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Pregnant and Perfect
"Okay, that's it." barks Sara. "I'm not going..."
"It's Cath and Lou's engagement party, we have to be there."
"You can still go. I'm not stopping you."
Grissom sighs and looks at his wife. She's wearing a long white gypsy style dress and she looks gorgeous. He hates it when she feels so down.
"Why don't you want to go?"
She stands in front of the full length mirror and a tear falls down her cheek.
"I look awful. I look fat and awful and people are going to think I'm a mess." she cries.
She grabs hold of the hem on the dress and roughly pulls it off over her head, leaving her wearing a white bra and panties.
As she collapses onto the bed, and pulls the duvet up to cover her body, she starts sobbing.
"Sweetheart, you looked... beautiful."
"I looked fat. I am fat. I hate this!"
He looks at her, trying to choose his words carefully.
"Sara, you don't look fat. You look... pregnant..."
She snaps her head towards him and growls.
"Gee...thanks, Gil. You sure know how to make a woman feel better."
Her eyes are bright red and she has mascara running down her cheeks.
His heart breaks a little. Why can't she see what he sees? Why can't she see that she looks breathtakingly beautiful?
"Honey..." he chuckles..
"Don't laugh at me, Gil." she cries. "I hate feeling like this. I hate being fat and ugly. I can't even diet."
Slowly he moves over to the bed. He takes hold of her hand and pulls her up on her feet.
"Come here..."
He leads her over to full length mirror and forces her to look at herself.
"No, Gil..."
He stands next to her, keeping one hand at her lower back as he runs his other over the seven month baby bump.
"Look..." he whispers, pointing at her reflection. "Sara, you're pregnant and glowing. I've never seen you look more beautiful, more perfect."
She sniffles and shakes her head.
"No, I don't." she whispers.
He crouches down and places his lips to her stomach, jumping back a little as their baby girl kicks at the spot where his mouth is.
He smiles.
"She's going to be fighter. Just like her mum."
He brushes his lips over her stomach again, before standing up.
"She's gonna have you wrapped around her little finger." chuckles Sara.
A warm smile spreads across his face. "Just like her mum."
He leans in and kisses away her tears as his hand still caresses her bump.
"Trust me, honey. You look absolutely stunning.
"You sure?" she asks, still hesitant.
"I promise."
She nods her head and gives in as she falls into his strong embrace.
"Okay, I'll go. But I'm leaving early if I feel uncomfortable or if people are staring at me."
"Sara, you work with everyone who's going to be there. They all know you're pregnant. Nobody is going to think you're fat." he soothes.
After a long moment Sara pulls herself free waddles over to the bed to find her dress.
"I'm sorry." she mumbles. "Blame the hormones."
He chuckles.
"I do, honey. I'm used to your mini and mega mood swings by now."
She playfully punches him on the arm and continues to get ready.
Forty minutes later, after a make-out session and after Sara has re-applied her make-up, they leave their bedroom, say 'bye' to Hank and leave for the party hand in hand.
The End
Lynne x