hey, i hope you don't mind that i kind of made it more than an au than it already is. :)
"Nicky?"
It takes a second, but at last Nick shifts, opening one eye blearily to glance at Justin, who's standing topless at the door, his unbuttoned jeans clinging to his hips, his hands resting on his rounded belly. "Mmrh?"
"Nicky," Justin repeats.
Nick sits up now, running a hand through his hair. "J?"
"Nicky," Justin says again, in what is very nearly a wail, "I'm stuck!"
"C'mere," Nick says, without skipping a beat, waggling a finger at Justin.
"I'm huge," Justin grumbles, as he waddles his way over to Nick. "I'm huge, and disgusting, and I wish we never listened to fucking McLean about the experiment. This isn't worth the three thousand dollars."
"You don't mean that," Nick murmurs, reaching for Justin's hand and squeezing it gently as he tugs Justin closer. "You were ecstatic when Dr. McLean proposed the idea."
With a quick jerk, Justin's jeans are pooled at his feet, and Nick grins, patting the space between his spread legs.
"Not worth it," Justin mutters with a huff, but he sits down anyway, leaning back so Nick's hands can cover his own. "Oh!"
"Baby's getting frisky," Nick cooes, pressing a soft kiss to Justin's neck. "She doesn't like hearing her daddy talk about her like that, does she?"
"Well maybe she should stop giving daddy back pains and nausea!" Justin snaps. A second passes before he's shaking his head, sniffing a little. "I'm sorry. I don't mean that. It's just the damn hormone pills."
Nick places another soft kiss on Justin's collarbone, sliding one hand beneath Justin's to rub gentle circles on his belly. "She's gonna be perfect," he promises, linking their fingers.
Justin sighs, tucking his face into the crook of Nick's neck, mumbling, "But I'm going to be a sucky daddy."
"That's not what Layton tells his friends," Nick replies, quietly, before kissing Justin's earlobe. "He adores you. You, and his unborn baby sister."
The comment makes Justin smile, albeit weakly. "Have we really had him for three years already?"
"I'm pretty sure there were four candles in that birthday cake last weekend," Nick says. "Unless there were a couple that got lost in the fudge when I wasn't paying attention."
"Layton asked for extra icing!" Justin says, defensively. "What was I supposed to do, say no?"
Nick smiles, resting his chin on Justin's shoulder. "See, our son knows he's got you wrapped around his finger. He's always asking you to help him with stuff."
"Only when you're not around," Justin replies after a moment, sounding slightly injured.
"Well I did get a lot of practice," Nick acknowledges, with a grin. "Someone had to make up for the fact that Jane was a terrible mom and I--babe, wait, what--"
"You think I'm going to be as terrible as your mom!" Justin accuses, eyes bright with tears, pushing away from Nick and storming towards the door.
"J, come on, you know I--"
The door swings shut before Nick can finish his sentence.
Nick throws up his hands in exasperation, then sighs and calls out, "Does this mean I'm still not allowed back in the bedroom?"
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Date: 2006-08-14 08:27 am (UTC)i will will will will will fill this one once my exams are over next week!
*runs from the temptation*
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Date: 2006-08-15 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-11 09:36 am (UTC)"Nicky?"
It takes a second, but at last Nick shifts, opening one eye blearily to glance at Justin, who's standing topless at the door, his unbuttoned jeans clinging to his hips, his hands resting on his rounded belly. "Mmrh?"
"Nicky," Justin repeats.
Nick sits up now, running a hand through his hair. "J?"
"Nicky," Justin says again, in what is very nearly a wail, "I'm stuck!"
"C'mere," Nick says, without skipping a beat, waggling a finger at Justin.
"I'm huge," Justin grumbles, as he waddles his way over to Nick. "I'm huge, and disgusting, and I wish we never listened to fucking McLean about the experiment. This isn't worth the three thousand dollars."
"You don't mean that," Nick murmurs, reaching for Justin's hand and squeezing it gently as he tugs Justin closer. "You were ecstatic when Dr. McLean proposed the idea."
With a quick jerk, Justin's jeans are pooled at his feet, and Nick grins, patting the space between his spread legs.
"Not worth it," Justin mutters with a huff, but he sits down anyway, leaning back so Nick's hands can cover his own. "Oh!"
"Baby's getting frisky," Nick cooes, pressing a soft kiss to Justin's neck. "She doesn't like hearing her daddy talk about her like that, does she?"
"Well maybe she should stop giving daddy back pains and nausea!" Justin snaps. A second passes before he's shaking his head, sniffing a little. "I'm sorry. I don't mean that. It's just the damn hormone pills."
Nick places another soft kiss on Justin's collarbone, sliding one hand beneath Justin's to rub gentle circles on his belly. "She's gonna be perfect," he promises, linking their fingers.
Justin sighs, tucking his face into the crook of Nick's neck, mumbling, "But I'm going to be a sucky daddy."
"That's not what Layton tells his friends," Nick replies, quietly, before kissing Justin's earlobe. "He adores you. You, and his unborn baby sister."
The comment makes Justin smile, albeit weakly. "Have we really had him for three years already?"
"I'm pretty sure there were four candles in that birthday cake last weekend," Nick says. "Unless there were a couple that got lost in the fudge when I wasn't paying attention."
"Layton asked for extra icing!" Justin says, defensively. "What was I supposed to do, say no?"
Nick smiles, resting his chin on Justin's shoulder. "See, our son knows he's got you wrapped around his finger. He's always asking you to help him with stuff."
"Only when you're not around," Justin replies after a moment, sounding slightly injured.
"Well I did get a lot of practice," Nick acknowledges, with a grin. "Someone had to make up for the fact that Jane was a terrible mom and I--babe, wait, what--"
"You think I'm going to be as terrible as your mom!" Justin accuses, eyes bright with tears, pushing away from Nick and storming towards the door.
"J, come on, you know I--"
The door swings shut before Nick can finish his sentence.
Nick throws up his hands in exasperation, then sighs and calls out, "Does this mean I'm still not allowed back in the bedroom?"
"Shut up!"
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Date: 2006-09-17 11:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-19 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-17 11:42 pm (UTC)This was excellent.
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Date: 2006-09-19 04:16 pm (UTC)and i am so glad you enjoyed! re-venturing into the world of popslash after so long made me really nervous about this!
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Date: 2006-09-18 05:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-19 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-19 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-21 06:58 am (UTC)thanks, again. <3
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Date: 2007-01-11 05:02 pm (UTC)I think I need to start writing again too, LOL.
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Date: 2007-01-11 08:17 pm (UTC)thank you so much for the kind words.