Title: Scenes from a happy home
By: sahsedalia
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Challenge: The happy domestic challenge
Rating: PG
Summary: Just like the title says. Various scenes from Greg and Nick's life with their adopted daughter Caitlyn. Short and Fluffy.

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Greg stumbled into the kitchen, wearing only a pair of smiley face boxer shorts, his hair sticking up more than usual, pillow creases on one cheek. "Coffee," he croaked, rubbing his sleep-blurry eyes. "I need coffee."

"Already made," Nick told him with a grin. "It's in the pot."

"You're a God among men," Greg said before pouring himself a cup of coffee and then walking over to join Nick at the kitchen table. "Um, being that you're a God and everything, will you shoot a bolt of lighting at me if I tell you about the yellow stuff in your hair?"

"Banana," Nick said, trying to wipe some of the gooey mess out of his hair with his free hand.

"I told you, Nick, she doesn't like banana. You should've given her peaches for dessert. She loves peaches. Isn't that right, baby girl," he cooed to their seven-month old daughter sitting in the high chair in front of Nick.

She gave him a slobbery, toothless grin before accepting another spoonful of the baby food from Nick.

"We're out of peaches," Nick whispered to Greg, not wanting Caitlyn to hear him and get upset.

"I'll pick some up later," Greg replied, after taking a sip from his mug. "We need anything else? Formula? Diapers?"

"I made a list," he said. "It's on the fridge. Okay, Caity bear, you're all done." Nick removed the tray, unbuckled the belt around the baby's waist and picked her up from the chair. "Now it's bath time." He looked back at Greg. "Wanna assist?" he asked.

"I think you can handle it," Greg told him with a grin.

"You just don't wanna help me because you're afraid I'll dump cold water on your head," Nick said.

"And why would I think that?" Greg shot back.

"One time," Nick said, holding up a finger. "I did that one time. And that was for Caity, to make her laugh. Which it did."

"She must get her sense of humor from you," Greg muttered.

"Because you'd never find something like that funny," Nick replied, arching a disbelieving brow.

"Nope."

"I seem to recall a time when someone sprayed me in the face with a hose when we were washing the trucks and then that same someone was rolling around on the muddy ground, red in the face, because he was laughing so hard."

"It's only funny when it happens to someone else," Greg informed him with a roll of his eyes. "Now go give Caity a bath while I clean up the mess you two hooligans made."

"Yes, Mom," Nick said and then headed out of the kitchen.

"Kids these days," Greg muttered and then got to work cleaning up all the splattered banana.
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"How was work?" Greg asked Nick when he arrived home.

"Crazy," Nick said as he put his keys in the bowl by the front door and then hung up his jacket on the coat rack.

"So pretty much a normal shift, huh?" Greg replied and stopped folding laundry long enough to give Nick a quick peck on the lips.

"Yeah. Caity asleep?" Nick asked as he sat down on the couch beside the laundry basket.

"Yep. I made dinner. It's in the fridge."

Nick grinned. "What take-out place did you order it from?"

Greg grabbed a pair of balled up socks and threw them at Nick's head but Nick was able to catch the ball before it him. "Unlike some of us, us being you, I actually know how to cook without burning down the house."

"I didn't burn down the house," Nick protested, this argument between them a familiar one. "It was a very small oven fire, one I put out almost as soon as it started. I don't think that qualifies as burning the house down, G."

"Yeah but there was fire, so my point is still valid, Nick. Anyway, I made dinner. Your favorite. It's been a while since you've had it and I thought it'd be a nice treat to come home to."

"Ah, you're such a good husband," Nick cooed and then leaned over the laundry basket to give Greg a kiss.

"I try," Greg replied and then looked at the wall clock. "Crap. I gotta go get ready for work or I'm gonna be late!" He scrambled off the couch and hurried down the hall to the bathroom.

Nick chuckled at his partner before finishing the job of folding the clothes in the basket.
~~~

"I don't want Caity playing with that kid," Nick told Greg, the two of them sitting on a park bench, watching their two-year old play in the sandbox in front of them. "He looks like a bully."

Greg laughed. The kid Nick was talking about was an adorable little boy around their daughter's age with a mop of black curls and a permanent grin on his chubby face.

"Did you see that?" Nick said, sitting forward on the bench. "He just took her shovel!"

Greg put a hand on Nick's arm and kept him from going to Caity's rescue. "She gave him the shovel, Nicky."

"Because she's scared of him, G. I mean, he's twice her size, why wouldn't she be? He threatened her and she had no choice but to hand the shovel over. I told you he was a bully!"

"Would you relax?" Greg told him, unable to keep the grin off his face. Nick in protective mode was cute as hell. "She's sharing. That's a good thing."

"I know but—"

"See?" Greg said, pointing at them. "He gave her the shovel and she gave him back his bucket. Sharing. Not bullying."

"I'm being ridiculous, aren't I?" Nick asked, with a sheepish look on his face.

"A little bit," Greg told him, grinning. "It's cute. Probably gonna make her have to have therapy when she's older. But cute."
~~~

"Um, Greg?" Nick asked, coming into their bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"Our daughter. Caitlyn. Five years old. About yea tall," he patted the air next to his left hip. "Ring a bell?"

"What about her, Nick?" Greg asked from the bed.

"Where is she? I went to go see if she was asleep but her bed's empty. Did you finally make good on that promise to sell her to the gypsies?"

"Well, I tried but they wouldn't take her, said she was too much of a handful even for them."

"Greg," Nick drawled out.

"She's fine, Nick. She's staying the night at her friend's house."

"What friend?" Nick automatically demanded, his protectiveness kicking in.

"Millie. Little blonde-haired girl that's in Caitlyn's class. You've met her. And her moms," Greg reminded him.

"Oh. Right. Vanessa and Patty. They were nice."

"Yep. And so is Millie, which is why I said Caity could stay the night there. Now come to bed, Nicky," Greg invited, lifting the blanket up so Nick could see that Greg wasn't wearing any clothes. And was very happy to see him.

Nick started to pull off his clothes when he thought of something. "Don't you have to work tonight?"

Greg shook his head, smiling. "Night off."

That was all Nick needed to hear. His clothes in a pile on the floor, Nick moved to the bed and covered his partner's body with his before kissing the smile off Greg's lips.
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The end

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