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So, here we go then with chapter 2 and I'll probably do a chapter 3 as well. Hope you guys enjoy it just as much as the first chapter!
He stepped aside, showing her the way to the living room with his hand. She felt a little nervous as she made her way to it. This was the first time she was actually in his apartment. She'd been at the door to pick him up, but she had never been inside. When she was driving, all she had been thinking about was how to tell him how she felt, not about standing in his living room or any other room for that matter. During the few seconds she needed to walk from the door into his living room, she tried to imagine what it would look like. What she saw, beat everything she could possibly have thought of. Everything was neat and tidy, there wasn't a speck of dust anywhere, but what got to her the most, was that all the furniture matched perfectly together. She thought about her own apartment, where everything had been filled up with second-hand chairs and tables, where absolutely nothing matched. It had never really bothered her, but now she saw Greg's living room, she almost felt like moving in with him right away.
"It's great," she told him. "I don't know why, but I guess I expected more of a student-like apartment. You know, clothes everywhere, huge piles of dishes throughout the house…"
"There was a time when it looked like that," he admitted. "When I just started working at CSI as a DNA tech, I kinda had… different priorities, if you know what I mean…"
She grinned. Yeah, she knew he was talking about girls. Sara had told her stories about what Greg had been like when he was a DNA tech, which always made her laugh. She really liked the way Greg was now, but she also would have liked the Greg from back then.
"It's a shame I didn't know you back then," she admitted honestly. He shook his head. "I'm glad you didn't, it probably would have scared you for life!"
"No, it wouldn't." She looked at him, convinced of her own words. "But I do believe you've changed… Catherine once told me as a joke that 'her little boy has grown up'."
Greg smiled for a moment, one of those sweet, shy smiles she loved so much.
"I think she is right," she said, a serious look in her eyes. "When I saw you holding Joshua… I could…"
She hesitated for a moment. Was she really going to say this out loud? He looked back at her, patiently waiting for her to continue. It was another thing she loved about him. He would never push her, he would always wait until she was ready.
"I could almost… picture you holding your own baby…" she confessed quietly. He blushed, but she didn't know it was because her compliment made him shy or proud.
"I thought the same thing when I saw you holding him," he admitted. "You'd be a wonderful Mom."
"You'd be a wonderful Dad."
He grinned a little, obviously feeling uneasy with the situation. "Usually people talk about this when they've been dating for a while…"
"It kinda feels like we have, don't you think?" She looked at him again. "I know we haven't been out to dinner or to see a movie together or something like that, but with everything we've been through, it feels to me like you were always there for me… Only I have been stupid enough not to take it any further than a little flirting… And yet you're still here for me and you still seem to like me just as much as that day I walked into LVPD for the first time."
"That's not true," he corrected her. The look in his eyes made her smile. "Even more than back then, right?"
"A whole lot more," he confessed shyly. Slowly, she walked towards him until there were only inches left between them. When their lips touched for the first time, she knew it was right. He was the one for her, this was what love songs were about, what writers wrote about in books and what was shown in the most romantic movies. She loved him, he loved her and that was never going to change anymore. She wrapped his arms tighter around him, deepening their kiss. Neither of them pressured the other into turning it into more than a kiss, it was really just about their love for each other. When they finally broke apart, all they could both do was smile.
"Just let me know when you're ready," he whispered, his forehead softly pressed against hers. She immediately knew what he meant. He wasn't talking about more than kissing, because they both knew they'd eventually take that step. No, he was talking about their own family. Of course they had to talk about it, it wasn't something they could decide on now, but at least they already knew there was going to be one. Their own little family… She couldn't wait for the day when she could tell him he was going to be a Dad.
