Grissom smiled to himself as he looked at a picture of Sara when she was a child. She looked so happy.
This was probably before the fights started. She looked about 6. Her hair was wild and her face cheerful.
The tiny gap between her front two teeth was adorable.
"Gil?"
He quickly stuffed the picture into the drawer and turned to face her.
Her face looked anxious. Her usual smile was not present. She took a deep breath and started to speak.
"Gil, I'm scared."
"What's wrong ,Sara? Are you okay?"
"No Gil, I'm not!."
With that she collapsed into his arms.
"Baby what's wrong?"
"Gil, I don't know how to tell you this..."
"Sara, baby, you can tell me anything. I'm here for you"
"I haven't been feeling well lately. I feel so weak. I feel nauseous all the time. And bloated too. And to top that off I'm a week late. I know you don't want kids , Gil. I don't know what to do now.. probably an abortion..."
"Sara? What are you talking about?this is great news! And who told you I don't want kids, huh? Look I love everything about you. I can't wait! How far are you?"
"But Catherine—"
"Never mind what she said, baby, I'm here for you no matter what. Now,how far are you?"
"Six weeks"
"And are you okay with this?"
A tiny tear slipped from her eye.
"Yes"
"I love you, Sara Grissom."
"I love you more, Gil."
He trailed kisses from her lips down to her neck. She kissed him fiercely on the mouth. They held each other close before falling into a deep blissful slumber.
