Nick rubbed the palms of his hands on his jeans in a nervous gesture as he sat across from the lawyer he had seen twice since the month before when he and Greg had been talking about possibly adopting a child. He had thought about it some more and decided he wanted to have permanence with Greg; he wanted to have this experience of domesticity go a little bit further, for them to have stories of their child, and their child's children. It was like a spin on what his parents had wanted him to have when he was younger, and it certainly would make them happy now as they loved Greg a great deal, considering him one of their own.
"So are you positively certain that there's nothing stopping us from doing this? From adopting or even getting a surrogate?" He could feel a slight lump in his throat and was somewhat overwhelmed, making the room temperature seem higher then it actually was.
This was something real, something tangible. He had contacted this lawyer, his new lawyer weeks ago on a recommendation from his mother who had informed him that Silar was one of the best lawyers in the state and would do everything he could to help Nick and Greg achieve there dream. Nick could feel the ball sitting in the pit of his stomach tighten, he was so nervous he thought he might pass out. The man sitting across from him was holding the fate of Nick and Greg's future in their hands.
"No there isn't Nick. By Nevada State law there is nothing stopping you and Greg from adopting or getting a surrogate." Mark Silar told him, his eyes sparkling from behind wire rimmed glasses, the man sitting in front of him was so earnest and eager to get a family going that he probably didn't realize how much he even wanted it.
Mark flipped through the records in front of him, looking at their financial records, "You both make the required amount of money for adoptive parents and both come from loving, nurturing homes with good recommendations from your families, all we would need is something from a friend or co-worker, perhaps a record of you having a child in your care previously so maybe a record of when you had to look after a victim at work to show how you interact with children." He slid his glasses down.
Nick swallowed heavily and nodded, he could always talk to Catherine about getting a record of him taking care of Lindsay, or Grissom for how he interacted with victims on scene when they were children. Of course that would involve him coming out of the closet and taking Greg with him, he rubbed his forehead trying to push away the head ache he felt coming on.
"Is there anything else I need to know?" The Texan asked, feeling a strange calm come over him, he no longer felt as worried, especially since this lawyer had been just as good, if not better than Nick's mother had promised him to be.
"You will also be required, if you are going to adopt a child to have a home survey done, which will involve a social worker coming to your home to see how the two of you interact with each other, and then interviewing some people close to you as well as meeting with both of you separately." Mark answered; glancing up at Nick he removed his glasses. "Until you decide between the two options there is little else I can tell you, so why don't you go surprise Greg with the good news?" He asked.
Rising from his seat Nick shook Mark's hand enthusiastically, a broad smile on his face as it all began to sink in. This could actually happen; he and Greg could in fact go from being a couple to a family.
Mark smiled at him and clapped him on the back before turning to replace their file, feeling rather light. It was not often he got to give his client's good news and was surprised at how good it felt as he had come to consider Nick a friend and wished all the best for him.
"I think we might just be seeing you again soon, very soon." He grinned and turned to rush out of the office, nearly tripping over the chair he had been sitting in due to his haste, a silly grin still on his face as he headed towards his car, a bounce in his step. He couldn't wait to tell Greg what was about to happen for the two of them, whistling under his breath.
