After Ian’s near death experience, his parents became more protective of him. Almost all things were supposed to be with their knowledge before their son take up something especially if his life would be hang in balance.
House and Cuddy, with Ian, now eight, decided to spend their spring vacation back in Michigan. House’s mother also came over in Lisa’s hometown and agreed to spend time with her grandson. This also gave her the chance to bond with her son’s mother in law.
One afternoon while House and his son were playing in the garden, Lisa with her mom and mother in law were preparing the snacks in the kitchen.
Blythe: When are you going to give Ian a little sister?
Lisa: <chuckled> It’s out of our idea especially now that the board is asking me to go back as dean. One is enough I think… Well, Greg and I think so…
Lisa’s mom: You’re going back to work? Does your husband know about it?
Lisa: Uh-huh.
Blythe: Let me guess, he thinks it’s okay but you think the other way.
Lisa tilted her head in agreement and both mothers rolled their eyes.
Lisa: Sort of. I know him long enough to know what he really wanted.
Lisa’s mom: Wrong. It’s what both of you wanted. --- You really don’t want to try working again?
Lisa: I don’t know, I’m still thinking about it but I know I wanted to look after Ian especially now that he’s getting older.
Lisa’s mom: Look after? You’re doing more than enough, dear child.
Blythe: I agree with your mom, Lisa, you hired how many nannies for Ian? Two? It’s more than enough in his age.
Lisa’s mom: And remember Blythe that they hired two drivers as well just for their son but they didn’t even drive Ian to school.
Lisa: <sighed> Your point?
Lisa’s mom: Just an observation. --- Ian can’t do things like what other kids his age does. He attended two field trips out of six, ate sugary foods and other sweets once in a blue moon, his bike has still those training wheels behind and played under the rain only in minutes…
Lisa: At least he was able to play under the rain…
Blythe: Honey, the point is, you’re not giving him his own space to grow.
Lisa’s mom: Yah, that’s what I’m also trying to say.
Lisa: <sighed> Greg and I are still trying to cope up with our loss. Its just last year when Rachel was taken back by her grandparents and now, all we have is Ian. We can’t bear to lose our biological son. No, not him. We’re just trying to be protective. <Lisa got the bowl and went out of the house>
Lisa’s mom: <To Blythe> Girl, I don’t want to be their daughter. <Blythe smiled>

Three weeks later, the couple with their son went back to Plainsboro. One month later, Lisa finally accepted the offer from the board of PPTH and she was the dean of medicine again after several years. Ian was still well taken care of. House won’t allow anybody to fetch him but he himself fetch his son from school and piano recitals while Lisa was still the one preparing things for her son. Even Wilson could notice how overprotective House and Cuddy were to his godchild. That’s the reason why he found it hard to invite Ian to have some nights with his family in their vacation villa somewhere in Maine; but in the end, he was able to take Ian with him. Little did he knew that while they were having fun, House and Cuddy, especially the father, couldn’t stop thinking about the safety of their son. He was on the phone since his kid left and Cuddy sat by and watched him walked around their room.
Cuddy: Greg, could you just seat down? I’m getting dizzy just by looking at you…
House: I’m trying to reach Wilson. He should have called me by the time his car tires touched his villa garden.
Cuddy: <sighed> Wilson’s won’t let Ian go anywhere…
House: Right. The last time my son’s with him, what the hell happened? Didn’t he fell from a two step staircase? <He finally got Wilson on the phone> Wilson, you idiot! How’s my son? ---- Of course, I am worried, you haven’t called ----- Right ---- Swimming? Pool or lake? ---- No, I won’t let him ---- I don’t care if your kids go and Ian doesn’t ---- Who cried? ---- Someone’s crying in there. Was that Ian? ----- Listen, if my son got hurt seriously I would throw a knife to you ----- Okay but keep an eye on him and his food allergies, you might overlook one ---- Okay, thank you ---- Bye.
House hung up and Cuddy looked at him as he walk and dial again.

Three days later, Ian finally got home. No bruise, no wounds not even a single scratch but he’s back to his parents’ laser eyes. It has also always been his routine to go to his mommy’s office after school and this afternoon, Wilson and House were in the office as well. The couple had been talking while Cuddy has a paper at hand and Ian and Wilson sat down on the couch looking and listening to them.
House: I told you my patient needed that surgery.
Cuddy: Greg, it doesn’t mean that you’re my husband, that would guarantee that I will allow you to perform unnecessary surgery just for what? Solving your puzzle?
House: Why do you always have to think about my damn puzzle? --- I need that surgery or he’ll die.
He noticed the paper his wife’s reading.
House: What’s that?
Cuddy: A letter from the board, meeting after work.
House: <sighed> You’re not going to allow me, do you?
Cuddy shook her head and House sighed. He turned his back, walked to his son and gave him a kiss on his forehead before walking to the door.
Ian: Papa I’m coming with you…
House: No, not this time. Papa’s going to work.
Ian tried to smile as his father walked out of the clinic. Wilson looked at Cuddy who was reading the paper.
Wilson: About that paper, you lied didn’t you?
Cuddy: <Looking at Wilson> He won’t sign this anyway…
Ian: <Stubbornly> Mom… Please… All my classmates are going…
Cuddy: Ian, you knew that we won’t let you join them in your rock climbing activity.
Wilson: Lisa, it isn’t a real rock climbing activity with rocky edges of a mountain, for god’s sake, it’s just an out of school gym class.
Cuddy: But still, things might turn out the other way, Wilson. I don’t want him to be one of those kids taking in the clinic with crack head and blood lost and he’ll end up like a vegetable on a wheelchair and ---
Wilson: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it. --- <sighed> Ian’s in a highly respected private school. There’s a reason why you and House chose that for your son. This school won’t allow that to happen to their pupil especially if it is the son of the top diagnostician of the country. Ian’s Gregory House’s son, you think they’ll let him fall from a twelve foot high rock wall?
Ian: <To his mom and still being sorrowful> Yah…
Ian folded his arms, placed it to the arm rest, turned his back from his mother, placed his head on the folded arms and starts to sobs in a fake way. Cuddy rolled her eyes and got her pen from the drawer.
Cuddy: Your father will kill me ---- <starts to sign the consent form> But I can’t look at you like that…
Ian, with head still on the folded arms, gave a smirk.