nickngreg | Fic: Life Changes 25/29

TITLE: LIFE CHANGES
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Nick/Greg
WARNINGS: Very adult content and language
SUMMARY: A casual remark can change a life
SPOILERS: None
BANNER: Created by Bflyw
DISCLAIMER: If you don’t recognize it, it’s mine. Otherwise, everything belongs to Bruckheimer, CBS and Zuicker.

Previous chapters can be found here

LeAnn had been gone for 15 minutes or so and there had not been a word spoken in the Stokes-Sanders House. Nick had gone through the nightly routine of checking doors & windows and setting the alarm system. Greg was already bathed, medicated and ready for bed when LeAnn dropped by so there was nothing to do for him. Nick changed into his loose sleep pants and a soft, old shirt and sat down in the comfy recliner beside Greg’s bed.

Greg finally looked at Nick and said, “OK. We have to talk”

Nick just nodded. LeAnn had laid a bombshell in their laps. She had started by telling them she was redoing her will now that all the financial details were completed regarding Jacob’s death. Leah’s god-parents, her sister and brother-in-law, were currently listed as Leah’s guardians in case anything happened to LeAnn BUT they had been transferred to North Carolina and it looked as though they were going to be there for good. Leah who was 7 going on 40 had made it very clear that if she lost her mother she sure didn’t want to be moved clear across the United States to live in a strange place with strange people. She wanted Greg and Nick to be her parents if LeAnn wasn’t around. LeAnn had come to ask Greg and Nick what they thought about the idea.

They were both thrilled; not that they wanted anything to happen to Lee but they had come to love Leah like the daughter they knew they would never have and the idea that she returned their feelings made them both so happy, it was hard not to tear up a little.

That was great but what came next was what left them speechless. Lee said she and Leah had been trying for months to think of something they could do for the two men to let them know how much they loved them and how grateful they were for what Greg had tried to do for Jacob. They had come up with the perfect way to thank them and perpetuate Jacob’s memory. LeAnn was going to give them a baby of their own.

She told them she had spoken at length with Dr. Fredricks, the head of the fertility department at Desert Palms. He had referred her to Dr. Charles Hendersen. Dr. Hendersen was a psychiatrist who worked with the fertility clinic. He specialized in emotional issues resulting from fertility problems. He was also very good at evaluating women who were willing to be surrogates. LeAnn had 6 interviews with Dr. Hendersen and he had pronounced her the most stabile young woman he’d ever had the pleasure on interviewing. Every thing was a go.

She went on to tell them they had two choices. The usual; which was one of them providing the sperm which would be used to perform artificial insemination. The second, a little more unusual but the one Lee personally thought would be perfect for Greg and Nick was for one of them to provide the sperm and the other to provide an egg from a close female relative. After invitro-fertilization was performed in the lab, the fertilized ovum would be transplanted into Lee’s womb and the resulting child would be a combination of both of them.

Neither Nick nor Greg had been able to say a word and LeAnn had smiled, finished her tea, gently closed Greg’s mouth and kissed him good bye and then did the same to Nick, telling him to walk her to the door so he could lock it and set the alarm system when she left.

Now it was time to make a decision.

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Nick said, “Yeah. So what do you think?”

Greg said, “I think you have to be the one to say yes or no.”

“Why me? This concerns both of us.”

“Nick, get real. A baby needs to be held and fed and diapered and bathed and burped and cuddled. It’s a red letter day for me when I can get my hand up to scratch my nose. You will be stuck doing all of that for a baby while you are trying to take care of me and work a job. I can’t be the one to put you through all that.”

Nick glared at Greg and said, “Bull Shit Greg. Look me in the eye and tell me you aren’t doing cart wheels in your head over the idea of us having not just a baby but a baby from both of us; our own baby. Say you don’t want this. I dare you!”

Greg’s eyes filled with tears. “God Nick, the idea of a little Nicky; just like you. He’d have your dark eyes and black hair and please God your dimples. Of course he’d have to have my fashion sense and good taste in music.”

Nick got up, walked over and carefully crawled in bed with Greg. He slipped his arm under his head and pushed a pillow behind Greg’s hips so he could roll up on his right side enough so they were looking each into each other’s eyes. “What makes you think it’s going to be a boy?”

“Because that’s what I want and that’s what I’m going to get; a little boy.”

“So you do want to do this.”

“Yes, yes, yes…I want to do this more than anything in this world. Nick, you would have something of both of us if anything ever happens tmpmpmp.”

Nick stopped Greg’s word with a passionate, hungry kiss. “Don’t you dare even think like that. We haven’t come this far for you to be thinking about something happening. It’s already happened and we’ve lived through it. I love you and as far as a baby being a lot of work, well anything worth while is a lot of work. It’s going to be a couple of months before we can get everything ready and then assuming Lee gets pregnant the first time we still have 9 months. In 9 months, you will be able to use your arms and I’ll bet your upper body strength will be better than it ever was before. You’re going to be the most awesome father this town has ever seen.”

Greg swallowed, suddenly leaned forward and kissed Nick until they both were breathless. When he pulled away, he looked deeply into Nick’s eyes and said, “We really are going to do this then?”

Nick grinned his biggest, sweetest, grin; the one that made his dimples flash and said, “You bet your sweet, sexy, maybe-grown-together ass we’re going to do this.”

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After that, things went into overdrive. Greg called his cousin Greta. Her mother was 10 months younger than Greg’s mother and people had always mistaken them for twins. It was a family joke that you could mix Greta’s baby pictures with Greg’s and no one could tell them apart without looking at the backs. They had a bad couple of hours when Greta told them she would do it in a heartbeat EXCEPT shortly after Greg was shot, Greta had been diagnosed with breast cancer. She’d had a mastectomy but the cancer had spread to her ovaries. They had been removed and chemo plus radiation seemed to have the cancer under control but no eggs. Greg was sick that he hadn’t been there for her but Greta told him he was with her every step. She said when she was afraid and lost heart, she would call Nick and ask how he was and he would tell her that Greg was still fighting to stay with them. She said it gave her courage to fight also.

Unlike Nick and his large family, Greg was an only child and Greta was the only female relative he had who he felt would be willing to make such a huge sacrifice. Nick told him they would use Greg’s sperm then but Greg refused. He reminded Nick that he’d been on morphine, Percodan, Darvocet and a lot more stuff that they probably didn’t even know about. He’d not had an erection let alone an orgasm in more than a year. He wouldn’t even consider using his sperm. It had to be Nick’s or the whole thing was off. They were about to have a big fight when the phone rang again. It was Heidi, Greta’s daughter.

“Hey Greg, I just came in and found Mom in a pool of tears. What’s going on?”

Greg briefly explained the situation and Heidi said, “Well what am I; chopped liver?”

Greg said, “What are you talking about girl?”

“Greg, I’m nineteen, healthy as a horse and I’ll bet my eggs would put Mom’s to shame. If my raging hormones are any indication, I’ve got eggs to spare and they are all yours.”

After that, their lives became something out of a Keystone Kops movie. Everything was speeded up. Annie and Catherine practically moved in with them because of the phone calls and the appointments and the schedules. They had to get Heidi to Las Vegas at the optimum moment to harvest her eggs, they had to get Nick’s sperm to the lab, they had to make sure the fertilized ova would be implanted at the perfect time to ensure it would implant in LeAnn's uterus. Everyone was a nervous wreck and one night Nick, just collapsed on Greg’s shoulder and cried in frustration.

“God Greg, I feel like a prize bull. I’m supposed to perform on cue. What if I can’t get it up? What if I can’t produce enough sperm? What if my sperm's no good? What if…..”

Greg hugged Nick tight and said, “What if I called Collin to come out and help you?”

Nick pulled back and fixed his loving spouse with a death glare. “Don’t even say that as a joke. Do you hear me?”

Greg grinned, “Yes I hear you and my suggestion was just as dumb as all your worries. You are going to be fine and your sperm is going to be the most gorgeous swimmers that lab has ever seen. Now kiss me and stop worrying.”

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Things really did seem to be perfect until they got the call from Greta. Heidi had fallen down a flight of stairs at school and broken her leg. She was not going to be able to come to Las Vegas. What were they going to do?

The dialing Diva’s got to work. Two hours later everything was arranged. Heidi had to stay in the hospital for a week; it turned out to be a compound fracture. Dr. Fredrick’s called some colleagues in Palo Alto and arranged for them to harvest the eggs. The eggs would be delivered to him in Las Vegas. Nick would deliver his donation when the eggs arrived at the clinic and everything would continue as planned. Everyone was rejoicing until Greg yelled for quiet and asked how the eggs would be delivered. Everyone had an idea and the sound level was just slightly below the noise heard at the Tower of Babel when Grissom called for attention and said, “Well it’s obvious. I’ll drive down to Palo Alto, pick up the eggs and drive them back here.”

Everyone agreed that was a great idea but Warrick trumped that idea when he spoke up and said, “Yeah Gris that really is a good idea except for one thing. You drive like the original little old lady from Pasadena so Cath and I will be the FED-EGGS delivery service.”

He turned to Cath and said, “What do you say baby, you want to go down the night before and spend the night at the ‘Top of the Mark’ in San Francisco. We haven’t had a night to ourselves in a while.” Cath was all for it. Gris was still grumbling that he wasn’t that slow when Annie and Jim decided they would go also. They could use a night of pampering too.

Annie and Cath had bonded in about 5 minutes flat and were now the closest of friends. Jim had changed a lot since Annie and he married and the four had become closer than family. It was all settled. Now all they had to do was wait.

Greg filled the time by working twice as hard at his rehab. He was determined to be in the delivery room with Lee and Nick when their child was born and he was going to be helping not just sitting there in his chair making them wait on him. Lamb Chop finally told him he had to slow down; three sets a day was enough, four was too much. Greg was also making plans for his future. No one had said anything but it was obvious that Greg would never again be able to go in the field and do what he loved more than anything. He decided that he could weep and moan about it or give thanks for every miracle he’d been given and find something else to do. Brass came to his rescue when he asked Greg to help him write the book he’d been talking about for the last 2 years. They began work on Fiction vs Fact; A Real Life Cop’s Views on Crime in Literature. No one was more surprised than they were when their book was published and within 3 months hit the New York Times Best Seller List. All of a sudden, they were published authors and both were receiving dozens of requests for guest appearances. Greg told Brass he had to do it and Brass told Greg he was the ‘pretty boy’ and he ought to do it. They were still arguing about it months later.

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It was the day. Heidi’s eggs were being harvested that morning. Greg and Nick had asked everyone to give them some space and they were blessedly alone. Nick was so nervous he couldn’t sit still. Greg had him help him up into his chair. He had made great improvements in the last 4 weeks. He could stay up for more that 30 minutes now and it was the perfect opportunity for Nick to change his bed linens. He got the bed remade and Greg’s bedside work area straightened up. He took the urinal into the bath to empty and clean and when he came back he started to sit in his recliner next to Greg but Greg stopped him and said, “Come here.”

Nick walked over to his partner and leaned over to give him a kiss. He was surprised when the casual kiss turned into something with a lot more heat and then he felt Greg’s hands unbutton his jeans. He stood up and looked down at the beautiful flushed face of his love. He said, “Greggo, what are you doing?”

Greg just smiled and slowly unzipped Nick’s pants. He pushed them down his thighs and then slipped his hands up Nick’s thighs and over his briefs. He hooked his fingers in the waist band and began to slowly pull them down Nick’s body. When Nick’s cock sprang free, he leaned forward and slowly licked a wet strip up to the head. He looked up at Nick, his beautiful eyes shining through the thick veil of lashes that Nick loved so much, “If you don’t know baby, it’s really been too long; for both of us.”

He gently pushed Nick back so he was sitting on the bed he’d just made. He pulled on Nick’s knees and Nick lifted his legs and put his feel on the arms of Greg’s chair. He took Nick’s shoes and socks off and let them drop on the floor. He slowly pulled Nick’s pants off first one leg and then the other. He did it very slowly, looking into Nick’s eyes the whole time. He put all the love and devotion he felt for his husband, his partner into that look.

Nick caught his breath and thought if he died right then, that would be the last thing he would ever want to see. Greg’s beautiful eyes, looking at him with so much love it made him close his eyes for a second. Then he felt Greg’s hands slowly running up the inside of his thighs. Greg slipped his arms over Nick’s legs and used them to pull his chair right up to the edge of the bed. His head was right in Nick’s groin and he was able to use his mouth to kiss and nip and lick his way up one of those smooth thighs to the crease where the leg joined the body. He ran his tongue down the crease and over to Nick’s balls. He licked the heavy sack and then sucked gently until one of the egg shaped organs inside that velvety sack slipped inside his mouth. He sucked the ball while his hands ran up Nicks thighs and over his hips and his fingers gripped Nick’s butt. He let go of the one testicle and sucked the other one into his mouth. Nick was lying back on the bed propped up on his elbows so he could watch Greg. He was breathing hard and every so often a soft sigh would come out along with Greg’s name and ‘so good’ and ‘Oh my god, you’re mouth is magic’ and ‘I love you so’. Greg intended to do a lot more but the touch and the taste of this man he loved so much was stealing his will away. He took Nick’s beautiful, silky smooth cock in his hand and felt it with his fingers. He slipped his hand around the shaft and rubbed the length of it in his hand. He felt the slick drops of pre-cum that were dripping out of the slit in the head and reached up with both hands and tugged on Nick’s hips.

“Slide down a little towards me baby.” Nick wasn’t even sure he could move enough to do what Greg wanted but the loving hands on his body were in charge and he knew he would do anything those hands urged him to do. He slid down which put his prick right under Greg’s mouth and left his ass just barely off the edge of the bed. Oddly enough, he was very comfortable because he had both feet braced on the arms of Greg’s chair so he was sure he wouldn’t slip off and when Greg’s hot, wet mouth closed around his cock, he stopped thinking about everything except how good it felt and how he never thought he would ever feel that wicked tongue swirling around the edge of his head and dipping into his slit to coax the salty drops of cum out. He felt Greg’s hands leave his body for a moment and he missed them. He was greedy for his partner and he wanted every part of him he could get on his skin. He looked down when Greg put something in his hand. It was a condom. Greg looked up at him again with that sexy, flirty look and then he chuckled. The feel of Greg laughing while he had his mouth around his cock did wonderful things to Nick.

He finally managed to remember how to put words together and said, “You know sweetheart, laughing when you have your lover’s dick in your mouth for the first time in over a year is not really nice.”

Greg refused to let go of his prize but he did back off enough so Nick could understand him. “Come on Nick, you have to laugh at the irony of this whole thing. Remember the first time we made love?”

Nick smiled and rubbed his fingers through Greg’s hair. “I will remember that to my dying day.”

Greg said, “Well, I said no rubbers. There would never be rubbers between us and for the last 10 years there haven’t. Now we want to make a baby and look at us. We’re using rubbers. Be sure to roll it on before you come. We don’t want to waste a precious drop.” With that, he went back to making oral love to Nick’s very happy cock.

Nick wasn’t sure he would be able to get the damn rubber on. It had been years since he’d had to use the things and he was lost in the wonder of Greg’s lips and tongue and teeth and the wet suction that seemed to be pulling all rational though right out of his brain and down to his groin. He fumbled the package open and got the rubber ready. Part of him wanted to come so bad and he wanted to come in his love’s mouth. He wanted to feel that wicked, wicked mouth suck him dry and the rest of him realized that Greg and he were doing this together. They were making their baby right now; just the two of them. He felt himself growing bigger and harder in Greg’s mouth. He managed to gasp out, “Please baby, just once, take it all the way down your throat. Please”

Greg pulled back, took a deep breath through his nose and slid his head down slowly until his nose was buried in the dark, curly hair surrounding Nick’s cock. He swallowed around the thick cock in his throat and Nick pushed on his head and said, “NOW.”

Greg pulled off and Nick quickly rolled the rubber down on his cock. Greg immediately took him back in his mouth and began sucking on him. Nick felt himself pumping his cum into the rubber. He thought it would never stop and he kept on as long as Greg was sucking on him. Finally, Greg let him go and laid his head down on Nick’s thigh. He pressed a kiss against Nick’s smooth skin and said, “That ought to be enough to do the trick.”

Nick didn’t say anything for a long while. Then he tried to sit up but he was still shaky so Greg carefully removed the condom from his now flaccid penis, tied a knot in the top and gently put the filled condom in the specimen cup he’d laid out on the bed. Nick lifted a shaky hand and began to pet Greg’s soft curls and thread his fingers through them. He loved Greg’s hair and the fact that the pain and trauma his love had gone through had caused the beautiful curls to turn silver just made him handsomer in his eyes. “Ok, now all I have to do is convince my legs that they will hold me up and get our boys down to the lab.”

Greg grinned and said, “Put me to bed first. I’m pooped. Damn this making babies is hard work.”