So, I get bored my imagination takes over my mind (It's very hard to control, I keep it in a cage but it keeps chewing it's way through.), and these little stories pop into my mind. I've never written anything for House, although I am a loyal fan, and decided to post somthing. Love it , Hate it, Worship it, do what ever you want. This will be a continuing thing. Just small moments.
Woman were woman no matter what their age, House thought as he watched his four year old daughter try on yet another pair of sandals. They all looked the same to him, brightly colored and decorated with bows. The ones she was currently trying to try on where white and had a strap with a buckle that went around the ankle. Her small hands were having a hard time buckling the strap.
"Do you want me to help?" He asked. He sat a small chair looking down at his daughter who sat on the floor surrounded by several boxes of sandals. All of them losers in the game of the perfect pair of sandals his daughter was playing.
"I can do it," She said stubbornly.
He nodded his head in agreement. "I'm sure you can. I just want to be done in time for dinner," He teased. It was only ten in the morning.
It was then she looked up at him, bright blue eyes filling with tears, that he remembered why he never wanted to be a father.
"I'm sorry, sweetie. Daddy's just grumpy because his leg hurts," He explained. He held out his hand. "Let me help you, ok?"
The little girl nodded her head and scooted over to her father. Once he took his foot into her hand he saw the problem.
"You have the wrong size shoe, Kate," He told her.
"But it says it on the box," Kate argued, as she forcefully took the shoe off her foot. House took the shoe out of her hand and found it to be a size smaller then what was written on the box.
"Yea, well people are idiots," He mumbled under his breath. Kate got up and checked for another box of shoes in her size.
"There aren't anymore," She proclaimed sadly. The tears were coming back again and House knew it was time for a nap. He sighed and spotted a shoe salesman.
"Hey, shoe man! Come over here and do your job and get this young lady some shoes!" He yelled at the man. The man came over took the size and style and went to check in the back of the store. He looked back at his daughter.
"You didn't have to yell," She told him. Ah, yet another moral compass, House thought.
The shoe sales men came back a few minutes later empty handed.
"Sorry sir, we seem to be all out of that size in that style," The man explained.
"Seem to be? Did you actually look? Or did you just go back there and call mommy telling her you're going to be home late for dinner?" House asked.
He stood up, with the help of his cane, and walked down the aisle, opening the door the 35 year old man had walked through a moment ago.
"You can't…" He protested.
One minute and a half latter House came back with two boxes. He put the boxes down on the floor and hoisted Kate onto the chair he was previously sitting on. He opened one of the boxes and pulled out a shoe. He looked to Kate.
"May I?" He asked permission, seeing as a couple of minutes ago she hadn't wanted her help. Kate nodded a smile on her face. Now he remembered why he loved being a dad, that smile on her face.
House slipped the shoe on and buckled it. It fit perfectly.
"Stand up," House told her. "Walk around in it. Tell me if you like, if not there are plenty more shoes here to try on."
She walked a couple steps and walked back, smile still in place on her face. "I love it!" She said. House sighed in relief.
"They also come in light pink," He said, as he gestured to the second box as Kate slipped the other sandal off and back into the box.
"Can I get both?" Kate asked. House smiled knowing Allison would yell at him latter for spoiling her, but he just spent a half hour in a shoe store with the pickiest, just turned four years old, daughter in the world. He should at least walk out of this store with two pairs of shoes his daughter loved.
"Sure, since this lovely sales man is going to give us a discount," He said as he glared at the salesman. The salesman sighed and nodded his head.
After paying for the two pairs of sandals, which only took a half hour to find, the two exited the shoe store and back into the crowded mall. They immediately spotted Allison sitting on a bench, sipping on a bottle of water, surrounded by a couple of bags.
Father and daughter made their way through the crowd, hands clasped as to not lose each other in the masses of people.
"Good morning, my darling wife," House said sarcastically, as he fell onto the bench next to her. He picked Kate up and settled her on his good leg. She immediately leaned against his chest with tired eyes.
Allison smiled. "Not so much fun with the shoe shopping?"
"I got two pairs Mommy, and daddy got it for a discount," She told her mother.
Allison raised her eyebrows. "Really?"
"Yea, he had to go get the shoes himself because the salesman didn't look for them, he called his mommy instead," Kate explained.
Allison looked at House and he shrugged his shoulder as if to say 'the guy was an idiot'
"Max out my credit card?" House quickly changed the subject.
"Almost, I guess I'll just have to try harder next time," Allison replied with a smile.
"I guess so," House said, a small smile gracing his face.
"Home?" Allison asked. House looked down to find Kate fast asleep.
"Home."