House

Time had gotten away from him. He knew House was likely sick with withdrawal after London had vanished and he himself had been so sleep deprived that it was hard to think of doing much of anything. But eventually life fell into a rhythm and Jack was feeling more comfortable with being a father.

He'd told Logan to take a nap and get some real sleep. In order for the younger man to do that Jack had packed a bag with diapers and bottles and flanel blankets and a change of clothes. Then he'd set out to go be social. He had a duty and it was time to fulfil it.

Joe needed to meet her godfather.

Jack went to House's hut and knocked on the door. He could hear Fucker inside and he waited patiently for the doctor to make his way to the door and open it for him. He had the bag on his shoulder and the baby in the sling against his chest. She was awake, wide eyed and looking around at the world going by around her. Jack thought it was good she was in a good mood. It would make a nice first impression.