#dad Greg

[childoftheriver]

Some great bootleg pics!!

[pixlokita]

✨🥓 nothing will snap you out of agony nightmares faster than bacon

[remy--hadley]

I love how much chase sees house as a father figure. When he thought house had cancer he was the only person who broke into tears and hugged him. He ALWAYS seeks validation from house. When cameron said she was going on a date with house, his first response was "he's so old". He is only 45 in s1 btw so not that old. He was weirded out because in chase's head, cameron is going on a date with his proxy dad when she has previously rejected his advances. He betrays house to vogler because he wanted to keep working with him. He doesnt leave house until house tells him that chase learned everything he could from him and fires him like a mama bird pushing baby out of the nest. And he comes back because he misses working with house. We all thought it was going to be foreman but no one deserves to be house's successor more than robert chase himself.

[eastgaysian]

why do we bash greg's gay dad for not being there for his child but never question if greg had bad vibes? or if he was just unpleasant to be around?

[quackysmackk]

Part 62!

Thank goodness for upgrades.

Part 61 | Part 63

Start from the beginning -> Here!

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I feel like House would want to be at every pre-natal appointment. He wants to make sure you and the baby are all taken care of. Now, when you have a sonogram and the doctor finds not one baby heartbeat but two? Please give him a moment to be slack jawed.

A/n: Ahhhh I loove all this dad!House asks

It was one of those rare mornings where the sun was shining brightly through the windows of their apartment, casting a soft glow on the furniture as House adjusted his coat, trying not to look too impatient. He wasn’t exactly the picture of excitement about these pre-natal appointments, but he was there—every single one. He’d started attending every visit, without fail, whether it was for a simple check-up or for the dreaded blood tests. And it wasn’t just for you—he didn’t want to miss a single moment of what was happening with the baby.

You had been all smiles on their way to the clinic, and even though House could see the subtle exhaustion in your eyes—morning sickness, hormones, and everything else weighing heavily on you—you seemed genuinely excited. Maybe it was the change of scenery or the distraction from everything else, but your enthusiasm was infectious.

They entered the ultrasound room, and as usual, the technician guided you to the examination table and draped a cloth over your stomach. House stood beside you, his arms crossed, trying to act nonchalant, but internally, he was a tangle of nerves. He hadn’t really talked about it, but he’d been worried. About the pregnancy, about the baby, about everything—and he hated that he couldn’t fix everything for you. He hated feeling like he was standing on the sidelines. He didn't want to screw this up, doubts swirling in his mind.

You squeezed his hand as the technician applied the cold gel to your stomach a shiver rushing up your spine, and he was immediately reminded of how much he cared for you. That protective instinct had only grown as the weeks had passed. He kept his gaze firmly on you, trying to keep his mind focused as the technician set up the machine.

“Alright, here we go,” the technician said cheerfully, positioning the wand on your stomach and beginning to move it around.

The screen in front of you both flickered to life, the usual black and white images appearing in a chaotic swirl of shapes and shadows. House couldn’t decipher it all, but he didn’t have to. He knew enough to understand the images of the baby’s developing form.

The technician said nothing at first, just moved the wand a little more, adjusting the angle, and House leaned forward slightly, watching the screen intently. He was still adjusting to this whole “fatherhood” thing, but seeing his baby on the screen was real—the little flicker of a heartbeat, the tiny, fluid movements, all starting to make it seem less like an abstract concept and more like his child.

Finally, the technician paused, her hand hovering over the controls as she studied the screen turning to you both with a smile.

“Well, looks like we’ve got a surprise here.”

House’s brow furrowed, and he glanced between the technician and the screen. He didn’t like the sound of that. Was something wrong? His stomach tightened, and the sudden concern was palpable.The thought of anything being wrong with you made him ill.

The technician glanced at him, then back to the screen, her voice upbeat. “Let me adjust this a bit.”

You looked at him, your brow raised, as the technician moved the wand again a shiver rushed down your spine still not used to the cold jell, this time with a little more deliberation. House swallowed hard, trying to focus. He was pretty sure his heart was beating a little faster now.

And then, it happened.

The sound—a soft, rapid thump-thump, thump-thump—came through the speakers, a steady beat, unmistakable. But then there was another beat, just as loud, just as strong, following the first one.

Two heartbeats.

House’s jaw went slack. His body froze, his mind scrambling for what that could mean. His eyes darted from the screen to the technician and then to you. His heart skipped a beat, the sudden wave of shock and realization hitting him harder than anything else.

Two heartbeats.

The technician looked at him, your expression warm. “Looks like you’re going to be a father twice over. Congratulations—twins.”

Hearing the news, your expression held a mix of disbelief and joy.

He couldn’t say anything. He was just… there. Two heartbeats. His brain was trying to catch up, but it wasn’t happening fast enough.

He stared at the screen, blinking a few times, before turning back to you. You were looking at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, and he could see the hint of a smile tugging at your lips. House wondered if your heart was racing as much as his.

His mouth was dry. He opened it, but no words came out. He tried again, but all he could manage was a weak, breathless “Twins?”

You nodded slowly, your eyes never leaving him. “Looks like it.” A small smile slowly formed on your lips

House looked at the screen again, then back at you, his mind still reeling. Twins.

His heart was racing now, though not from panic. For the first time, it was just a rush of pure emotion—this overwhelming realization of how much he cared, how much he wanted this, wanted them, no matter how crazy it all was.

And then, without thinking, he turned to you and blurted out, “I can’t even put together a crib for one. How the hell am I supposed to do two?” God he already knew how that mess would go.

You laughed, your hand finding his again giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Guess we’ll figure it out together.”

The tension in his chest eased, but his hands were still trembling, his mind spinning with the news. Twins. Two little lives, growing inside of you. A future a future with you, with his children, a future that was going to change in ways he couldn’t yet understand.

He was going to be a father. And now, more than ever, he realized that he didn’t just want this. He needed this.

He could feel the tears forming in his eyes the man swearing it was just dust but holding the sonogram picture in his hands made it all to real

And he couldn’t wait to meet them.

[kim-tey]

[334iwatchshit]

what the fuck are these gay doctors doing on my screen

WHY ARE THEY DOOMED I CANT

[ro-bee]

spent some weeks on this and is finally done ... god

close ups below

i love dads ...

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Kathy Ireland - Mom and Dad Save the World (1992)

[doctorsiren]

Part 8

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[greghatecrimes]

House made him CRY. jail for House! jail for House for ten thousand years!!!

[doyoueverwonderwhy]

My boss left early yesterday because she wasn't feeling well and found out she has covid. Anyone want to explain to me why she's back in the office today, still clearly not well, and not wearing a freaking mask?

Like, we're a week out from Christmas, no one wants to catch any bug you have, stay home or at least take some precautions for fucks sake.

[privatehousesanatomy]

Can you please write being houses wife and coming home to him trying to do bath and bed time with your toddler and baby?

omg okay i actually have an oc that has two kids with house so all of my world-building is finally being put to good use!!

GREGORY HOUSE X FEM!READER

content includes : house being a girl dad asf

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Kids were never the plan for you or House. You were content living a child-free life, and House never pictured himself being a father due to his relationship with his own father. And then came Amelia two years ago, followed by her little sister, Evelyn, only three weeks ago.

While you were incredibly apprehensive to leave Evelyn alone, even for a few hours, you knew you could trust House to take care of the girls. The way he had taken to being a father so easily after Amelia was born had suprised you a lot, but you had no doubts that he was a good father, and he insisted that he had everything under control.

So, you agreed to grab dinner with Cuddy, who was eager to get you out of the house for an evening so you didn't completely lose yourself in being a mom. Since adopting Rachel, Lisa had realized the importance in not allowing her entire personality to be overcome with being a mother.

By 8pm, you arrived home, and the second you opened the door, you could hear the sounds of water splashing and giggling coming from down the hall.

"Amelia Violette, you've got my shirt all soaked," House groaned, followed by Amelia's little giggles. "I told you no splashing, anyway. Your sister is in the tub, too."

"Sorry dada," Amelia giggled, and she pushed her little duck around in the water. Evelyn was in her bath chair with a wash cloth over her stomach, just staring at House.

As you appeared in the bathroom doorway, you had a smile on your face. "Looks like you've got bath time all under control," you say.

"Mama! Look, bubbles!" Amelia cheered, pointing at the pile of bubbles in the tub.

"I see that," you smile, and House shifted uncomfortably on the floor. "Do you want me to help?" you ask, and he shook his head.

"No, I've got it. You go relax, and I'll have the little goblins come say goodnight when we're done," he said. You nodded your head and went into the master bedroom to get changed into your comfier clothes.

When the girls were out of the tub, you heard Amelia's little feet run down the hallway into her bedroom, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Those little girls were your entire world - the greatest surprise you could have ever asked for.

"Amelia, put your pajamas on," House sighed.

"I need help dada," she said, holding up her shirt. It had buttons on it, and her little fingers couldn't figure out how to button it up properly.

"Bring it here then," he said, laying Evelyn on the floor for a moment in her towel before he buttoned up Amelia's shirt. She'd insisted on wearing her Strawberry Shortcake pajamas that night, as she did every other night of the week.

House then got Evelyn dressed in a onesie with strawberries on it to somewhat match Amelia before taking her into the master bedroom so that you could feed her.

"Well hi there, baby girl," you smiled as you took your newborn into your arms, and Evie let out a soft coo. "You're hungry, aren't you?"

House had a tired smile on his face. "I'm almost done with Amelia," he said, and you nodded your head.

"Take your time. I'm getting my baby snuggles," you smiled, watching as House went back to tend to your toddler.

"Alright, pumpkin. Bring me your hairbrush," he said, sitting down in the rocking chair. Amelia grabbed her hairbrush and ran over, handing it to him. House picked her up and placed her on his lap before he combed through her hair.

So much for never wanting to be a father. He'd even learned how to braid her hair a few months earlier, so he styled her wet hair into a braid to keep it from getting all tangled in her sleep.

"Pretty!" Amelia grinned as she looked at herself in the mirror, and House smiled a little.

"Very pretty. Now, go pick out a book and we'll read it before we go and say goodnight to mama, alright?"

"Yay story!" Amelia said as she ran over to her bookshelf, grabbing one of her many princess books and bringing it over.

By the time stories (yes, Amelia had conned three more stories out of House) were read and Amelia was beginning to get sleepy, he brought her into the master bedroom to say goodnight to you.

"Hi, princess," you say as Amelia ran over to the bed, climbing up and into your lap. "Did you have fun with daddy tonight?"

"Yes!" Amelia grinned, clapping her little hands. You smiled and pressed a kiss to her head.

"Oh, you smell so good. I could eat you right up," you teased, making Amelia giggle.

"No eat me, mama," she said, hiding her face. House had picked up Evelyn at this point, lifting her up to kiss her head.

"What about Evie? Should we eat baby sissy?" he teased, and Amelia shook her head.

"No!" she giggled. It was at that moment that Evie spit up all over House, and you burst out laughing.

"Well, that's what she thinks about that idea," you teased. "Evelyn Charlotte, did you puke on daddy?"

House stood there with a look of disgust on his face, holding the infant a safe distance from his body.

"I think you might have to finish bedtime...I need to shower," he groaned, looking down at his spit up covered shirt.

[vonlipvig]

feeling a bit soft rn, so have some bedtime stories with the edgeworths ♡ (don't worry, just procedure, none of the scary bits for now!)

[ssahotchnerr]

“you’ve been up all night i can do this” 😭😭😭😭