GC and family
Catherine's POV
I wake up in the arms of my husband, Gil Grissom. His breaths inhale, exhale. His hand drapes lightly on my stomach. I can feel his breaths on my neck.
I still remember the first day he declared his love for me.
I was shot, I thought I was gonna die. I went into a coma in the hospital after the operation. I woke up, and he was sitting there holding my hand and telling me how stupid he was not to tell me sooner that he loved me.
I looked outside, beautiful sunny day, birds are flying and chirping away.
My mind drifts back to when we had our first baby. Andrew. He's 5 now, he absolutely loves Lindsey. They had become best buds, I remember when he was still a baby, Lindsey would always play with him, every day even if she was busy she'd always find time to play with him.
Then our second one came, Matthew. Lindsey and Andrew were so excited when I told them. When he was born, he had some complications. He's an asthmatic. He's 3 years old. Lindsey also loved him very much and still does. Every afternoon at about 4pm, Andrew, Matthew and Lindsey would always do something together. I just love it, seeing your kids get along fine.
When Gil and me had Andrew we were afraid Lindsey would fill left out, but no, Gil made her feel like she was his daughter. He would always try to spend alone time with each of the kids and he still does.
Sometimes I wonder, if I had never got shot I would never be in this position.
I got up slowly not to wake Gil I walked down stairs to the porch to sit on the bench which Lindsey, Matthew and Andrew painted.
Minutes later the kids come down. "Morning mum," They all say. "Morning," I returned.
They played on the lawn with our dog Rover.
I just watched them .Then I feel hands that laid on my shoulder. Instanly I know that it's Gil.
"Morning honey," he says. Then he joins me on the chair.
"Morning," I say.
We sat there and watched our Kids playing. Once I'm filled with pure happiness. I got everything I ever wanted...................................a family.
End – This is my second story. Hope you like it.
I wake up in the arms of my husband, Gil Grissom. His breaths inhale, exhale. His hand drapes lightly on my stomach. I can feel his breaths on my neck.
I still remember the first day he declared his love for me.
I was shot, I thought I was gonna die. I went into a coma in the hospital after the operation. I woke up, and he was sitting there holding my hand and telling me how stupid he was not to tell me sooner that he loved me.
I looked outside, beautiful sunny day, birds are flying and chirping away.
My mind drifts back to when we had our first baby. Andrew. He's 5 now, he absolutely loves Lindsey. They had become best buds, I remember when he was still a baby, Lindsey would always play with him, every day even if she was busy she'd always find time to play with him.
Then our second one came, Matthew. Lindsey and Andrew were so excited when I told them. When he was born, he had some complications. He's an asthmatic. He's 3 years old. Lindsey also loved him very much and still does. Every afternoon at about 4pm, Andrew, Matthew and Lindsey would always do something together. I just love it, seeing your kids get along fine.
When Gil and me had Andrew we were afraid Lindsey would fill left out, but no, Gil made her feel like she was his daughter. He would always try to spend alone time with each of the kids and he still does.
Sometimes I wonder, if I had never got shot I would never be in this position.
I got up slowly not to wake Gil I walked down stairs to the porch to sit on the bench which Lindsey, Matthew and Andrew painted.
Minutes later the kids come down. "Morning mum," They all say. "Morning," I returned.
They played on the lawn with our dog Rover.
I just watched them .Then I feel hands that laid on my shoulder. Instanly I know that it's Gil.
"Morning honey," he says. Then he joins me on the chair.
"Morning," I say.
We sat there and watched our Kids playing. Once I'm filled with pure happiness. I got everything I ever wanted...................................a family.
End – This is my second story. Hope you like it.