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nickngregSorry for not updating sooner, but I had an extremely busy weekend.
Title: Is it worth it, chapter 5 Meet the parents
Pairing: Nick and Greg.
Rating: R
Summary: Nick gets a lot of visitors.
Spoiler/Warning: Set after Grave Danger.
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.
“Greg will you stay with me when the doctor comes? You know help me convince her that I don’t…” Nick lost his concentration and his hand started fiddling with his ‘woobie’ that had magically appeared. He exchanged a knowing glance with Warrick and they both focused on the baby; leaving Nick to come around in his own time.
“Have you ever sung for a band?” Warrick tried his best to ignore Nick’s state of mind, but the question held no sincere interest.
“Yeah during High School, but stopped early in college.” He went along with the small talk.
They talked music until Catherine and Sara arrived, doing what they could to avoid the emotional rollercoaster. Both women stared wide eyed at Louise when they entered and then they simultaneously burst into questions.
“I adopted her yesterday. Meet Louise Olivia Mortensen Sanders!” He deliberately pronounced her name in Danish leaving both his female colleagues gob smacked.
“You did what?” They exclaimed in unison, startling Nick back to the present.
“He adopted her, isn’t she just gorgeous?” Nick acted like he was the new parent and not him. Cath launched into a third degree interrogation of him and Sara did her best to throw in more questions. He answered most, but Nick often cut in and corrected or elaborated on his explanations.
“Hmm give him a break!” Grissom had once again entered unnoticed and he was more than grateful for the break.
“The clerk didn’t know what was best, so I got these five different ones for you.” Grissom held out a shopping bag for him. Nick tucked on his hand and he leaned down to hear what he had to say.
“It’s too much.” He nodded in response to Nick’s whisper.
“Guys, calm down. Nick doesn’t need all this excitement.” As if on cue the door opened and three doctors entered.
Grissom took Louise, the milk substitute and ushered the three other CSI’s out of the room. Nick was still holding his hand and did so throughout the doctor’s examination of him. They discussed his meds, his bites and his reactions at length. He did his best to help Nick through it. Eventually the doctors left after having readjusted Nick’s medication.
“She is just the most adorable little thing.” Sara was so ecstatic that she literally bounced around Grissom who was carrying the baby. Catherine wore a faint smile but her exhaustion shone clear through and she practically hung on Warrick for physical support.
“I know, did she have the whole bottle?” Nick reached out to take Louise from Grissom only then releasing his hand.
“Yes she did Nick. Here you go. Oh ups.” Louise had once again taken hold of Grissom’s beard.
He and Sara carefully extracted the baby’s fingers from Grissom’s beard, while Nick giggled at their sometimes rather futile efforts.
“Come on Cath, I’ll give you a ride home.” Warrick had an arm around an almost sleeping Catherine.
“I’ll walk you out.” The now freed Grissom stated. After a few proper goodbyes to Nick the two left with Grissom on their tail.
“When are your parents coming?” Sara shortly lifted her eyes to Nick but she returned them to Louise before he had a chance to answer.
“I don’t know. They probably have some phone calls to take care of before they leave the hotel.” Nick stroked Louise’s hair like he had never seen hair before. It struck him as funny, since Nick knew just about everything there is to know about hair.
“Mine are coming as fast as possible. My mum will probably make a serious attempt at the land speed record while my father hangs on for dear life.”
“Huh…? Oh they’re coming to see the baby.” Sara’s puzzled expression was replaced by a large grin when she got the idea. He nodded and Nick gave him the warmest smile he had seen in a very long time.
Nick’s parents showed up late in the morning and they both looked stressed to the breaking point. Nick’s mother eyed him and the baby curiously for a long time before she turned her full attention to her injured son. Nick’s father acknowledged his presence but not much more than that, the man was way too busy with his work often leaving the room to make phone calls.
There was a stream of visitors from the lab during the late morning and Grissom made sure that Nick only had visitors when he was able to. Sara went shopping for more baby food and she repeatedly refused to go home. Nick was polite to the people who came and thanked them all for their concern. Late in the afternoon his parents showed up and Grissom dragged Sara off insisting that they would both need sleep before their shift.
He introduced his parents to Nick’s and their mothers seemed to hit it off well.
“So son, after your mothers reckless driving here I would love a walk. Care to join me.” It was exactly what he needed and he accepted without hesitation. Nick gave him a worried look and he leaned down to explain.
“I need to talk to him and I’ll leave her here with you. Don’t worry.” He whispered and left with his father. Neither of them spoke till they were outside and walking in a quiet green area.
“So son, is he our son in law to be?” His father had put an arm behind his back and gave him a tuck on the shoulder bringing him close.
“Maybe… I don’t know yet… I kinda hope so. But he… you know…” The words were hard to find, but he knew that talking to his father would make everything so much better.
“I like him. He kinda reminds me of you mother.” He received another firm shake.
“He does? How?” He had never really noticed Nick as having something in common with his own mother.
“Yeah. When you were born, she was like he is with Louise. It’s small things, like how he looks at her and touches her. And how proud he is of her.” The happiness in his fathers’ voice was unmistakable.
“He does fuzz over her a lot.” He took a deep breath preparing himself for what he needed to say.
“And you son; surely looked like this picture my mother took of me standing behind your mother at the hospital when you were born.”
“Dad… I’ve… I used to flirt with him a lot before the explosion… And I thought that… I had plenty of time.” He paused and his father just waited for him to continue.
“I just… you were sick and I needed you.” Tears were running down his cheeks and the words came out in the most whining way.
“I just couldn’t deal with having come so close to dying.” They had stopped and he was crying into his fathers’ shoulder. The strong arms wrapped around him comforted him more than any counseling session in the past two years had done.
“I felt like the explosion was all my fault and Sara got injured too. It hurt so bad and all the time in the hospital and now Nick is laying in there like that and it is so humiliating. I couldn’t… When I returned to work my hands were shaking and I couldn’t do my job like I used to. I kept questioning myself about everything I did and I just felt like such a dimwit. Somehow…” He drew in a long trembling breath and carried on.
“I’m so sorry dad. I totally lost sight of everything after that stupid explosion.” He hiccupped the words out standing enclosed in his fathers’ arms.
“Greg son, you had a traumatic experience and it can take a long time. You put on blinkers to survive.” The low rumble of his fathers’ words took the top of his anxiety.
“Guess I did. Being alive became…” He broke down by the thought of how he had wasted two years of his life only attempting to live.
“You survived and that is a hard thing to deal with. Why were you chosen to suffer and not die? It’s only natural to ask yourself that. I know that you needed me, but… having a tumor even a benign one is no walk the fucking park.” He cried even harder at the thought of his fathers’ potential death.
“But we’re both here today alive. And you have made me a grandfather. You know most people get at least 6 months to prepare for that.” His father ruffled his hair.
“Hey you know me. It’s all or nothing.” The emotional rollercoaster ride came to a gentle stop as he knew it would once he’d had a chance to talk to his father, his eternal emotional guide.
“Oh yeah. Now where could you have got that from?” The old joke referred as always to his mother.
“You chose her for your mate.” He bantered back.
“So son why don’t we head back, so I can get to know my little granddaughter?”
“Sure if you can pry her away from Nick.” He wiped his eyes and gladly accepted the tissue his father held out for him.
“He does seem very fond of her. What is he like normally?”
“Nice, he’s a gentleman and he has got this to-die-for smile. We’ve always had good chemistry, ha ha.” As they walked back to the hospital he talked nonstop about Nick.
In the lobby they met Nick’s father barking orders into his cell phone. When he saw them he ended the call and followed them up.
“It seems like I have to go back.” Mr. Stokes sighed and studied them with a scary intensity. He felt worse than a bug must under Grissom’s stare.
“Well they won’t hold him for that long. Just until they’ve got the ant bites under control.” He received a court nod from Mr. Stokes.
“Oh Bill is everything okay?” Nick’s mother asked even if her whole body language gave away that she already knew different. His own mother was sitting on the floor playing with Louise and Nick slept snoring lightly. He wondered if that sound would annoy him over time or if it would please him.
“No. I gotta go back. Any news from the doctors?” The women shook their heads and he sat down next to Louise.
“Do we have to leave now Bill?” Mrs. Stokes put a deliberately plea in her voice and he recognized it from Nick.
“We’ll wait till he wakes up.” Mr. Stokes had moved over to stand behind his wife looking at his son with troubled eyes.
“Maybe we should go to your place Greg?” His father knelt down next to him accompanied by the popping sound from old knees.
“Could you do some shopping first? I mean I haven’t got all that much for this little beauty.” Louise pulled on his left ear and he had to stifle his yelp of pain not to wake Nick. His mother drew out a pen and some paper from her handbag. Together they made a list of the most basic stuff and he had no idea how he was going to be able to afford it all. His parents took off with a promise to return later with his digital camera so he could take pictures of Louise.
Nick woke up just before dinner and was of course put out of it by his parents’ eminent departure. After some tears and a lot of comforting words the couple left.
“Greg?” The ‘Stokes’-plea wasn’t lost on him.
“Yes.” He leaned back in the chair waiting for whatever was to come.
“Have you been crying?” The sweet care in those words melted his heart and released a few more tears.
“Yeah, actually howling my face off would be a more appropriate choice of words.” The guard dog nurse entered with their food putting a hold on their conversation.
“I made sure that her food is the right one. I got quite an earful over yesterdays serving.” She flicked her head and smiled her knowing smile at them.
“She is the strangest of them all.” Nick mused as he gave his soup a discontent look.
“What; is it the same as yesterday?” He presented his goofy grin to the displeased Texan.
“No, it has the wrong color.” Nick took a spoonful and showed him the greenish fluid.
“Hmm yeah, like somebody has had way too much parsley.” He laughed and began to feed Louise her porridge.
“But the color only becomes affected if you have an infection, doesn’t it?” Nick hadn’t caught the joke and in his attempt not to laugh he swallowed his potato wrong leaving him coughing hard.
“G. are you alright?” Nick’s face lost all color as the panic settled in him. It took him a lot of coughing and some water before he was rid of the potato.
“I’m okay. Just got it down the wrong way. Sorry man, didn’t mean to upset you.” His voice sounded like a door squeaking after his coughing fit. Louise just stared at him with her big blue eyes.
“You really had me worried there.” Nick’s words softened and his face regained its color.
“I’m fine. It takes more than a potato to do me in.” The squeak had almost gone from his voice and just to prove his point he went for another potato.
“Hmm I surely hope so. Do I have to eat this?”
“Stop whining Nick. You ought to know by now that the way out of here is eating your food, taking your meds and no scratching.” He put on a mothering voice. That earned him a slap on the arm and a frown.
“Very funny. Here I am all worried about you and all you do is boss me around.” Nick continued to whine.
“Well somebody has to boss you around, you like that don’t you?” He couldn’t help the very suggestive flirt and it had Nick turning into a tomato. Ignoring Nick he fed Louise some more porridge and ate more of his own food.
“What if I do?” He barely heard Nick’s embarrassed whisper.
“Then you’ve come to the right place.” He gave Nick the sexiest smirk he could muster and picked up some spilled porridge from Louise. It somehow added to his superiority over the older Texan that he was feeding her at the same time.
“When you’ve been with… guys are you always top?” Nick shone bright red and his voice was so unlike his normal simply out of embarrassment.
“Top, bottom, dominator, dominated whatever pleased me.”
“Bottom… How come we end up talking about sex when we are eating?” The blush on Nick’s face faded and he began eating the soup.
“Food, sleep, sex, shelter are basic needs. So it’s only natural.” Louise spat out the porridge he had just given her and he figured that she had probably had her fill.
“Oh yeah that’s Ma… What is it called? You know that pyramid stating your needs.”
“Can’t remember, but when we get out of here we can Google for it.”
“So you’d been howling you said.” Nick had obviously had enough sex-talk for the moment. In between mouthfuls of food he told Nick about his conversation with his father. In return Nick told him what had happened between their mothers.
“My momma asked if… you know we’re an item.” Nick held the glass for Louise as she drank.
“It seems like everybody thinks so these days.” He lapsed into a pensive mood.
“I’ve always loved that concentrated pout on you.” Nick caught him off guard and he wished he had mirror, because he had no idea how he looked at that moment.
“Huh?”
“Hmm, the way you totally focus on something and it’s like you have to force your lips together to hold your tongue in. It just looks so sweet.” Nick definitely could do with a lesser dosage.
“Maslow.” The name dawned on him while he tried to come up with an appropriate come back for Nick’s sweet talk.
“What…? Oh the guy with the pyramid of needs.” Nick sported a confused look and he couldn’t really blame him with the way they had jumped topics for the past 10 minutes.
“Have you finished your soup Nick?” He craned his neck to look into the bowl.
“Almost and it tastes worse than protein powder.” Nick spooned up the last and swallowed it.
After their meal Louise needed a change of clothes and Nick insisted on helping. It was clumsy work undressing her simply because Nick cradled her too much leaving him very little room to work. For each hour that passed he became more and more certain that he indeed would come to live with Nick. But he kept telling himself that Nick was still influenced by very strong drugs and that he might have a change of heart once ‘sober’.
The guard dog nurse retrieved the plates and he went to give Louise a fresh diaper. Since the last time he had been to bathroom a changing table had appeared and he wondered what made him/her/Nick so special. When he came back his parents were in Nick’s room.
“Hey, we brought the camera as promised.” His mum spoke English probably out of courtesy to Nick. He laid Louise down next to Nick ignoring his mothers’ outstretched arms. Nick gently wrapped a protective arm around her.
“I’ll just walk my parents out alright?” Nick nodded and they left the room.
“Do you think that he’s ever gonna give her back to you?” The concern in his fathers’ voice made an additional puzzle piece find its rightful place.
“I have my doubts. He’s actually asked me to move in… as roommates for starters.”
“Whatever you choose we’ll be here for you.” His mother hugged him and whispered:
“Jeg elsker deg.”
He whispered the same words of endearment back and then she launched into a long explanation of what they had bought for Louise and how it was all a gift from them to their first grandchild.
A/N: Thank you all for the emails and reviews telling me that elusive word I needed. I just never had to deal with a baby when I was in England and somehow the word just never made it into my vocabulary until now.
Jeg elsker deg= I love you
Title: Is it worth it, chapter 5 Meet the parents
Pairing: Nick and Greg.
Rating: R
Summary: Nick gets a lot of visitors.
Spoiler/Warning: Set after Grave Danger.
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.
“Greg will you stay with me when the doctor comes? You know help me convince her that I don’t…” Nick lost his concentration and his hand started fiddling with his ‘woobie’ that had magically appeared. He exchanged a knowing glance with Warrick and they both focused on the baby; leaving Nick to come around in his own time.
“Have you ever sung for a band?” Warrick tried his best to ignore Nick’s state of mind, but the question held no sincere interest.
“Yeah during High School, but stopped early in college.” He went along with the small talk.
They talked music until Catherine and Sara arrived, doing what they could to avoid the emotional rollercoaster. Both women stared wide eyed at Louise when they entered and then they simultaneously burst into questions.
“I adopted her yesterday. Meet Louise Olivia Mortensen Sanders!” He deliberately pronounced her name in Danish leaving both his female colleagues gob smacked.
“You did what?” They exclaimed in unison, startling Nick back to the present.
“He adopted her, isn’t she just gorgeous?” Nick acted like he was the new parent and not him. Cath launched into a third degree interrogation of him and Sara did her best to throw in more questions. He answered most, but Nick often cut in and corrected or elaborated on his explanations.
“Hmm give him a break!” Grissom had once again entered unnoticed and he was more than grateful for the break.
“The clerk didn’t know what was best, so I got these five different ones for you.” Grissom held out a shopping bag for him. Nick tucked on his hand and he leaned down to hear what he had to say.
“It’s too much.” He nodded in response to Nick’s whisper.
“Guys, calm down. Nick doesn’t need all this excitement.” As if on cue the door opened and three doctors entered.
Grissom took Louise, the milk substitute and ushered the three other CSI’s out of the room. Nick was still holding his hand and did so throughout the doctor’s examination of him. They discussed his meds, his bites and his reactions at length. He did his best to help Nick through it. Eventually the doctors left after having readjusted Nick’s medication.
“She is just the most adorable little thing.” Sara was so ecstatic that she literally bounced around Grissom who was carrying the baby. Catherine wore a faint smile but her exhaustion shone clear through and she practically hung on Warrick for physical support.
“I know, did she have the whole bottle?” Nick reached out to take Louise from Grissom only then releasing his hand.
“Yes she did Nick. Here you go. Oh ups.” Louise had once again taken hold of Grissom’s beard.
He and Sara carefully extracted the baby’s fingers from Grissom’s beard, while Nick giggled at their sometimes rather futile efforts.
“Come on Cath, I’ll give you a ride home.” Warrick had an arm around an almost sleeping Catherine.
“I’ll walk you out.” The now freed Grissom stated. After a few proper goodbyes to Nick the two left with Grissom on their tail.
“When are your parents coming?” Sara shortly lifted her eyes to Nick but she returned them to Louise before he had a chance to answer.
“I don’t know. They probably have some phone calls to take care of before they leave the hotel.” Nick stroked Louise’s hair like he had never seen hair before. It struck him as funny, since Nick knew just about everything there is to know about hair.
“Mine are coming as fast as possible. My mum will probably make a serious attempt at the land speed record while my father hangs on for dear life.”
“Huh…? Oh they’re coming to see the baby.” Sara’s puzzled expression was replaced by a large grin when she got the idea. He nodded and Nick gave him the warmest smile he had seen in a very long time.
Nick’s parents showed up late in the morning and they both looked stressed to the breaking point. Nick’s mother eyed him and the baby curiously for a long time before she turned her full attention to her injured son. Nick’s father acknowledged his presence but not much more than that, the man was way too busy with his work often leaving the room to make phone calls.
There was a stream of visitors from the lab during the late morning and Grissom made sure that Nick only had visitors when he was able to. Sara went shopping for more baby food and she repeatedly refused to go home. Nick was polite to the people who came and thanked them all for their concern. Late in the afternoon his parents showed up and Grissom dragged Sara off insisting that they would both need sleep before their shift.
He introduced his parents to Nick’s and their mothers seemed to hit it off well.
“So son, after your mothers reckless driving here I would love a walk. Care to join me.” It was exactly what he needed and he accepted without hesitation. Nick gave him a worried look and he leaned down to explain.
“I need to talk to him and I’ll leave her here with you. Don’t worry.” He whispered and left with his father. Neither of them spoke till they were outside and walking in a quiet green area.
“So son, is he our son in law to be?” His father had put an arm behind his back and gave him a tuck on the shoulder bringing him close.
“Maybe… I don’t know yet… I kinda hope so. But he… you know…” The words were hard to find, but he knew that talking to his father would make everything so much better.
“I like him. He kinda reminds me of you mother.” He received another firm shake.
“He does? How?” He had never really noticed Nick as having something in common with his own mother.
“Yeah. When you were born, she was like he is with Louise. It’s small things, like how he looks at her and touches her. And how proud he is of her.” The happiness in his fathers’ voice was unmistakable.
“He does fuzz over her a lot.” He took a deep breath preparing himself for what he needed to say.
“And you son; surely looked like this picture my mother took of me standing behind your mother at the hospital when you were born.”
“Dad… I’ve… I used to flirt with him a lot before the explosion… And I thought that… I had plenty of time.” He paused and his father just waited for him to continue.
“I just… you were sick and I needed you.” Tears were running down his cheeks and the words came out in the most whining way.
“I just couldn’t deal with having come so close to dying.” They had stopped and he was crying into his fathers’ shoulder. The strong arms wrapped around him comforted him more than any counseling session in the past two years had done.
“I felt like the explosion was all my fault and Sara got injured too. It hurt so bad and all the time in the hospital and now Nick is laying in there like that and it is so humiliating. I couldn’t… When I returned to work my hands were shaking and I couldn’t do my job like I used to. I kept questioning myself about everything I did and I just felt like such a dimwit. Somehow…” He drew in a long trembling breath and carried on.
“I’m so sorry dad. I totally lost sight of everything after that stupid explosion.” He hiccupped the words out standing enclosed in his fathers’ arms.
“Greg son, you had a traumatic experience and it can take a long time. You put on blinkers to survive.” The low rumble of his fathers’ words took the top of his anxiety.
“Guess I did. Being alive became…” He broke down by the thought of how he had wasted two years of his life only attempting to live.
“You survived and that is a hard thing to deal with. Why were you chosen to suffer and not die? It’s only natural to ask yourself that. I know that you needed me, but… having a tumor even a benign one is no walk the fucking park.” He cried even harder at the thought of his fathers’ potential death.
“But we’re both here today alive. And you have made me a grandfather. You know most people get at least 6 months to prepare for that.” His father ruffled his hair.
“Hey you know me. It’s all or nothing.” The emotional rollercoaster ride came to a gentle stop as he knew it would once he’d had a chance to talk to his father, his eternal emotional guide.
“Oh yeah. Now where could you have got that from?” The old joke referred as always to his mother.
“You chose her for your mate.” He bantered back.
“So son why don’t we head back, so I can get to know my little granddaughter?”
“Sure if you can pry her away from Nick.” He wiped his eyes and gladly accepted the tissue his father held out for him.
“He does seem very fond of her. What is he like normally?”
“Nice, he’s a gentleman and he has got this to-die-for smile. We’ve always had good chemistry, ha ha.” As they walked back to the hospital he talked nonstop about Nick.
In the lobby they met Nick’s father barking orders into his cell phone. When he saw them he ended the call and followed them up.
“It seems like I have to go back.” Mr. Stokes sighed and studied them with a scary intensity. He felt worse than a bug must under Grissom’s stare.
“Well they won’t hold him for that long. Just until they’ve got the ant bites under control.” He received a court nod from Mr. Stokes.
“Oh Bill is everything okay?” Nick’s mother asked even if her whole body language gave away that she already knew different. His own mother was sitting on the floor playing with Louise and Nick slept snoring lightly. He wondered if that sound would annoy him over time or if it would please him.
“No. I gotta go back. Any news from the doctors?” The women shook their heads and he sat down next to Louise.
“Do we have to leave now Bill?” Mrs. Stokes put a deliberately plea in her voice and he recognized it from Nick.
“We’ll wait till he wakes up.” Mr. Stokes had moved over to stand behind his wife looking at his son with troubled eyes.
“Maybe we should go to your place Greg?” His father knelt down next to him accompanied by the popping sound from old knees.
“Could you do some shopping first? I mean I haven’t got all that much for this little beauty.” Louise pulled on his left ear and he had to stifle his yelp of pain not to wake Nick. His mother drew out a pen and some paper from her handbag. Together they made a list of the most basic stuff and he had no idea how he was going to be able to afford it all. His parents took off with a promise to return later with his digital camera so he could take pictures of Louise.
Nick woke up just before dinner and was of course put out of it by his parents’ eminent departure. After some tears and a lot of comforting words the couple left.
“Greg?” The ‘Stokes’-plea wasn’t lost on him.
“Yes.” He leaned back in the chair waiting for whatever was to come.
“Have you been crying?” The sweet care in those words melted his heart and released a few more tears.
“Yeah, actually howling my face off would be a more appropriate choice of words.” The guard dog nurse entered with their food putting a hold on their conversation.
“I made sure that her food is the right one. I got quite an earful over yesterdays serving.” She flicked her head and smiled her knowing smile at them.
“She is the strangest of them all.” Nick mused as he gave his soup a discontent look.
“What; is it the same as yesterday?” He presented his goofy grin to the displeased Texan.
“No, it has the wrong color.” Nick took a spoonful and showed him the greenish fluid.
“Hmm yeah, like somebody has had way too much parsley.” He laughed and began to feed Louise her porridge.
“But the color only becomes affected if you have an infection, doesn’t it?” Nick hadn’t caught the joke and in his attempt not to laugh he swallowed his potato wrong leaving him coughing hard.
“G. are you alright?” Nick’s face lost all color as the panic settled in him. It took him a lot of coughing and some water before he was rid of the potato.
“I’m okay. Just got it down the wrong way. Sorry man, didn’t mean to upset you.” His voice sounded like a door squeaking after his coughing fit. Louise just stared at him with her big blue eyes.
“You really had me worried there.” Nick’s words softened and his face regained its color.
“I’m fine. It takes more than a potato to do me in.” The squeak had almost gone from his voice and just to prove his point he went for another potato.
“Hmm I surely hope so. Do I have to eat this?”
“Stop whining Nick. You ought to know by now that the way out of here is eating your food, taking your meds and no scratching.” He put on a mothering voice. That earned him a slap on the arm and a frown.
“Very funny. Here I am all worried about you and all you do is boss me around.” Nick continued to whine.
“Well somebody has to boss you around, you like that don’t you?” He couldn’t help the very suggestive flirt and it had Nick turning into a tomato. Ignoring Nick he fed Louise some more porridge and ate more of his own food.
“What if I do?” He barely heard Nick’s embarrassed whisper.
“Then you’ve come to the right place.” He gave Nick the sexiest smirk he could muster and picked up some spilled porridge from Louise. It somehow added to his superiority over the older Texan that he was feeding her at the same time.
“When you’ve been with… guys are you always top?” Nick shone bright red and his voice was so unlike his normal simply out of embarrassment.
“Top, bottom, dominator, dominated whatever pleased me.”
“Bottom… How come we end up talking about sex when we are eating?” The blush on Nick’s face faded and he began eating the soup.
“Food, sleep, sex, shelter are basic needs. So it’s only natural.” Louise spat out the porridge he had just given her and he figured that she had probably had her fill.
“Oh yeah that’s Ma… What is it called? You know that pyramid stating your needs.”
“Can’t remember, but when we get out of here we can Google for it.”
“So you’d been howling you said.” Nick had obviously had enough sex-talk for the moment. In between mouthfuls of food he told Nick about his conversation with his father. In return Nick told him what had happened between their mothers.
“My momma asked if… you know we’re an item.” Nick held the glass for Louise as she drank.
“It seems like everybody thinks so these days.” He lapsed into a pensive mood.
“I’ve always loved that concentrated pout on you.” Nick caught him off guard and he wished he had mirror, because he had no idea how he looked at that moment.
“Huh?”
“Hmm, the way you totally focus on something and it’s like you have to force your lips together to hold your tongue in. It just looks so sweet.” Nick definitely could do with a lesser dosage.
“Maslow.” The name dawned on him while he tried to come up with an appropriate come back for Nick’s sweet talk.
“What…? Oh the guy with the pyramid of needs.” Nick sported a confused look and he couldn’t really blame him with the way they had jumped topics for the past 10 minutes.
“Have you finished your soup Nick?” He craned his neck to look into the bowl.
“Almost and it tastes worse than protein powder.” Nick spooned up the last and swallowed it.
After their meal Louise needed a change of clothes and Nick insisted on helping. It was clumsy work undressing her simply because Nick cradled her too much leaving him very little room to work. For each hour that passed he became more and more certain that he indeed would come to live with Nick. But he kept telling himself that Nick was still influenced by very strong drugs and that he might have a change of heart once ‘sober’.
The guard dog nurse retrieved the plates and he went to give Louise a fresh diaper. Since the last time he had been to bathroom a changing table had appeared and he wondered what made him/her/Nick so special. When he came back his parents were in Nick’s room.
“Hey, we brought the camera as promised.” His mum spoke English probably out of courtesy to Nick. He laid Louise down next to Nick ignoring his mothers’ outstretched arms. Nick gently wrapped a protective arm around her.
“I’ll just walk my parents out alright?” Nick nodded and they left the room.
“Do you think that he’s ever gonna give her back to you?” The concern in his fathers’ voice made an additional puzzle piece find its rightful place.
“I have my doubts. He’s actually asked me to move in… as roommates for starters.”
“Whatever you choose we’ll be here for you.” His mother hugged him and whispered:
“Jeg elsker deg.”
He whispered the same words of endearment back and then she launched into a long explanation of what they had bought for Louise and how it was all a gift from them to their first grandchild.
A/N: Thank you all for the emails and reviews telling me that elusive word I needed. I just never had to deal with a baby when I was in England and somehow the word just never made it into my vocabulary until now.
Jeg elsker deg= I love you
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