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  Homecoming 
 by Taima Hiroshima  

 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just a set up from the next story. I was afraid
people didn't want to read this anymore... 

 "God, you're heavy," Wilson grunted as he carried the baby into the
house. She probably wasn't the heavy one, he realized. It was probably the
baby carrier, and the super sized pack of Pampers he was carrying, and the
bag of formula, and the pacifiers, and everything else.

 "Wilson!" House scolded. "Don't say that to her. Don't you know that's a
good way to give a kid an eating disorder?" he looked at the sleeping baby
in the carrier. "Don't worry, Mommy James is just jealous of your girlish
figure."

 "You are not going to call me Mommy James." He rolled his eyes as he
undid Samara's straps in the carrier. Gently, as though she were made of
glass, he lifted her out of the carrier. Her eyes opened. They had turned
brown, as Greg had predicted. They met with James's and she gurgled.

 "She likes it." Greg countered. He followed them into the baby's room.
James laid her down. They had filled it with a white crib, a white dresser
and rocker, and a changing table. Greg watched the baby looking around the
room as James went to go get the diapers.

 "Hey, where's Birdie? She should come and meet her sister."

 "You know, I'm thinking it might not be a good idea to show something
with sharp claws to an infant." James sighed as he began to stock the
changing table. "My family is coming over tomorrow. I told them I have a
surprise."

 "Mom said she'd come the day after."

 "How about your dad?" Greg only snorted, and his lover left the subject
alone. Greg leaned his cane against the crib and turned on the mobile.
Samara fixed her eyes on it. "We never did decide on a nickname."

 "What's wrong with calling her Samara?" the oncologist queried as he
stood up straight and rubbed the small of his back.

 "Please? How do you think all her kindergarten friends are going to be
able to say that?"

 "Okaaaay," James thought for a minute as Greg claimed the rocking chair.
He went and looked out the window. "How about Sammie?"

 "Oooh, an androgynous name!" Greg rolled his eyes.

 "Mara?"

 "What about Leenie? For her middle name. Yeah, that sounds cute. I won't
mind screaming that really loud to embarrass her." Greg nodded.

 "I don't get any say in this, do I?" James sighed as he sat down on the
floor next to the rocker. Greg shrugged.

 "Everything you like sort of sucks. That isn't my problem." Greg sang.
His lover grumbled something, but they settled quickly.

 "She'll wake up in about four hours." James yawned.

 "You can go on to bed. I'll wait here." Greg offered. James shook his
head and closed his eyes. Within minutes, both his lover and his child
were sleeping. Greg smiled as he rested his hand on the younger man's
silky hair. He could hear them both breathing in the quiet of the New
Jersey night. There was the sound of feet in the hallway, and House looked
up to see Birdie's bright green eyes looking at him. "We brought your
sister home."

 The cat glared at him and then at the crib. House chuckled softly. With
as much dignity as she could possibly muster, the cat hopped onto his lap
and settled down, clearly wanting to show the baby who belonged to her.

 Apparently Wilson was up for grabs. With his free hand, House stroked the
silky fur of the cat. She purred under his hand. His baby gave a sigh of
contentment. Even Wilson looked perfectly happy.

 "I'm home now," Greg smiled as she surveyed his family.  
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