Mine - Chapter Three
title: Mine - Chapter 3/?
pairing: Nick/Gil
warnings: mpreg, slash, curses
summary: Nick has seen many births, but none of them could prepare him for the birth of his child.
disclaimer: CSI is the brain-child of a genius. This is the brain-child of a sicko.
Nick smiled softly and watched from his seat beside the bed as Gil slept. The older man was resting comfortably on his side facing Nick, his hand gently caressing his stomach as he slept. The IV bag hanging above them slowly dripped pain medication into Gil’s bloodstream. Nick didn’t really understand why they’d given it to him; he hadn’t complained of labor pains, telling Nick they were more bothersome than painful at the moment. But the doctor’s had insisted on giving it to him, and as much as Nick knew he never would admit to it, Gil soon felt much more comfortable.
He watched his lover sleep for awhile, the steady rise and fall of Gil’s chest giving him a calm, relaxed feeling. Every now and then, Nick would lean down and place a gentle kiss to his forehead, enjoying the soft murmurs he’d get in return. After about a half hour, staring at Gil had become a little bit boring. Picking up the remote control, Nick flipped through the channels on the TV.
Skimming quickly over the Animal Planet, Comedy Central, and Court TV, Nick paused on the Discovery Health Channel, immediately recognizing the show “Medical Incredible.” Normally, Nick would skip over this show; he saw the incredible and more at work everyday. But something on the screen caught his attention.
A young man, looking no older than himself, sat on a couch, rocking a tiny baby boy in his arms. Of course, this didn’t seem the least bit odd to Nick. It was the picture that was shown beside the man that caught his eye. The photograph, dated just weeks before now, showed the same man with a very familiar looking physique. The baby was not in the photo, but in it’s place was the tell-tale extended stomach.
The TV announcer then went on to explain Male Pregnancies, but Nick had turned a deaf ear at that time. He knew very well about the subject matter. The past 40 weeks of his life had been dedicated to learning all he could about this incredible medical breakthrough…
… Nick first suspected something was up with Gil about three months into their relationship. They’d been at work when Gil had asked him to get him his jacket. And it had been in his supervisor’s office when the panty liner had fallen to the floor. This happened to strike Nick as odd.
He tried all of the logical reasons first, but unfortunately, there weren’t very many he could think of. Gil could have been holding it for Catherine. Her outfit that day was lacking pockets, after all. But Gil Grissom was a man, and as much of a scientist as he was, he always got uncomfortable at the thought of periods and the like. And as best of friends Gil was with Catherine, there was not a chance in hell he’d ever carry one of her “products”.
Nick calmly put the panty liner back in Gil’s pocket. He’d bring it up in a more private setting. There was no way he’d embarrass Gil with it yet. Then again, there was no way he’d embarrass himself with it yet…
… Gil carried the tray into the living room and set it on the coffee table, serving nick their dinner of Chinese food and beer. Nick watched as Gil sat down beside him, grabbing his chopsticks and picking up a piece of boneless spare rib like a professional. Sighing lightly, he picked up his beer and took a sip.
The two sat in silence for a while, Gil eating happily, Nick sipping his beer and picking at his food, his appetite having vanished long before dinner time. The panty liner was still fresh in his mind and it clouded his thoughts. Worse case scenarios still played over and over in his mind, like the surveillance videos he’d studied many times before. Was there another person in Gil’s life? Was he seeing a woman? Was there a daughter, maybe?
“Nick?”
Nick snapped back to reality, looking over at Gil. “Wha’?”
“Are you alright?” Gil asked, arching an eyebrow.
He nodded quickly, offering a small, forced smile. “Yeah, perfect. Why do you ask?”
“Well,” Gil took a bite of his white rice. “You just got beer all down your front.”
Nick looked down, seeing his shirt drenched in beer. He could have sworn it had reached his mouth. Smiling sheepishly, he picked up a paper towel, dabbing at the wet spot.
“Just take it off, I’ll wash it later,” Gil said with a small chuckle.
Nick nodded and pulled off the t-shirt, tossing it to the corner of the room.
“Something’s on your mind, Nicky,” Gil said, looking up at his lover. “Tell me?”
Sighing, Nick looked down at his lap, not sure where to begin. He took a deep breath, calming his nerves and any ill thoughts he may have had.
“I, uh… I found something in your jacket pocket today. I-It fell out, I mean…”
Gil looked over at Nick, eyebrow raised, and set down his chopsticks. ‘Mhm…?”
“It was, uh…’ Nick swallowed hard, red-cheeked. “It was a panty liner…”
He looked up at Gil, expecting the worse. He expected the man to yell, to be offended for this invasion of privacy. Instead, Gil sighed softly and took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his index finger.
“I’ve got something to tell you…”
… What Gil has told him blew Nick’s mind. He still couldn’t believe it to this day, even as they sat in the hospital room, waiting for their baby.
Gil was what doctors were beginning to call a “bearer” - a man able to carry a child to term and naturally give birth. He’d found out upon hitting puberty, some thirty-six years ago and had spent the time since researching and learning all that he possibly could about his “medical anomaly”. His doctor’s had given him and his mother little to work on, telling the then thirteen year old Gil that he had been born with a complete set of working internal female reproductive organs, complete with a birth canal. He couldn’t be considered a true hermaphrodite for the fact that the birth canal’s opening served no real sexual purpose, looking more like a woman’s urethra more than an actual vagina. It had no intact clitoris or even labia folds. It’s sole purpose was for childbirth.
Given his strange condition, Gil would occasionally require the use of “feminine products”. Luckily for him, it was rare, usually being once or twice a year and only consisted of spotting. He’d learned to deal with it, work around it, and - most importantly - hide it.
Nick stared at Gil is disbelief, not moving, or even - to Gil - breathing. This was the last thing he has expected. Setting his beer on the able, he sighed softly. Gil chewed on his inner cheek. He’d never had the nerve to tell anyone before, having kept it a secret for all his previous lovers. Not that any of his past loves stuck around long enough to find out anyway. Gil’s biggest fear had always been rejection. ‘And now finally,’ he thought to himself, ‘I tell someone and this happens.’
“Please, Nicky… Say anything,” he pleaded softly.
It was a good three minutes before Nick spoke up. The voice Gil heard sounded distant, as if it were coming from someone else, far away. “Y-you can have kids?”
Gil nodded slowly, looking at Nick with nervous eyes. Nick mimicked the slow nod and picked up his beer, taking a large sip.
‘Wow… Guess I’ll get to have your kids after all,” he said, a small smile coming to his face.
Blinking in surprise, Gil looked Nick square in the eyes. “You what?”
“I know it was stupid, but I’ve been imagining a little Grissom-Stokes baby long before we started dating. It’d have your blue eyes, my strong chin, y-“
“Hey, hey, hold up!” Gil held up his hand, motioning for Nick to stop. “You’re not mad?”
“Mad?” Nick sat up straighter, smiling. “Of course not! I mean, granted, I’m a little creeped out, but damn, that’s pretty cool!”
He reached over and pulled Gil into a hug. Sighing in relief, Gil wrapped his arms around his lover’s Neck, feeling as if the world had been lifted off of his chest. He then furrowed his brow together and pulled away, giving Nick a curious stare.
“Wait, you’ve imagined our child?” he said in disbelief.
“Yeah,” Nick shrugged. “Me and Greg, Warrick, you, I’ve thought of all the possibilities. Ours was the cutest, of course.”
“So you..” Gil’s voice dropped low, filled with fear that Nick didn’t think his Grissom could ever feel. “You don’t think I’m a… A freak?”
“Gil, baby, you’ve always been a freak.”
He smiled wide at Gil and the older man couldn’t help but smile back. Nick leaned against the back of the couch, pulling Gil so that he was snuggled against his side. Smiling up at his partner, Gil positioned one of nick’s strong arms around his shoulders. Blue eyes closed and salt and pepper met suntan as he rested his head against Nick’s shoulder. He opened his eyes quickly a few minutes later when he felt a hand gently caress his stomach.
“Y’know, Nicky, I said I could get pregnant. Not that I already am.”
“I know,” Nick replied matter-of-factly. “But that’s going to change soon…”
… Six weeks later, Gil had taken a positive pregnancy test.
*****
Next Chapter: What on earth do the others have to say about this? Boy or girl? Any bets?
pairing: Nick/Gil
warnings: mpreg, slash, curses
summary: Nick has seen many births, but none of them could prepare him for the birth of his child.
disclaimer: CSI is the brain-child of a genius. This is the brain-child of a sicko.
Nick smiled softly and watched from his seat beside the bed as Gil slept. The older man was resting comfortably on his side facing Nick, his hand gently caressing his stomach as he slept. The IV bag hanging above them slowly dripped pain medication into Gil’s bloodstream. Nick didn’t really understand why they’d given it to him; he hadn’t complained of labor pains, telling Nick they were more bothersome than painful at the moment. But the doctor’s had insisted on giving it to him, and as much as Nick knew he never would admit to it, Gil soon felt much more comfortable.
He watched his lover sleep for awhile, the steady rise and fall of Gil’s chest giving him a calm, relaxed feeling. Every now and then, Nick would lean down and place a gentle kiss to his forehead, enjoying the soft murmurs he’d get in return. After about a half hour, staring at Gil had become a little bit boring. Picking up the remote control, Nick flipped through the channels on the TV.
Skimming quickly over the Animal Planet, Comedy Central, and Court TV, Nick paused on the Discovery Health Channel, immediately recognizing the show “Medical Incredible.” Normally, Nick would skip over this show; he saw the incredible and more at work everyday. But something on the screen caught his attention.
A young man, looking no older than himself, sat on a couch, rocking a tiny baby boy in his arms. Of course, this didn’t seem the least bit odd to Nick. It was the picture that was shown beside the man that caught his eye. The photograph, dated just weeks before now, showed the same man with a very familiar looking physique. The baby was not in the photo, but in it’s place was the tell-tale extended stomach.
The TV announcer then went on to explain Male Pregnancies, but Nick had turned a deaf ear at that time. He knew very well about the subject matter. The past 40 weeks of his life had been dedicated to learning all he could about this incredible medical breakthrough…
… Nick first suspected something was up with Gil about three months into their relationship. They’d been at work when Gil had asked him to get him his jacket. And it had been in his supervisor’s office when the panty liner had fallen to the floor. This happened to strike Nick as odd.
He tried all of the logical reasons first, but unfortunately, there weren’t very many he could think of. Gil could have been holding it for Catherine. Her outfit that day was lacking pockets, after all. But Gil Grissom was a man, and as much of a scientist as he was, he always got uncomfortable at the thought of periods and the like. And as best of friends Gil was with Catherine, there was not a chance in hell he’d ever carry one of her “products”.
Nick calmly put the panty liner back in Gil’s pocket. He’d bring it up in a more private setting. There was no way he’d embarrass Gil with it yet. Then again, there was no way he’d embarrass himself with it yet…
… Gil carried the tray into the living room and set it on the coffee table, serving nick their dinner of Chinese food and beer. Nick watched as Gil sat down beside him, grabbing his chopsticks and picking up a piece of boneless spare rib like a professional. Sighing lightly, he picked up his beer and took a sip.
The two sat in silence for a while, Gil eating happily, Nick sipping his beer and picking at his food, his appetite having vanished long before dinner time. The panty liner was still fresh in his mind and it clouded his thoughts. Worse case scenarios still played over and over in his mind, like the surveillance videos he’d studied many times before. Was there another person in Gil’s life? Was he seeing a woman? Was there a daughter, maybe?
“Nick?”
Nick snapped back to reality, looking over at Gil. “Wha’?”
“Are you alright?” Gil asked, arching an eyebrow.
He nodded quickly, offering a small, forced smile. “Yeah, perfect. Why do you ask?”
“Well,” Gil took a bite of his white rice. “You just got beer all down your front.”
Nick looked down, seeing his shirt drenched in beer. He could have sworn it had reached his mouth. Smiling sheepishly, he picked up a paper towel, dabbing at the wet spot.
“Just take it off, I’ll wash it later,” Gil said with a small chuckle.
Nick nodded and pulled off the t-shirt, tossing it to the corner of the room.
“Something’s on your mind, Nicky,” Gil said, looking up at his lover. “Tell me?”
Sighing, Nick looked down at his lap, not sure where to begin. He took a deep breath, calming his nerves and any ill thoughts he may have had.
“I, uh… I found something in your jacket pocket today. I-It fell out, I mean…”
Gil looked over at Nick, eyebrow raised, and set down his chopsticks. ‘Mhm…?”
“It was, uh…’ Nick swallowed hard, red-cheeked. “It was a panty liner…”
He looked up at Gil, expecting the worse. He expected the man to yell, to be offended for this invasion of privacy. Instead, Gil sighed softly and took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his index finger.
“I’ve got something to tell you…”
… What Gil has told him blew Nick’s mind. He still couldn’t believe it to this day, even as they sat in the hospital room, waiting for their baby.
Gil was what doctors were beginning to call a “bearer” - a man able to carry a child to term and naturally give birth. He’d found out upon hitting puberty, some thirty-six years ago and had spent the time since researching and learning all that he possibly could about his “medical anomaly”. His doctor’s had given him and his mother little to work on, telling the then thirteen year old Gil that he had been born with a complete set of working internal female reproductive organs, complete with a birth canal. He couldn’t be considered a true hermaphrodite for the fact that the birth canal’s opening served no real sexual purpose, looking more like a woman’s urethra more than an actual vagina. It had no intact clitoris or even labia folds. It’s sole purpose was for childbirth.
Given his strange condition, Gil would occasionally require the use of “feminine products”. Luckily for him, it was rare, usually being once or twice a year and only consisted of spotting. He’d learned to deal with it, work around it, and - most importantly - hide it.
Nick stared at Gil is disbelief, not moving, or even - to Gil - breathing. This was the last thing he has expected. Setting his beer on the able, he sighed softly. Gil chewed on his inner cheek. He’d never had the nerve to tell anyone before, having kept it a secret for all his previous lovers. Not that any of his past loves stuck around long enough to find out anyway. Gil’s biggest fear had always been rejection. ‘And now finally,’ he thought to himself, ‘I tell someone and this happens.’
“Please, Nicky… Say anything,” he pleaded softly.
It was a good three minutes before Nick spoke up. The voice Gil heard sounded distant, as if it were coming from someone else, far away. “Y-you can have kids?”
Gil nodded slowly, looking at Nick with nervous eyes. Nick mimicked the slow nod and picked up his beer, taking a large sip.
‘Wow… Guess I’ll get to have your kids after all,” he said, a small smile coming to his face.
Blinking in surprise, Gil looked Nick square in the eyes. “You what?”
“I know it was stupid, but I’ve been imagining a little Grissom-Stokes baby long before we started dating. It’d have your blue eyes, my strong chin, y-“
“Hey, hey, hold up!” Gil held up his hand, motioning for Nick to stop. “You’re not mad?”
“Mad?” Nick sat up straighter, smiling. “Of course not! I mean, granted, I’m a little creeped out, but damn, that’s pretty cool!”
He reached over and pulled Gil into a hug. Sighing in relief, Gil wrapped his arms around his lover’s Neck, feeling as if the world had been lifted off of his chest. He then furrowed his brow together and pulled away, giving Nick a curious stare.
“Wait, you’ve imagined our child?” he said in disbelief.
“Yeah,” Nick shrugged. “Me and Greg, Warrick, you, I’ve thought of all the possibilities. Ours was the cutest, of course.”
“So you..” Gil’s voice dropped low, filled with fear that Nick didn’t think his Grissom could ever feel. “You don’t think I’m a… A freak?”
“Gil, baby, you’ve always been a freak.”
He smiled wide at Gil and the older man couldn’t help but smile back. Nick leaned against the back of the couch, pulling Gil so that he was snuggled against his side. Smiling up at his partner, Gil positioned one of nick’s strong arms around his shoulders. Blue eyes closed and salt and pepper met suntan as he rested his head against Nick’s shoulder. He opened his eyes quickly a few minutes later when he felt a hand gently caress his stomach.
“Y’know, Nicky, I said I could get pregnant. Not that I already am.”
“I know,” Nick replied matter-of-factly. “But that’s going to change soon…”
… Six weeks later, Gil had taken a positive pregnancy test.
*****
Next Chapter: What on earth do the others have to say about this? Boy or girl? Any bets?