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Title: They're Ours
Author: Bry
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Claim & Prompt: baby; fluff (wordclaim50)
Notes: I'd kinda like to flesh this out more in perhaps other settings (because I like how I've laid this out), but this is the scene that came to me and I wanted to express it. And the names I just kinda picked (yes, one for obvious reasons) and the other because it 'fit' in the dorky little scheme. It's really not that sappy, though, I promise (not mpreg, either).
Summary: Somebody's still gotta see them.

It'd only been a month now. Not since they'd been away but since…those two joined them. Eric Devin and Evan Dominic Stokes-Sanders, born April 4th, 2008. Yes, both were officially theirs; the proof of which even existed directly on the boys' birth certificates. They'd gone to such lengths, finding a surrogate through an agency in California, after one of Nick's sisters—who already had three children of her own—agreed to harvest her eggs, and Greg 'donated' his sperm. A few trials later, there they were: five embryos had finally taken. They knew the risks, and for the sake of the two who would hopefully thrive, decided to terminate those other three. Not without much heartbreak and careful consideration of course, but they knew it was common, and all parties would be better off.

Both men were so excited and terrified, often taking separate trips during whatever downtime—or even work time, thanks to conference opportunities—to visit the woman carrying their children. Otherwise they called her, constantly, nervously thrilled by her every update. And then…it was time. A scheduled C-section, so they were able to take the proceeding time off. The boys were premature, naturally, and god, just so tiny. So…fragile. Nick's breath caught every time he touched them, and every time he saw them there, tubes and monitors attached, inside their little incubators. But they were healthy and strong, and within another few weeks both babies were allowed to go home.

And now that they were all settled in, with visits from Catherine and Warrick and even Sara, it was time to make a special visit before 'life' had to so fully resume again. Because, of course, there was just one person who still needed to see the babies, even if he wouldn't admit it.

With the strap of a diaper bag crossed over his chest like a sash, Greg held the door for both Nick and two car seat carriers. Nick balanced and maneuvered them quite impressively, offering a smile to the receptionist as she cooed and scampered over to fawn over the infants. Word began to spread as others gathered 'round. Both men graciously answered questions and beamed at all the professions of how adorable and gorgeous their children were.

Eventually they made it into the break room where the rest of their team soon gathered. Warrick, Sara, Catherine, and Grissom.

Both carriers sat upon the table now, with one sleeping baby and another surprisingly alert and eager to be picked up. Nick didn't hesitate to unbuckle the infant and scoop him up. "Come here, sweetie," he cooed with a babyish sort of growl, one hand cupping the head he then kissed.

"Now, which one is this?" Sara asked.

"Eric," Greg answered. "He, uh, he weighs about an ounce more than Evan," he continued through a restrained, almost bashfully proud smile.

Without hesitation, Nick asked Grissom, "You wanna hold him?"

Grissom's eyebrows twitched. "I thought…wasn't Sara interested?"

"We've all already held him. Both of them, actually. When we visited. You haven't been over to see them yet?" she replied.

"I–"

"That's okay, he doesn't mind. Do you, honey? Nooo," Nick said, again with the baby talk. "We just wanna be held, that's right," Nick went on, transferring the baby into Grissom's arms.

"He usually only talks that way to me," Greg playfully informed them.

"Yeah," Nick laughed. "There ya go, Gris. You got it." Pleased, Nick righted himself. "See, he won't bite."

But right on cute, little Eric began to whine, a quietly fussy thing that soon turned into a desperate, cackling cry.

"He–" Grissom began, almost appearing actually panicked, and offered the baby back.

"No, no." Nick held a finger up, then looked back. "Greg."

"I got it," Greg replied, digging into one of the diaper bag's compartments. "Here."

Nick promptly placed the pacifier into the baby's willing mouth, smiling softly as Eric's whining turned into contented grunts. "See, we don't have anything against Grissom, now do we? No," Nick shushed, stroking the baby's soft, dark hair.

"Well, that's good to know," Grissom quietly said, studying the baby, and almost becoming entranced as the infant's glossy brown eyes locked with his.

"He likes you," Greg said, a finger curled inside the still dozing Evan's tiny fist.

"He's in his alert mode now; he's studying you," Nick added.

Grissom looked up briefly, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I have to ask, Greggo—ya think he'd mind too much if I picked him up?" Catherine proposed of Evan.

"No, go ahead," Greg replied. "He's been in a coma for about an hour now. He might have another half hour left in him."

"Oh good," Catherine said, lifting the infant out of his seat. "God, I miss this. He smells so good."

"Yeah, for the moment anyway," Nick said. "He just blew out his pants a few hours ago. It went up his back and all over the crib. Greg cleaned him up pretty quick, though."

"Yeah, we had a good time. Bonded," Greg said.

"Oh don't I know it. Lindsay and I had plenty of our own 'mother-daughter' moments like that, too," Catherine told them.

"Hey, guys…" Sara began. "I meant to ask you this earlier but who's– Who's 'Daddy'?"

"Oh, well, of course we both are," Greg responded, "but we've decided Nick will be 'Daddy' and I'm,"—Greg shrugged—"'Papa'. I kinda prefer it, actually."

"And they're technically your nephews, correct, Nick?" Grissom asked.

"Yes, technically, but they're–"

"But they're ours," Greg finished for Nick. "The way we figure it—all we're made up of is a combination of our parents. And most siblings share thirty to seventy-five percent of the same genes with each other anyway. So, with Nick's sisters' genes combined with mine, all our children really are made up of is the same thing the two of us are. They're a combination of our parents, of our ancestors. This is as close as it can get, and we're happy with that."

"Yeah." Nick smiled. "What he said."

Comments

[onigaminanashi.livejournal.com]

*melts into a puddle of fuzzy goo*

That was soo adorable!!! *giggles*

And the boys taking the boys to see Grissom... *stares off into space, still gooey*

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Thanks for your comments :)

Yeah, part of the initial scene I envisioned was them taking the babies to the lab, and Grissom getting his first experience with them. I just had to write it.

[subluxate]

Awww, this is just adorable. It's one of the better kid fics I've read (and I think you read my post with how kid fics can annoy the hell out of me). The thoughts at the end are so very touching.

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Thanks :) I'm glad you thought it was 'better' than some of the other 'kidfics' you've read. Because I do see there's something certainly different. I've not turned them into women or made it overly sentimental, ya know? So far I really can see them acting this way.

[subluxate]

And you also have a plausible explanation for the babies, rather than simply randomly having them appear. That's a definite plus.

[justams.livejournal.com]

That is just the cutest thing ever! I can't stop smiling now. :D

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you felt that way :)

[michigangirl30.livejournal.com]

Nick with the baby talk and Greg with the scientific explanation of how the babies really are theirs and not just Nick's nephews and Greg's sons = sweet and touching and perfectly adorable.

And just because I'm a dorky mom... I have to agree with Cath, baby smell is great but formula fed babies don't smell nearly as sweet as breast fed babies. I could tell you all the reasons why, but I may gross you out. And that was seriously OT, sorry...

[starry-midnight.livejournal.com]

formula fed babies don't smell nearly as sweet as breast fed babies. I could tell you all the reasons why
...Why?

[michigangirl30.livejournal.com]

Well, I'll try and keep this as short as possible. And this is all my opinion, based on my experience, so someone else may just pishaw at my thoughts.

It's sort of a trade off really. Breast fed babies poop more often but there's no odor to it, while formula fed babies poop less often but it stinks. The same with spit-up, there is less with breast feeding (unless you express and feed from a bottle, then you get the same air bubbles in the tummy that cause most spit ups), and it doesn't smell bad. You get a little on ya, you don't really mind. The baby gets a little on them and you don't mind. Now, formula is so different. The spit up smells awful to me (I have a sensitive nose and when I got pregnant? it TRIPLED in sensitivity, I kid you not). I have experience with both since I had to start formula feeding my daughter at 6 months due to the my milk beginning to dry up. Anyway... when the formula spit ups happen, I had to change her, me and and anything else that it got on because it made me ill to smell it. But I never felt that way when breastfeeding, unless of course she soaked herself or me (or I soaked myself,eek). Most parents are really good at keeping their babies clean and dry yet.. I can usually still smell it. I can't count the times my girlfriend and I had this discussion since we were on opposite sides of the fence. But again, it's only my opinion and if you aren't a mom or a dad yet, you may not even notice the difference. This is making me miss those baby days. *sigh*

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Again, as I said in my other post--I'm really glad you're feeling this.

And, yeah, I think I get what you mean with the difference. And while I can't recall anything regarding the breast fed babies, for some odd reason I can still recall that formula one quite well. I haven't been around a real baby in so many years, but I still remember that smell. Anyway, as I might go into in another chapter, the way I figure it--especially since the boys were premature--Nick and Greg might have been working in conjunction with the surrogate to provide her breast milk for at least the first month, because they know the babies are really best off with it.

[schizojuc.livejournal.com]

Oh my! I could totally picture this! Greg with the diaper bag strap across his chest and Nick carrying both babies! I especially liked tactless Grissom with his they're technically your nephews, correct, Nick?!

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you could picture Nick and Greg like that--it was one of the first ideas that came to me. And, yes, tactless Grissom--I wanted to get the 'nephews' thing explained, and figured, well, who better to point it out, then?

Thanks for your thoughts :)

[realm-of-red.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'm not a baby person, but when you combine Nick and Greg and babies, awwwwwww, I get all wibbly and warm and fuzzy! I like the idea of Nick's sister donating eggs and with Greg's um, contribution, they really are their's. Great story, and I love it when Nick just hands the kid over to Grissom. He's never sure what to do with babies! Great fic, and I hope you do more like this!!!

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Nick just hands the kid over to Grissom
I like the way that sounds, lol. Yeah, I think that since Grissom is kind of a father figure to Nick, and because Grissom hadn't visited, he knew that while Grissom cared, he was certainly scared. So, to bypass that, there ya go--here's a baby.

[verisimilit-de.livejournal.com]

I really, really love this.

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Thank you; I'm glad :)

[amyvand25.livejournal.com]

This was just so cute! I'm not a baby person either, but two boys, especially macho ones, with babies....makes me all gooey inside. *sighs* Lovely!

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love men with babies. Granted, I love babies anyway, but men, especially attractive ones, and I'm gone...

Anyway, I'm very glad you enjoyed it :)

[downloadable08.livejournal.com]

Amen to that, sistah!

[anmani.livejournal.com]

Nick talking babytalk = ROTFLMAO

This is nice and fluffy and well Grissom is just so impractical sometimes.
/A

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

I can so see Nick talking like that with his babies. I mean he often talks with this bit of a babyish pout anyway--he'd go all out with his kids. I can see him being so very, very affectionate without the slightest bit of shame.

[justpeachykeen.livejournal.com]

*happy sigh* This was just too cute for words. Really lightened up my day. They'd both make such wonderful parents wouldn't they?

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

You know, it was kind of hard to picture Greg there initially, but I got another part finished and it's looking pretty good. I think they'd do pretty well.

Thanks for your thoughts :)

[serenity151979.livejournal.com]

Awww, this was so sweet! I really needed some sweetness tonight, and this was perfect. Babies! *grins crazily*

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

I'm glad I could provide the sweetness :)

[pnkrockprncess8.livejournal.com]

this is so cute and sweet! i really love this fic

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Glad you thought so :)

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)

[staticdisturbed.livejournal.com]

This was really sweet. I read it this morning and kept thinking about it during my long crappy day and it kept on cheering me up. Good job.

[boy-ish.livejournal.com]

I'm glad it could help you that much. I keep on thinking about it, too, adding new scenes and the like. I really do love this.

[downloadable08.livejournal.com]

Love this. Absolutely love it!

[csiwildchild.livejournal.com]

I LOVED IT! And props for using my birthday (bet you didn't know you did)! My birthday is April 4!!! Yay! And I graduate in 2008. Sweet!