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Oct. 27th, 2008

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“Giselle Rose House.”

 

“I thought you were having a baby not an antelope, “ House asked skeptically tossing around various toys, clothes and accessories around the nursery.

 

“What’s wrong with Giselle? We could call her Gigi or Elle.”

 

“I use to pay a hooked called Gigi.”

 

“If we don’t use any name used by a hooker-“ Cuddy said awkwardly standing up from the floor.

 

‘I think this kid has more clothes than I do. And I think everything says Princess.,” House said holding up a t-shirt.

 

“Not everything,” Cuddy reluctantly protested as she folded some of the newest baby clothes. “My mother can’t help it. It’s her first granddaughter.”

 

House limped to the rocking chair, sat down and quietly watched Cuddy as she put things away.

 

“Hannah.”

 

“What?” Cuddy asked looking up at him.

 

“Hannah Rose House –H.R.H.”

 

“Her Royal Highness,” Cuddy said with a grin, gently messaging her stomach as she was met with a kick. “You like that princess?”

 

“And think of it this way. Her clothes are already monographed.”

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