm, impatient rubs. Of course, a watched kettle never boiled, as the old adage went, and it seemed like a lifetime before it finally did. Another ten minutes later and the bottle was warm enough for Emma to drink, though she was so worked up that when he sat down to feed her he had to spend a further several minutes trying to calm her.

"There," he grumbled once he managed to shove the teat into her mouth. Her cries subsided immediately, followed by fast and furious sucking. "That'll shut you up." He heaved a sigh and let his head drop back against the couch. Why he'd decided to go ahead with Wilson's suggestion of getting Cuddy a day spa certificate was beyond him. He wanted nothing more than to hand the baby over to her and wipe his hands of any parental duties for a while. No such luck, of course. He sat Emma up and peered at the bottle in mild bewilderment at how fast she'd downed half of it already.

His expression grew mock stunned at the loud burp she let out, loud enough to startle her. "Wow," House said. "I'm actually impressed. I can only manage burps like that after a beer or two." He settled Emma back in his arms and fed her the rest of the bottle. By the time she'd drained it all, she was much happier and content. He sat her up again and wiped her mouth while she belched again.

"Come on, no time for sitting around," he said to her after a few minutes. He stood and cradled her up against his shoulder again, leaving the spit rag and the empty bottle on the coffee table. "We got some errands to run."

House let Emma play on the floor for a little while as he tried to organise himself to leave the house. Luckily for him, Cuddy was exceptionally organised and he didn't need to do a whole lot of packing. He carted the bag and baby sling out to his car, threw on a t-shirt and pair of jeans after paying a quick trip to the bathroom and then gathered Emma up from the floor. "Wanna go on a roadtrip?" he asked her, shutting the door behind him. She squinted at the bright sunshine, bouncing her face against his shoulder. "I'll take that to mean yes," he continued when she gurgled.

He got her secured in the car seat and pulled the car out onto the road. Emma was quiet during the whole trip and House checked on her every now and again in the rearview mirror while he drove, radio on and the window wound down. When he pulled the car into the parking lot near the spa, he lay Emma in the backseat and wrestled the baby sling on her. The task took a lot longer than he expected. The damn thing was complicated, with a bunch of straps that went everywhere, not to mention the part where he was fighting to get the sling on properly over his shoulders. But eventually, sweat breaking out on his forehead from the heat, Emma was resting curled up by his chest in the sling and he limped up onto the curb, replacing his sunglasses to his face as he headed in the direction of the deli.

Nothing attracted more attention than a baby, he thought to himself once he was in the deli, waiting his turn. An elderly woman was smiling at Emma and occasionally eyeing him, to which he gave a single, brief, awkward and meaningless half-smile to. The woman behind the counter gave him the same look. Several other women waiting to be served did the same thing, he noticed, once he'd placed his order for two sandwiches and a salad. He was glad to get out of there once he'd paid and had a bag of food and drinks with him. As much as he never minded attention from other women, it was entirely different when his daughter was hanging off his chest.

He head back out onto the street once he'd made his purchases and headed in the direction of the day spa. On the way, he stopped by Cold Stone and bought himself an ice cream, which he ate the rest of the way to the spa. A bell over the day spa door rang when he pushed it open, and at the same time Emma let out a quiet cooing sound, perfectly happy where she was cushioned up to his chest for now. He gave another lick of his ice cream, peering into the spa in search of Cuddy while a woman behind the front desk eyed him and Emma with much the same expression the women at the deli had.

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"All done, Dr. Cuddy," the masseuse said as she stepped away from the table.

"Nope," Cuddy said, her words muffled because she was face down. "Never going to move from here. Not ever."

Getting to the day spa in the first place had been something of an adventure. She'd gotten up early to make sure she'd have time to nurse Emma before she left. She'd also made sure everything House would need from bottles of breast milk to the diaper bag would be ready for him. She made sure the essentials were ready anyway.

Still, it had been difficult to walk out the door. She didn't doubt House's ability to care for Emma for the morning. Even if he ran into trouble, Cuddy would be just a phone call away. No, she worried because that's what she did. She was actually very good at worrying and it was a 'skill' she'd put to good use. The trouble was, she didn't know how to turn it off.

It took a while after she arrived at the spa to really begin to relax but eventually, she did. She still had the urge to call House every fifteen minutes but she was able to ignore it. Being pampered really did help to start to unwind a little. Her final stop of the morning--the massage table--helped her unwind a lot.

"Oh, fine--I'm leaving," she said with a sigh as she got herself off the table and headed for the locker room. She felt pretty good as she dressed. She didn't feel like a new woman but she felt a little more like the old Lisa Cuddy and that was actually a pretty good feeling. There had been days when she wondered if she'd ever see the old Cuddy again. It was nice to know she was still there.

Although she was a little reluctant to leave the pampering behind, she was looking forward to meeting up with House and Emma. She just hoped their morning had gone reasonably smooth otherwise, he was liable to be cranky. She gathered up her things and headed toward the front desk. A big smile broke out when she saw House lurking, Emma tucked against his chest in the baby sling. She walked straight up to them and placed a kiss on top of Emma's head.

"So, how was your morning?" she asked him.

"How old is she?" the woman behind the desk predictably asked. She hesitated. "She's a she, right?"

"I don't think it would make any difference to you either way," House replied. He was glad he had his sunglasses on. He was free to roll his eyes from behind them without being noticed while he took another slurp of his ice cream. Yes, he was - though he wouldn't admit it - extremely proud of his little girl but the whole public display of brainlessness women seemed to fall into whenever they laid eyes on a baby really wasn't his thing.

A moment later, he was saved by the bell as Cuddy ventured into the front lobby area. Dismissing the woman ogling him and Emma, he turned to Cuddy, licking his lips free of ice cream as she approached. He was satisfied to note she had a big, relaxed smile on her face. As she kissed Emma's head, he slurped his ice cream again and gave a one shouldered shrug at her question.

About to answer, he frowned down at the dollop of melted ice cream that had dropped onto the side of Emma's head. She jerked slightly in surprise at the unexpected cold sensation. "No dramas," he lied in a casual tone. Not that there were any huge dramas at all but he didn't want to admit that he'd felt frazzled and more than a little out of his depth when trying to get Emma and himself organised without Cuddy's help.

"Here, hold this," he continued without missing a beat, holding the bag of deli sandwiches out for Cuddy to take. He then lifted his hand and wiped the drop of ice cream off Emma's head with a slow smear of his finger. As he sucked it from his fingertip, he nodded for Cuddy to lead the way out. "Want some?" he asked as she opened the door, holding his ice cream up towards her face.

Cuddy was slightly skeptical about House's claim there had been no dramas but she figured there couldn't have been any major dramas. After all, he and Emma were there looking no worse for wear. Whatever had gone on that morning, he'd clearly been able to handle it.

She juggled her own bag as she took the sandwiches, getting everything settled before she headed for the door. "Thanks for everything," she called back to the receptionist, holding the door for House and Emma. She shook her head at the ice cream. She was hungry but she needed to get back to her old eating habits. She wasn't pregnant anymore. She couldn't use that as an excuse to indulge her sweet tooth. At least, not until she'd eaten her lunch.

"When did Emma last eat?" she asked as they started down the sidewalk.

House shrugged to himself at Cuddy refusing the ice cream. More for him. The ice cream wasn't holding up too well in the heat, though. It wasn't scorching outside but there was a definite crisp, burnt scent to the air that only summertime could bring about. People on the street were dressed in t-shirts and shorts, wearing hats and sunglasses to shield out the midday sun.

"Ummm," he said as he peered down at his watch. "About an hour, hour and a half ago. Wolfed down a whole bottle like it was her last meal and cranked out a burp guys at a poker game would be proud of." He dropped a quick look down at Emma, who was still happy right where she was. She hadn't been in the pouch much. She hadn't been outside all that much either since coming home. All the stimulation was pretty new to her and keeping her occupied. House went to take another bite of his ice cream, just managing to catch another dollop that had dripped from the cone and was about to splat onto Emma's head.

The damn thing was getting too messy to eat, something that didn't matter to him usually except he had Emma strapped to his chest right now. He'd almost finished it anyway. He stopped at a trash can and tossed the remainder of the ice cream into it, licked his fingers and wiped his hands on his sides and resumed walking. Despite his sticky hand, he reached for Cuddy's and clasped it.

"How was your thing?" He nodded back in the direction of the spa.

"She definitely takes after her dad then," Cuddy said, commenting on the whole burping thing. She wished Emma was ready to nurse again, purely for her own comfort. It had been a few hours and her breasts were feeling full and heavy. On the other hand, though, she was glad she didn't have to rush off and find a place to nurse. It would be nice to be able to go and have their little picnic. And hopefully she wouldn't start leaking.

She was tempted to scoop Emma out of the sling but she seemed content where she was. Cuddy rolled her eyes at the sticky feel of House's hand but she didn't try to pull away.

"It was good. I feel halfway human again. You were right--I needed that." She gave his sticky hand a light squeeze as they stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to change so they could cross the street and head into the park. "The massage alone was worth any price. I didn't realize how tight my muscles had gotten."

"Told you," House replied. He was going to add that her putting up a fight about it the day before, about going to the spa, would have only added to the tenseness of her muscles. He opted out of saying anything along those lines for now. Cuddy had admitted just then that he'd been right and he was satisfied enough with that. He was glad she'd enjoyed it, too, regardless how close to an explosive argument they'd almost gotten into yesterday over the topic.

As they crossed the street, he glanced down at Emma squirming in the pouch, rubbing her face against his shirt with her little fists bunched up either side of her head. She let out a slightly frustrated grunt and he felt her draw her legs up. She was getting restless, perhaps tired or wanting a chance of scenery. Or perhaps hearing Cuddy's voice made her want to go to her mother.

"The car's on the way to the park, just over there." He gestured in the direction of the parking lot with their joined hands. "Gotta grab Emma's bag." He hadn't brought it with him to the spa, only having one hand to carry the sandwiches from the deli, but with Cuddy in tow now he had more hands to help him. The detour was quick; House got the bag out of the trunk and, after wiping his sticky hands clean with a baby wipe, he and Cuddy continued towards the park, which was only a couple of blocks further down.

It was a typical Saturday mid-afternoon in the park, with families and people using the most of the sunny, warm weather to have their own picnics. Other people were sprawled out on the grass, reading books or simply lying in the sun, others were lazing around while talking to each other, some kids were running around chasing each other and a number of people were walking their dogs.

"Wow, you can almost smell the happiness in the air," he remarked in a dry tone after several quiet moments of taking everything in around him, knowing Cuddy would expect him to make an observation along those lines.

She let House's 'told you' go without comment. She was feeling the effects of a morning at the spa, it was a beautiful day, and she was in too good a mood to argue with him. Sometimes it was best to accept they didn't always communicate well and move on.

She really was feeling positive--more so than she had in a while. It wasn't that she hated being a mother--far from it. She loved Emma more than she ever thought she could love anyone. But she'd gotten bogged down with the admittedly stressful job of caring for a newborn. Getting out of the house, doing something purely for fun and not because it had to be done--it really improved her mood.

"You're not going to break out in hives, are you?" she asked dryly. "Should I grab an epipen before you have a full blown allergic reaction to all the happy?"

She gave him an affectionate nudge, then pulled him toward a shaded spot. She loved the sun but Emma's skin couldn't handle it. She'd be safer in the shade and Cuddy wouldn't have to worry about her. She got a small blanket from the diaper bag and spread it on the ground for Emma to lie on.

"Do you need help getting her out of that?" she asked, nodding at the sling.

"If I start swelling up, turning purple and frothing at the mouth, I'll let you know."

He couldn't help a small smile at her nudge and as she grabbed his hand, glad Cuddy seemed a lot more relaxed and calmer than she'd been for a while. Turned out he really had been right about her needing some relaxation time. Even the way she was holding herself was more relaxed than he could remember seeing in a long time. As they neared the spot Cuddy chose to settle, he dropped his hand from hers and reached up to give her right shoulder a quick, affectionate squeeze. He then turned down to Emma while Cuddy tended to the bag.

Emma's head was turned to the side, her cheek to his chest, and she was peering towards the direction of a few teenagers kicking a soccer ball around a little distance away. He gave her bottom a pat and looked over at Cuddy. He nodded and turned to her, letting Cuddy cradle Emma's body securely between them while he extracted himself from the sling straps. Once Emma was in Cuddy's arms, he gave his shoulders a quick roll to unhinge the slight knots carrying her weight around on him had caused.

"Good lord, you're already getting heavy," he complained to Emma. He lifted a hand to one shoulder and rolled it again while quickly massaging it. It was more likely he was in dire need of a massage of his own because he knew he was tight and tense. Letting his shoulder go, he dropped down onto the blanket, tossing his cane onto the grass, and pulled the deli bag to him. He unpacked it, setting out a couple of sandwiches wrapped in foil and paper, and a couple of tubs of salad. Along with a couple of plastic forks, he also laid out two bottles of Snapple, diet lemon tea for Cuddy and cranberry raspberry for himself.

House scrunched the bag up and stuffed it inside the diaper bag for now. Emma was making a few noises while being tugged out of the sling and House looked down at her as she was laid out on the rug. Immediately, she stretched out and kicked her legs. He reached over and snagged her left foot with his fingers, and he gave it a shake. "You're feeling a bit cramped? How do you think your old man feels, lugging all your body weight around with me? It's like carrying a sack of potatoes."

It took Cuddy a moment to extract Emma from the sling. The stupid thing seemed to cling to her but Cuddy finally peeled it off. She held Emma up, giving her a few light kisses before she laid her down to let her stretch out.

"Now you know how I feel," she told House as he worked the strain out of his shoulders. "Try lugging that around in your belly for a couple months."

She sat down next to him and reached for her drink. For a few minutes she simply watched Emma stretching and looking around. The baby hadn't been outside much--usually just for quick trips to the store--and the park was full of new experiences. There were the sounds of the other people in the park, the occasional dog barking, the light breeze wafting over her tiny body. Emma looked in House's direction when he talked to her but otherwise, her eyes roamed as if trying to take it all in.

She took a long drink of her tea and sighed. "I can't remember the last time we had a nice, relaxing Saturday." Between the pregnancy and House's problems, it really had been a long time since they'd just taken a day to relax and do whatever they wanted to do.

She threw him a wry grin as she thought about House having to deal with Emma on his own all morning. "Although, I suppose my morning was more relaxing than yours."

"No, thanks," he replied with an adamant shake of his head. He'd stick to carrying Emma around in a pouch from time to time. The back-breaking childbearing could be left up to Cuddy, thanks very much.

Emma kicked and flexed her foot in his grasp, letting out a content gurgle while her arms flailed still without much coordination. With the tip of his thumb, he lightly tickled the underside of her foot, which she jerked away from in reflex, and he glanced up at Cuddy as she spoke. He couldn't remember the last time they'd had a relaxing Saturday, either. Before Emma already seemed like a lifetime ago, even though it was only a few weeks ago. Life before Emma almost seemed like it never existed in a way because his life had been so consumed with her since she was born.

Pulling away from Emma, he sat up straight and reached for his Snapple. He shrugged as he popped the lid undone. He refused to let Cuddy know he'd gotten frazzled. "Like I said, piece of cake." He took a sip. "She ate, she played, she pooped, she napped and so did I."

Though he had felt out of his league while alone with Emma, he had managed to cope. And still being untrusting of Cuddy's assessment of his parenting, he didn't want to give her a reason to find fault. He also didn't want to give her a reason to find weakness in him, that he couldn't cope and wasn't getting better. As far as he was concerned, he'd made a lot of progress since coming out of hospital, and he was especially sensitive towards any criticism that seemed to suggest the contrary.

Recapping his drink, he put it down on the grass and reached for his sandwich. "We worked together like a team this morning, didn't we?" he said to Emma, looking down at his lunch while unwrapping it. "Dirty handprints on the wall, muddy footprints throughout the house, furniture upturned from playing indoor football, puked in the pot plants..."

Cuddy merely shrugged when he again claimed the morning had gone smoothly. She didn't believe it. She knew how difficult it could be to get yourself and a newborn ready and out the door on time. And House had never had to do it before. He'd helped her get Emma ready but he'd never had sole responsibility for doing it himself. Minor glitches were to be expected. He was obviously not in the mood to admit anything, though, so she let it go.

"Right," she said dryly as she unwrapped her sandwich. "Since Emma isn't mobile yet, I'll know exactly who to blame for the destruction. Next year she'll on her feet and into everything and then you might be able to get away with blaming her...but don't count on it."

She was hungry so she concentrated on eating, leaning over occasionally to talk to Emma or rub her tummy, anything to try and engage her attention. Emma seemed fairly content for the moment to simply kick and stretch, occasionally reacting to some of the louder noises around her.

Cuddy was fairly content as well to simply sit and eat her lunch. She'd deliberately not made any other plans for the day so she could enjoy their little outing for as long as they felt like it. It really had been a long time since they'd been able to do anything like this.

"Do you have anything planned for the rest of the day?" she asked House. "I mean, I got the morning off so if you wanted to go do something for yourself...."

"I don't plan on counting on it but that's not going to stop me from seeing what I can get away with." After he took a bite of his sandwich, he turned to Cuddy with a smirk around his mouthful of food as he chews. A bit of carrot was poking out of the corner of his mouth unbeknownst to him.

Emma letting out a whooping sound distracted him for a moment. He looked down at her as he drew a knee up to his chest and propped his elbow on his knee. He was honestly still fascinated with her, even a few weeks after her birth. He thought the fascination would wear off but no. He often found himself watching her, just staring absorbed in her doing little more than lying on the floor and kicking, or sometimes when she was feeding from Cuddy, or at times when he had her in his arms.

It felt like eons ago since she was born. In some ways, he'd become accustomed to her now being a part of his routine that he didn't think much about it. But he hadn't become so accustomed that he didn't have what seemed to him like out of body moments, where he was struck with the persistent thought that he was a father.

His eyes darted back up to Cuddy at her question, pulled out of his thoughts, and he shook his head while angling his sandwich to his mouth for another bite. "Nope. Nothing planned. You both got me to yourselves for the rest of the day." He paused to chew and swallow part of his mouthful. "Aren't you both lucky ladies."

"Nothing's ever stopped you from seeing what you can get away with," she pointed out. Having a young child might give him an excuse to act childish but he'd never really needed an excuse. It was possible, though, that having Emma as his partner in crime just might allow him to get away with a little bit more than usual.

She looked down, smiling, when Emma made noise. She still wished she knew what was going on in her little mind. Objectively, Cuddy knew most of Emma's behavior was purely reflexive at this point in her development. She reacted to stimuli without any real thought. That didn't stop Cuddy from thinking there were thoughts going on and wanting to understand them.

"We're probably the luckiest ladies in the park." She was teasing him but she was also serious. Despite some rough moments, House had been doing his best to be a partner to her and a father to Emma. She might have complaints about some of the things House did but she had no complaints about the effort he'd made to be part of this family.

"Of course, I could argue that you're the lucky one," she said, still with a light teasing tone to her voice. "After all, you get to have lunch with the most beautiful little girl in the world, not to mention her red-hot mama." She let a soft snort of amusement as she took a bite of her sandwich. She didn't exactly feel 'red hot' but she was at least feeling good enough to joke about it.

"Absolutely," he agreed with a mock arrogant tone. Damn right Cuddy and Emma were the luckiest ladies in the park. He was handsome, he was irresistible, he was charming... Well, maybe not. Actually, absolutely not. Still, he played along for a moment, giving Cuddy a cocky look while lifting his drink to his lips.

His look turned thoughtful at Cuddy's next point. He had to glance down at Emma, unable to resist against Cuddy saying she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Though his expression remained impassive, or so he thought, his heart clenched with pride. Cuddy was right. Emma was the most beautiful girl in the world. Immediately, he wanted to roll his eyes at himself. Sappiness had never been something he succumbed to... most of the time.

Luckily, Cuddy came to his rescue. He raised his eyes back to her and chose that moment to leer. "You mean MILF," he replied. He waggled his brows at her, took another swig of his drink, set it down and then abandoned his lunch for the time being and began scooting his way around to Cuddy. He shuffled in behind her, stretching his long legs out alongside hers and pressing up against her back.

Though he wasn't one for much PDA, the relaxed atmosphere of the park and the way everyone around them was occupied with their own thing made it feel that he and Cuddy were in a way on their own. He was feeling pretty relaxed himself; relaxed and playful. He and Cuddy never had much time for affection these days. He moved his arms around her middle at the same time that he pressed a nibbling kiss to the spot just behind her ear. "Red-hot mama," he agreed in a low murmur. "Mom I'd like to f--"

She knew House liked to think he was a hardass. He liked everyone else to think he was a hardass, too. Anyone who saw the expression on his face as he looked down at Emma would know better, though. Maybe it wasn't all that easy for anyone to see--she did have some experience in reading him after all. It was clear to her, though, that he was completely taken with his daughter.

She knew better than to draw attention to it, though. He'd just get embarrassed or deny it. Even with her, he still had a hard time letting his softer side show. She could deal with it; she'd certainly had experience with his emotional repression. She didn't want him to do it with Emma, though. She wanted him to get used to the idea that not only was it okay to be a softy with his daughter, it was actually preferable.

She watched him as he scooted around to her back, somewhat leery of what he had in mind. When he wrapped his arms around her, though, she smiled and relaxed back against him. Right up until she had to reach back and cover his mouth before he could finish his statement.

"Behave," she told him. She turned her head and leaned back so she could kiss him. That was a far better way for him to occupy his mouth than announcing to anyone who might be listening that he thought she was a MILF.

Emma made a low, fussy noise and Cuddy ended the kiss with a little nip at his lower lip. "See--your daughter agrees. She says you should behave and not embarrass her mother."

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