Title :: Think About It
Author :: kissingchaos9
Fandom :: CSI: Vegas
Rating :: G
Pairing :: Nick/Greg

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"It's nights like tonight that make me positive I don't want kids." Nick stands beside Greg at the bathroom mirror and studies his reflection.

"Yeah, that was…I mean. I can't even imagine." Greg caps his toothbrush. "But that's not exactly the normal experience for most parents. And the good has to outweigh the bad, or people wouldn't be having kids all the time, right?"

Nick looks at Greg in the mirror. "You've thought about this, Greggo?"

Greg shrugs and blushes. "Sometimes. Like when Bobby has new pictures of his Cailin, I think about it. When I see you, I think about it." Greg kisses the back of Nick's neck and walks into the bedroom.

Nick turns and follows Greg, toothbrush in hand. "What does that mean?"

Greg pulls a pair of clean pajama pants out of his dresser and slides them on. "What does what mean?"

"When you see me, you think about it?"

Greg's ears redden again. "I mean, look at you. You're beautiful. I can just imagine how beautiful your kids would be, and the image is kinda nice. Little Nicks running around, with deep brown eyes and huge smiles and brilliant hearts." Greg blushes even deeper. "It's a nice image, okay?"

It takes Nick a moment to remember how to form words, and he leans in the bathroom doorway watching Greg. "What about you? Don't you think the world deserves to have something of yours carry on?"

Greg grins and walks to Nick, trapping him against the doorjamb.

"I could pass on my brilliant fashion sense, and my genius and my impeccable taste in music. Our child would be, like, Uber Baby. Perfection."

Nick's heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest, and he wonders if Greg can hear it. He smiles, swallowing thickly. "You really think about it?"

Greg's eyes are serious. "Yeah. I meant what I said. This is it for me. This is my forever." He leans forward and kisses Nick lightly. "So if I'm going to have kids, whenever, they'll be your kids, too. Because I'm yours."

Nick can feel tears in his throat, and he absolutely refuses to cry. Instead he kisses Greg fiercely, smiling as he pulls away.

"Okay, but if we have a boy, I'm in charge of all hair styles. And no matter what you say, we're not naming him Marilyn."

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