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Two's Company - Three's a Crowd
-Chapter 2-

Cuddy had ordered Kirstin to unpack her stuff, put it into the spare room and wait for her return. House sat on Cuddy’s divano impatiently. Every few minutes, House would look around in hopes that he’d see Cuddy ready to explain this to him, but she was upstairs having a conversation with their daughter.
“What happened?” she asked as she sat on the end of the spare bed.
Kirstin broke down in tears. “He raped me, mom. RAPED ME!”
“Who, when, where, why?” Cuddy asked, scared that her daughter had ran because of what someone had done to her.
“We were at the pub –“ she started.
Cuddy looked shocked. “You’re sixteen, Kirstin. Sixteen!”
“Just let me explain!” Kirstin yelled.
Cuddy nodded her head.
“Rob,” Cuddy looked at her confused and Kirstin explained. “My boyfriend and I were at his brother’s twenty-first. Rob got dragged off to partake in a drinking competition and his brother brought me a drink. I didn’t think much of it then successivo thing te know…” but Kirstin couldn’t continue when she was over come da another flood of tears.
House became curious after he heard the yells of the two females upstairs. He appeared in the doorway to find Cuddy in an angered state and Kirstin in tears.
“What’s wrong?” House asked, genuinely concerned.
“It’s none of your business,” Cuddy snapped.
“It is when she is my daughter,” he bit back.
“And te ran off. te never knew I was pregnant. I was a single mom who had career aspirations!”
“Well I’m sorry if –“ House started saying in his sarcastic tone.
“SHUT UP!” Kirstin yelled. “Mom, just tell him. If te don’t, I will.”
Cuddy sighed. “She was raped, House. Rape.”
“Who did?” he asked.
“My boyfriends’ brother,” Kirstin replied.
“When?”
“The other night,”
“Why?”
“I don’t know!” Kirstin yelled. “Why would I know why he spiked my drink!?”
“Kirstin, calm down; House, shut up,” Cuddy intervened.
“What!?” he asked defensively. “I find out she’s my daughter, and now I’m not allowed to care?”
“That’s the problem, House. te don’t care. te never have and never will.”
“Yeah, I do have my sarcastic remarks and cynical persona, but I do know how to care,”
“Everybody lies,” Cuddy muttered.
“And nobody lies twenty-four seven. I want to try and change my life. I don’t like being miserable,” but House shut his mouth rather fast when he realised that he had just opened up and made himself vulnerable.
“Bullshit. This is just another one of your sick ways of trying make me get into your pants,”
House gestured towards Kirstin. “By the looks of it, I’ve already gotten in your pants,”
“Mom, dad, stop it.” Kirstin detto and she watched as House flinched at the use of the word ‘dad’. “I have been without a father figure for my whole life, at least give him a chance.
Cuddy sighed. She knew Kirstin was right. “Are te sure, House?” she asked. “I don’t want te having doubts, backing out and hurting her,”
“If I get to play daddy, does that mean I get to sleep with mommy?” House asked, bobbing his eyebrows suggestively.
Kirstin smiled and nearly let a giggle escape.
“No, House,” Cuddy detto sternly.
“But, moooommmm!”
Cuddy changed the subject. “I thought we were dealing with our daughter?”
**huddyaimee**
Three hours had passed and House and Cuddy had gathered sufficient information to call the police about Kirstin’s rape. Tomorrow she was to head down to the station to give her statement.
Cuddy had warmed, a little, to the thought that she wouldn’t be alone in raising Kirstin anymore.
“Mom, can dad stay for dinner?”
“Umm – I don’t know,”
“Please, mom? te are the one who keeps going on about how in Amore te are with him,”
“Shh,” Cuddy hissed as House gave her a questioning look.
“How in Amore te are with him, eh?” he asked seductively.
“Go fuck yourself,”
“I may be a big man, but let me tell te right now; even I can’t do that,”
“Too much information, House,”
“Can I make dinner!?” Kirstin yelled from the kitchen.
“What were te going to make!?” Cuddy yelled back.
“I found your Frozen pizza bases,”
“Okay!”
House looked at Cuddy and asked her to sit. She obeyed.
“You detto you’d explain,”
Cuddy sighed. “It happened in college, obviously. After that night, I forgot to get the morning after pill and I fell pregnant,”
“Wow, I got te first time,” House thought aloud.
Cuddy sent a glare at him before she finished. “You left me and I was stuck to raise her da myself.”
“Why did te not tell me? Were te scared I’d do a runner?”
“But te did do a runner. te left me behind at college.”
“And that’s it? What about all your IVF’s?”
“I don’t know, I had all these phases where I’d want più and then I wouldn’t so I’d abort and my miscarriage was caused da alcohol,”
“So te thought I was a bad guy and decided to keep your big secret from me?”
“Yeah,”
“Thanks,” he detto sarcastically.
Cuddy rolled her eyes and went to get up. As she did so, House reached out and wrapped his hand around her wrist. She looked back at him.
“Can te tell me some più about who she is?”
“She’s like you. She loves music, highly arrogant, but can be really caring when she wants to be. She hates neat freaks,”
“So she hates you?”
“No, House. Um, she grew up under the supervision of my parents and I and her birthday is the seventeenth of October, nineteen, ninety two,”
“What do te guys want on te pizza!?” Kirstin yelled from the kitchen.
House grabbed his cane and made his way to the kitchen. He was greeted with an assortment of vegetarian foods.
“Lots of cheese,” he detto to Kirstin.
Kirstin put some cheese on.
“NO! più CHEESE!” he complained. “Gosh, you’re my offspring,”
Cuddy stood in the doorway and watched as Kirstin and House shared mindless words which, translated into House lingo, is bonding.

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