"Bobby?" She posed.
"Too young." He said.
"Well, it would really be Robert." She said.
He tilted his head in contemplation. "No." He finally said.
She pursed her lips and looked up at the ceiling. "Brock?" She said, her face contorted at the ridiculousness of her suggestion. He looked at her with his face tilted and his eyebrows raised. His 'no' face.
She walked over to the bed and fell down beside him. "I think that's all the B's." She said. She rested her head on his chest. "Shall we move on to the C's?" She asked. He let out a deep breath. She turned over onto her stomach, her chin now resting on his breast, her face now facing his. "Well, we have to keep going, Gil. He's been home for 2 full days now."
"I know, I – well, we should think about my idea more seriously." He said.
"Which one?" She asked, her brow furrowed.
"To name him after someone."
"But who?" She moaned. "It would have to be someone from your life. Because mine –there's no one."
"What about my father?"
"Sweetheart, your father's name was Eugene." She said, now rubbing her temples. "Middle name? No problem." He nodded. She turned back over on her back and he gently kissed the top of her head. They looked up at the ceiling. She reached down and lifted his hand in hers and played with his fingers. She groaned.
"Charles?" She asked. He looked over at her, looking curious. "Darwin." She shrugged.
"I like Charles." Grissom said.
"Yay." Sara said with as much excitement as she could muster, which wasn't a lot. "So we now have one name on our list." She brought her hands to her face and moved them back into her hair. She took a deep breath.
"What about Warrick?" Grissom quietly asked with pursed lips. Sara turned her head sideways to look at him. "For the middle name." He added.
"I like that." She whispered. "Charles Warrick Grissom?"
"That sounds right." He said.