Disclaimers: They're not mine, but if they were, this would be a tag at the
end of an ep.
AN: Thanks to Allie-wan for beta-ing! This is a potential series for ficlets, have no idea of how many there will be, but hope you enjoy. It's total fluff and nonsense, but after writing and reading great angst, I wanted something light and fluffly. Like the band Air Supply. Puff; air. Please r/r and tell me if you want more. I don't know Gil's full name so I made it up. Sue me.
Rating: S for Sweet.
Life According to the Grissom's: Episode 1: Diapers.
"It's your turn," Gil said. Baby Drew's cries floated from his bedroom out into the living room.
"Oh no, I did it last time. Besides, I can't get up," Catherine grinned at her husband and then turned back to the forensic article she was reading.
"I can fix that." Gil had been lying with his head on Catherine's lap, doing a crossword and enjoying the peace and quiet. Lindsey was staying at a friend's house and at two months old, Drew was content to eat, sleep and have his diaper changed. The latter with alarming frequency to Gil's mind. He sat up quickly and quipped. "There, nothing's stopping you now. Besides, he just needs a diaper change. I changed the last one."
"You did not!" Catherine exclaimed. "You were in the shower and trust me, it was a blowout. Nope, this one is all yours. Consider it bonding with your son."
Gil heaved himself off of the couch and went to see to his son. Catherine smiled as she listened to him talk to Andrew. He really was a great dad. He'd been worried about taking to fatherhood, since he'd never been around children much. He had always been great with Lindsey and after the initial fear when he held his newborn son; he'd been proving to be wonderful. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud when she heard Gil scolding their son.
"Andrew James. Why did you do that?"
"Catherine Grace Grissom, do you know what your son just did?" he asked her when he walked out holding Drew.
Feigning innocence, she gazed up at him. "Had an article posted in the Forensic Monthly Journal?"
"He peed on me!" Gil handed her the baby and she saw the large wet stain on his shirt.
Catherine accepted her son and nestled him close to her. "Awww, Gil you should be proud. It was his first experiment. Trajectory, velocity and the effects of gravity. I told you he was smart." She pointed to his chest. "Now we have proof."
"Cute. I'm going to change."
Catherine nodded and arranged her clothing to feed her son, talking to him as she settled him against her breast. "That'll teach Daddy to duck, won't it? Good aim. You'll be pitching in the majors before you know it."
"He'll be playing for the Cubs, just so you know." Gil sat next to her.
"Yes, I know. We've discussed this before." Catherine leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Before he goes to college and gets his PHD, right?"
"Exactly. How come you get to do the fun things like feed him and I get peed on?"
Catherine grimaced as the pressure increased on her breast. She inserted a finger to break the suction and repositioned Andrew. "Its not always fun. I'm the one who has to get up in the middle of the night for feedings. And since he won't take a bottle, I can't be away from him for more than two hours. Besides, he's got a mouth like a Cuisinart."
"He just knows what he wants. And he goes after it," Gil stated as he ran one finger down his son's soft cheek.
"With a vengeance," she agreed.
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"Gilbert Andrew Grissom!" Catherine exclaimed, waking Gil up from a sound sleep. He squinted at the clock. 2:30 in the morning.
"What did I do?" he mumbled sleepily.
"It's not what you did, it's what your son did. He peed on me!" Catherine grumbled as she walked into the bathroom to clean up.
"Serves you right for thinking it was funny when he did it to me." He pulled his wife close to him when she climbed back into bed. "Chicago Cubs, here we come," he whispered to her and let sleep claim him, dreams of what his son would accomplish filling his sleep.
Ok, hope you enjoyed this. And yes, in my world Gil's initials are GAG. LOL! Let me know if I should continue this or leave it alone.
AN: Thanks to Allie-wan for beta-ing! This is a potential series for ficlets, have no idea of how many there will be, but hope you enjoy. It's total fluff and nonsense, but after writing and reading great angst, I wanted something light and fluffly. Like the band Air Supply. Puff; air. Please r/r and tell me if you want more. I don't know Gil's full name so I made it up. Sue me.
Rating: S for Sweet.
Life According to the Grissom's: Episode 1: Diapers.
"It's your turn," Gil said. Baby Drew's cries floated from his bedroom out into the living room.
"Oh no, I did it last time. Besides, I can't get up," Catherine grinned at her husband and then turned back to the forensic article she was reading.
"I can fix that." Gil had been lying with his head on Catherine's lap, doing a crossword and enjoying the peace and quiet. Lindsey was staying at a friend's house and at two months old, Drew was content to eat, sleep and have his diaper changed. The latter with alarming frequency to Gil's mind. He sat up quickly and quipped. "There, nothing's stopping you now. Besides, he just needs a diaper change. I changed the last one."
"You did not!" Catherine exclaimed. "You were in the shower and trust me, it was a blowout. Nope, this one is all yours. Consider it bonding with your son."
Gil heaved himself off of the couch and went to see to his son. Catherine smiled as she listened to him talk to Andrew. He really was a great dad. He'd been worried about taking to fatherhood, since he'd never been around children much. He had always been great with Lindsey and after the initial fear when he held his newborn son; he'd been proving to be wonderful. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud when she heard Gil scolding their son.
"Andrew James. Why did you do that?"
"Catherine Grace Grissom, do you know what your son just did?" he asked her when he walked out holding Drew.
Feigning innocence, she gazed up at him. "Had an article posted in the Forensic Monthly Journal?"
"He peed on me!" Gil handed her the baby and she saw the large wet stain on his shirt.
Catherine accepted her son and nestled him close to her. "Awww, Gil you should be proud. It was his first experiment. Trajectory, velocity and the effects of gravity. I told you he was smart." She pointed to his chest. "Now we have proof."
"Cute. I'm going to change."
Catherine nodded and arranged her clothing to feed her son, talking to him as she settled him against her breast. "That'll teach Daddy to duck, won't it? Good aim. You'll be pitching in the majors before you know it."
"He'll be playing for the Cubs, just so you know." Gil sat next to her.
"Yes, I know. We've discussed this before." Catherine leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Before he goes to college and gets his PHD, right?"
"Exactly. How come you get to do the fun things like feed him and I get peed on?"
Catherine grimaced as the pressure increased on her breast. She inserted a finger to break the suction and repositioned Andrew. "Its not always fun. I'm the one who has to get up in the middle of the night for feedings. And since he won't take a bottle, I can't be away from him for more than two hours. Besides, he's got a mouth like a Cuisinart."
"He just knows what he wants. And he goes after it," Gil stated as he ran one finger down his son's soft cheek.
"With a vengeance," she agreed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Gilbert Andrew Grissom!" Catherine exclaimed, waking Gil up from a sound sleep. He squinted at the clock. 2:30 in the morning.
"What did I do?" he mumbled sleepily.
"It's not what you did, it's what your son did. He peed on me!" Catherine grumbled as she walked into the bathroom to clean up.
"Serves you right for thinking it was funny when he did it to me." He pulled his wife close to him when she climbed back into bed. "Chicago Cubs, here we come," he whispered to her and let sleep claim him, dreams of what his son would accomplish filling his sleep.
Ok, hope you enjoyed this. And yes, in my world Gil's initials are GAG. LOL! Let me know if I should continue this or leave it alone.