#gregoey ho

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hi! I adore your version of house and his big family.

Would you be interested in writing about house at the birth of the twins? Like being amazed her for either having a c section or being a badass with a natural birth?

A/n: I 👏 love 👏 this

It had started early in the morning, with you shaking him awake, your face twisted in both pain and determination. “Greg,” your voice tight. “It’s time.”

House had blinked groggily, his mind taking a moment to process your words before jolting awake. “Time? As in right now?” His head turning to glance at the time on the clock.

“Yes, right now,” You had snapped, clutching your belly. “The twins don’t seem to care that it’s four in the morning.”

House had scrambled out of bed, grabbing his cane and his phone, while you paced the room, breathing through the contractions. Despite the urgency of the situation, he couldn’t resist throwing in a sarcastic remark with a small smirk.

“You couldn’t wait until a more reasonable hour?” he muttered, pulling on his jeans.

“Greg,” Your said, your tone sharp, “if you don’t get moving, I will have these babies right here.” You yelled tossing a pillow him.

“Alright, alright,” he said, smirking as he helped you to the car. “Bossy.” He chuckled batting the pillow away.

The drive to the hospital had been a blur of you gripping his hand tightly and House making sarcastic comments to distract you from the pain. By the time they arrived, the nurses quickly whisked you into a room, and House found himself pacing the hallway as they prepped you.

When he finally joined your side, you were already settled in the hospital bed, you face drained of color but determined. “What took you so long,” you said, your voice shaky but teasing. "Owe...I'm sorry that was mean."

“You're good sweet heart, you are the one who is pushing out two kids” he replied, pulling up a chair beside you.

The next few hours were a whirlwind of contractions, monitors beeping, and nurses coming in and out. House, despite his usual bravado, found himself uncharacteristically quiet, his focus entirely on you. He held your hand through each contraction, his usual sarcasm giving way to quiet reassurances.

“You’re doing great, beautiful,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “They’re almost here.”

When the moment finally came, the room filled with the buzz of activity. You gripped House’s hand tightly, your face contorted in effort and pain. He leaned close to you, his voice low and steady despite the chaos around them.

“You’ve got this,” he said, his blue eyes locked on yours. “You’re tougher than anyone in this room.”

You managed a weak laugh between breaths. “Including you?”

“Especially me,” he replied, smirking.

The first cry filled the room moments later, and House’s smirk faltered as emotion hit him like a freight train. The nurse held up a tiny baby Ethan and House stared, his usual sharp wit lost in the overwhelming awe of the moment.

“It’s a boy,” the doctor announced, placing Ethan in the small baby in your arms.

You looked down at your son, tears streaming down your face as you smiled. House leaned in, his hand resting gently on Ethan’s tiny back. “Hey, little guy,” he murmured, his voice softer than you had ever heard it.

Before they could fully process Ethan’s arrival, the doctor announced, “Baby number two is on the way.”

House turned back to you, squeezing your hand. “Round two. You ready?”

You nodded, your determination shining through the exhaustion. Minutes later, another cry filled the room, and their daughter, Emma, was born. When the nurse placed her in your arms alongside Ethan, House felt a lump form in his throat.

“They’re perfect,” you whispered, your voice filled with wonder as you looked at your two tiny babies.

House nodded, his eyes misting as he rested his forehead against yours. “They really are.”

Later, as the room quieted and the nurses left, House sat beside you, who was holding both babies in your arms. Ethan was dozing peacefully, while Emma’s little fist clutched at your hospital gown.

“You’re amazing,” House said suddenly, his voice rough with emotion.

You looked at him, surprised. “What?”

“You just did that,” he said, gesturing to the babies. “You brought them into the world. You’re incredible.”

You smiled, tears pooling in your eyes again. “You’re not so bad yourself, Greg.”

House smirked, though his gaze remained soft. “Don’t let that get out. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”