Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters. The only characters I own are Caleb and Cassidy Grissom.
Toast
Sara yawned and wriggled herself back under the bed covers. It was early Saturday morning and she figured she had at least another hour before the twins woke up. She sat up and looked over at Grissom who lay snoring next to her. She smiled contentedly before lying down and closing her eyes again.
She must've only closed her eyes for 10 minutes when a loud crash from downstairs tore her away from the bed. Sara walked quickly downstairs. With each step she took, a strong bitter smell over took her. She followed the scent in to the kitchen and gasped at what she saw.
Two pyjama-clad 4 year olds stood innocently on the kitchen chairs which they had pushed up against the kitchen counter. They were surrounded by chaos. A pool of orange juice dripped off of the table, little bits of cereal scattered the floor and wispy bits of smoke rose from the toaster. Sara walked over to her children and put her hands on their lower backs.
"What are you guys doing?" She asked, kissing the tops of their heads.
"We maded you breakfast mommy!" Caleb grinned proudly.
Sara looked down at the plates in front of the twins. On each plate was two slices of badly burnt toast covered in what she could only assume was some kind of jelly. There were two uneven glasses of orange juice and two bowls of cereal. When she saw how much effort they had put in, she could easily forgive the mess they had made. Sara laughed and scooped the two of them up, kissing both of them.
"This is wonderful, thank you! You guys did this all by yourselves?" She asked.
"Yeah!" The twins nodded and smiled up at their mother.
"How about we go get a bath and then we can come down and eat?" Sara suggested, hoping that they would agree.
"And wake daddy?" Cassidy asked,
"Go wake daddy, I'll clean up the orange juice." Sara set the twins down on the floor and they ran off happily.
Sara ran her hands through her hair and surveyed the mess. She smiled to herself as she began to clean up the kitchen. She looked down at the burnt toast and smiled. After all, it's the thought that counts, right?