Chapter 4

The first rays of the morning sun shown in the bedroom window. Sara woke to an empty bed grabbing a robe she went to find her husband. She found him standing on the porch.

"There you are," she said walking up beside him, "You know how I hate waking to an empty bed."

Gil smiled as she lay her head on his shoulder. He loved this woman, the way she would touch his arm as she walked by or the tender way she lay her hand on his shoulder whenever she would stand behind his chair. Each word, each touch told him just how much she loved him.

Gil felt a strong since of guilt, he wondered if she knew just how much he loved for her.

A plan was beginning to form in his head.

"Just had some thinking to do," he said.

"Me too," she said, "I'm thinking about something to eat."

Gil took her hand and followed her into the kitchen. As they ate they talked. Gil loved to hear Sara talk, he loved the sound of her voice.

"So," Gil said after he had finished eating, "Do you really want to spend the whole day in the bed?"

Sara smiled, "Now that would be an interesting way to spend our second anniversary. Doing nothing but making love."

Gil took her hand, "I don't think I could think of a better way to celebrate but I doubt this old man has that much in him."

Sara smiled. Why did he let his age bother him so? Gil was much younger then his years - much more virile then men half his age. She was sure he had it in him, there were times when she couldn't keep up with him.

Sara winked, "Wanta try?"

"Long as you promise to take it easy on me," Gil said, standing and taking her hand.

"Never," she whispered.

After they had finished making love Sara and Gil - both totally exhausted and hardly able to move - lay in each others arms, Sara traced the number five on Gil's chest.

Gil picked up her hand and kissed it, "5 times? Who would have ever thought."

Sara kissed his chest, "Me."

Gil snickered, "Mom would be ecstatic if she knew."

"You going to tell her?" Sara asked jokingly.

"No," he said.

Gil and Sara cuddled a little longer.

"I'm starved," Gil said, "How about we shower and go somewhere for dinner?"

"Sara stood, bent and kissed him, "You think we need to shower?"

Gil patted her bottom, "Scram."

Later that evening Gil and Sara sat in one of the finer eateries in Vegas. As they ate they talked about everything except the one thing that Gil had been on his mind for a while now, that was a decision he was going to make on his own.

After dinner they went to a show, followed by a quiet drink.

After dinner Gil and Sara sat on the porch, watching the sun set.

"Is it really that absurd?" Sara asked.

"Is what really that absurd?" Gil asked.

"A ….. Never mind," Sara said.

"No," he said, putting his arms around her.

"Nothing," Sara said, leaning closer to him.

"Sara," Gil said, "Stop it. This is not what we are. We always talk about things. Is what really that absurd?"

"A child," Sara said.

Gil looked at her, "A baby? At our age?"

"You're right," Sara said.

Then, trying to redirect his attention Sara took his hand, "How about we try to break the record we set this morning?''

Gil shook his head, "You know, just yesterday we sat at my mothers place and told her that sex was not the most important part of out marriage."

Sara kissed his hand, "It's not. I just want to make sure that I get all I can while your home."

They didn't break their record but they did come close.

Sara lay nestled in Gil's arms, his even breathing led her to believe he was asleep.

She was not sure if it was her biological clock ticking or the look on Betty's face when she had asked about a grandchild. But something way down inside her almost hurt, almost felt a longing or a need.

"Don't be stupid, Sidle," Sara said, "A baby at out age is unthinkable. Anyway, didn't I just get done telling Betty that I wouldn't try to make Gil into something that he is not. And wouldn't a baby force him into that type a decision? Get that foolish idea out of you head."

Sara closed her eyes. What she was not aware of was that Gil had not yet fallen asleep, he had heard every word she had said.

"Now who is being the selfish one?" Gil wondered to himself.

Gil was trying to make sense of what Sara was thinking, could she really want a child? Would she be willing to make the sacrifices it would take to raise a child - could she walk away from the lab? From the work she so loved? Maybe they should take about it, not to themselves - but to each other.

To have or not to have a "geek baby" that seems to be the question. The votes were tied, so I guess I'll have to think about it some more. A few of you had remarked that having a baby at this stage of their lives could be dangerous. I am well aware of that. I had an unexpected pregnancy when I was 47 and thank God she is a completely healthy 16 yr old that I love with all my heart. It hasn't been easy but she is defiantly a blessing.