DISCLAIMER: Me no own. Me very sad. Me want cry.
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Nick's eyes fluttered open and he stretched. He reached over to cuddle with Greg, but his hand landed on empty, cool sheets. Sitting up quickly, Nick got out of their King-size bed and moved out of their room and into the hallway. He didn't hear anything coming from Gracie's nursery so he moved to check the front rooms.
"Greg?" Nick whispered as he padded silently down the hall. "Greg?"
Maybe Greg had gone in search of a midnight snack or was watching reruns of that forensic show he loved so much.
The living room and kitchen were empty. Neither showing signs of his bleach-blond hubby so Nick went back down the hallway and headed towards Gracie's room.
As he approached the lilac colored door Nick heard the faint voice of Greg. Slowly pushing the door open, Nick peered inside and smiled at the picture of Greg holding a wide-awake Gracie.
A smile plastered on his face as he spoke to their seven month old daughter.
"...And absolutely no dating until you're fifty."
A small giggle escaped from the pink knitted blanket-- a gift from Greg's mom-- and small hands waved in the air.
"Yes, I am aware of telling Nick he was being way too overprotective of you earlier when he said the same thing, but I think I'm going to have to secretly agree with him on this one. Absolutely no dating until you're fifty."
Nick let a small chuckle escape him and pushing the door open all the way, he leaned up against the frame and settled in to quietly watch his husband and daughter.
"One more thing little one. There will be positively no and I mean absolutely no tattoos or piercings of any kind. Ever. Got me little miss?"
Gracie chewed on her hand and wide green eyes bore into Greg's face, taking in every inch of detail before she pulled a wet fist out of her mouth and made a spit bubble.
The Lab-Tech smiled, "I'm glad you agree."
Greg reached over and grabbed a tissue from the box that was sitting on the changing table. He gently wiped up the baby drool, before throwing the tissue out in a nearby wastebasket.
A jumble of made up words escaped from inside the blanket and Greg sighed, "Again? But you've already heard it five times."
Gracie blinked up at him and Greg rolled his eyes playfully, "Oh alright, but just this once then you better go to sleep. Deal?"
A tiny smile and gurgle was her response.
Nick watched curiously as Greg moved over to the white rocking chair they had set up in the corner and settled in. Making sure Gracie was comfortable and wrapped up better in her blanket, he began to sing slowly.
"Baby mine, don't you cry,
Baby mine, dry your eyes,
Rest your head close to my heart,
Never to part,
Baby of mine,"
Greg gently rocked Gracie and pressed her closer to his chest, smiling down into her cherubic face.
"Little one when you play,
Don't you mind what they say,
Let those eyes sparkle and shine,
Never a tear,
Baby of mine,"
Nick's eyes crinkled, making crow's feet appear, a soft smile playing at his lips as he watched his little Norwegian sing to his little Princess.
"If they knew sweet little you,
They'd end up loving you too,
All those same people who scold you,
What they'd give for just the right to hold you,"
Greg moved his hand and cupping his daughter's cheek, moved his thumb to brush softly over one downy cheek.
"From your head to your toes,
Your not much, goodness knows,
But you're so precious to me,
Cute as can be,
Baby of mine,"
Green eyes fluttered closed slowly and the tiniest of content sighs escaped Gracie's small lips. Greg sat for a couple of moments before moving his sleeping daughter back to her crib and placing her carefully inside. He leaned back and with his hands holding onto the side of the crib, he sighed, "Baby of mine."
The Texan decided to make his presence known at the statement and walked quietly over to Greg and their now sleeping angel. Wrapping his arms around Greg's stomach, he kissed his partner's neck and rested his head on Greg's shoulder.
"Baby of ours."
Greg smiled and leaning his head to rest on Nick's, intertwined their hands together on his stomach before whispering, "Baby of ours."
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A/N: Aw...I think I gave myself a cavity, lol. Song is "Baby Mine" sung by Bonnie Raitt. Well as always, reviews welcome, but not mandatory.
