Disclaimer: I do NOT own CSI, blah blah blah...
I wrote this months ago but just found it on my computer, so I thought I'd post it.
Bedrest.
Bedrest. Who the hell came up with that idea?
"What am I supposed to do for three days?" I whine to my husband.
He chuckles and leans in to kiss me on the head.
"Relax, honey. Read, listen to music, sleep, watch TV."
"Gil, I'm fine. I just have a small headache." I say, trying not to wince as I shake my head in protest.
He stands up and starts to fluff the pillows which I'm leaning against, before tucking me in under the duckdown duvet.
I sigh with frustration.
"Sara!" he warns. "You're not getting out of it. I'm not letting you out of my sight until your three days are up. And even then I'll make sure you have a doctor's opinion."
"Gil, I'm..."
He cuts me off, with an 'I know best so stop talking' look.
"Don't say it Sara, because you are not fine."
"I had a bit of shock, Gil, but I don't need to be on bedrest. I'll go crazy if I have to stay in bed for three days."
"Honey, you fainted and bumped your head pretty hard. You have concussion, you shouldn't even be home. You should be in hospital."
I start to protest but I know that he's right.
Hell, I can feel that he's right, my head's about to explode and my ears are ringing.
"But..."
"Sara... ENOUGH!" he yells, startling me. "You're staying in bed, and that's that. Now I don't want to hear another word about it."
Again, I sigh, but now I lower my head in surrender.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry." he whispers.
I nod my head and look him in the eyes, and I can see a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
Smiling, I take hold of his hand and slide my fingers through his.
"I'm pleased you were here..." I whisper.
His eyes sparkle and he leans in and softly brushes his lips against mine.
"You know I'm only trying to take care of you. I want what's best for you..." he whispers, and moves his free hand to my stomach. "And our baby."
"I know." I reply.
"Sara, when I seen you faint... I'd never been so scared. I didn't know what was wrong..."
I know he was scared. For a split second before my eyes fell closed, I could see the fear in his eyes. His face had turned white and I could almost see his heart leap into his throat.
"I know. I'm sorry. It was just a shock. I certainly wasn't expecting a phone call telling me that I'm pregnant."
He smiles a little.
"I thought I was going to faint, too, when your doctor told me." he whispers. "But Sara, you need to follow the doctors orders.
"It's just that I don't do too well with boredom." I cock my eyebrow towards him and grin. "Unless... you plan on keeping me occupied?"
He seems to think carefully about how he wants to answer.
"Well... I could read to you? Or..."
"Or you could climb into bed with me and ease my headache." I smile. " I mean, sex is a good cure for headaches..."
"Really?" he asks, smirking.
"Mmm..."
Leaning in he kisses me sweetly on the lips for a long moment before pulling away.
"Get some sleep, Sara." he smiles, reaching over me and turning of my lamp.
I growl with mock anger but settle down under the quilt next to my husband.
"Goodnight, honey." I hear him chuckle.
"Just you wait until the next time you're feeling a bit unwell. I swear to God I will make your life hell." I tell him, trying not to laugh.
"Sara, I honestly can't wait." he replies, patting my ass and easing me gently into his arms.
THE END