IT'S FINALLY HERE! THE FLUFFY NERIC GOODNESS IS HERE! This took a while to recover off of my old computer. I had to use this weird program and stuff and then I just edited it and posted it. It's short and there's a lot of dialogue (and some swears) but I think it's funny. Lemme know what you think.

In this chapter, Nell and Eric have two sons: Scott (six) and Austin (three). Scott is a miniature version of Eric, minus the glasses, and Austin is a fiery little red head just like his mom.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS: LA or the characters.

It was a perfect Saturday morning when Eric rolled over in bed hoping to find his wife sleeping next to him. Much to his surprise, and a little disappointment, he was instead greeted by twenty little toes and two little laughs. Rolling his eyes, Eric slowly lifted the covers and saw two smiling faces.

"Morning, Daddy," giggled the littlest boy, shoving his tattered orange blanket into his dad's face.

"Good morning, Dad," smiled the eldest boy. "Mom says you have to get dressed and then take out the patio furniture before everyone gets here."

"Yes, Scott, and you will be helping me." Eric grabbed Austin by the ankles and pulled him up onto his lap. "And what will you be doing, mister?"

"Helping Mommy cook," he giggled, squirming to get free.

"Really? You? Cooking? What will you be making?"

"I no know, Daddy."

"You don't know," Scott corrected as he crawled up beside his dad. "Can we eat first, Dad? I'm hungry."

"Sure," replied Eric, ruffling Scott's blond hair. "Ok, how about we you two go get dressed?" he grunted as he hoisted the boys off the bed and put one under each arm.

"Shit," said a little voice. "Blanky."

Eric stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at the little boy tucked under his arm. "What did you say, Austin?" he asked slowly.

"I dropped blanky," Austin replied innocently.

"Uh huh." Eric put down both boys and herded them down the hall to their room. "Scott, help Austin get ready, ok? I have to go talk to Mom."

"Ok, Dad," smiled Scott. "Come one, Austin. Let's go find your rocket ship shirt."

Eric shuffled slowly into the kitchen where he found Nell already dressed and prepping for the barbeque with the team.

"Hey there, Sleepyhead," Nell said brightly.

"Hey, Sweetie," he said, kissing the top of her head. "We've been careful about what we say around the kids, right?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"It's nothing. I might have just been hearing things."

Nell stopped cutting up potatoes. "What did they say?"

"It was Austin, actually." Eric started to rub the back of his neck. He was a little bit nervous about telling this to Nell.

"What did he say?"

"Um…" he hesitated. "He said, "shit". He actually used it in the proper context."

"Oh, boy," Nell sighed. Her face was contemplative for a minute. "You didn't tell him not to say it, right? That only makes him want to say it more."

"No, I just told Scott to get Austin dressed."

"Ok, that's good." Nell returned to cutting potatoes but had to stop and laugh.

"Why the hell are you laughing?" Eric asked in a shocked voice. "We have no idea where the hell he heard that from!"

Nell pointed at Eric with one hand and covered her smile with the other. "He probably learned it from you!" Nell was laughing loudly now. "You're turning our three year old into a potty mouth!"

"What? I...but you…ehh!?" Nell held up a finger for Eric to stop talking, or in his case stuttering, as she went out to the garage with Eric trailing behind her. "Nell, what are you doing?"

Nell held up her finger again as she rummaged through the recycle bin and pulled out an empty glass jar. "We're going to do what my mom did," she said stepping back into the house. "We're going to have a Swear Jar."

"A Swear Jar?" Eric asked incredulously. "Really?"

"Yes," Nell replied as she washed out the jar. "Every time someone in this house swears, they have to put in one dollar." Nell dried out the now clean jar and plunked it down on the counter in front of Eric. "You have to put in two."

Oh, the Potty Jar. I had one in my house. It's actually still there but we really don't use it anymore...we're all just really foul mouthed in my house so it's kind of pointless to use it.

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