Baby
Prompt: #293, Baby
Summary: Charlie doesn't like to share any more than Ian does.
Ian walked up behind Charlie, murmuring a hello and embracing him.
Charlie leaned away from his desk into the familiar arms, tilting his head back for a kiss, which Ian happily gave him. "Glad you're back." was all Charlie said, but. . .
"Babe, what's wrong?" Ian asked, worried at his lover's obvious turmoil.
Charlie sighed. "Amita has been trying to get pregnant." he supplied.
Ian winced inwardly, wondering if the 'children' conversation was coming.
Oblivious to his lover's sudden tension, Charlie continued. "They- Well, it's been two years, and they finally went to see a specialist, and. . ."
Ian blinked, thrown by the tack of the conversation - not what he'd expected, and- Amita and Michael had only been married for two years.
"Michael can't. Have children." Charlie clarified, when Ian didn't respond.
Ian swallowed. "She-" he paused, taking a deep, calming breath. "If you want to be a donor it's completely up to you, babe. I know she's a good friend. . ."
Charlie pulled away, startled, and turned to face Ian.
Ian's brows rose at Charlie's look of shock, and felt his face heat slightly. He was glad he didn't show a blush very well.
"She didn't ask me." Charlie said, shaking his head.
There was a long silence, and Charlie leaned against his desk. Ian looked puzzled. "All . . . right."
Charlie sighed. "Amita's brilliant herself, and doesn't want a kid with my problems. She wants you as a donor."
Ian nearly laughed. "No." he answered instantly.
Charlie relaxed slightly, coming closer and reaching for Ian. "You. . . you can, you know." he said reluctantly.
Ian pulled him close, kissing him hungrily.
"I don't want to." Ian smirked wryly. "Honestly, the Edgerton genes are widespread enough as it is, don't you think?" he asked.
Charlie chuckled, recognising the reference to Ian's eight - rather prolific - siblings.
~Fin~
