I had to changed this chapter a bit, because one reader said that it was very very similair to one of hers. So I tried to alter it.. I hope it's still as good.
Right. So, I have no experience of births or maternity hospitals, or anything really... so I'm just going to make it up, and try and be as accurate as possible. Very sorry if I get things wrong.
Another month later, Gil and Sara were lying in bed, just home from their small, intimate wedding.
" Are you sure you don't wanna go on honeymoon, Sara?" Grissom asked quietly.
" Yeah, honestly Gil," she nodded. " I just wanna get used to being married, you know, and get back into a routine."
" Okay," he nodded, taking her left hand into his, smiling as he looked at the silver band.
" God, we're married," she giggled.
" I know. It's amazing, huh?" Grissom laughed. " I love you honey."
" I love you too," Sara beamed.
3 months later, Grissom got home from a long, hard day at work. All he wanted to do was sink into the couch and watch television, but as he stepped into the house, he heard loud moaning and heavy breathing.
" Sara?" he asked worriedly. " Sara... honey... where are you?"
" Gil... uh... don't come in..." Sara replied quickly. Too quickly.
" No, Sara, seriously, where are you?" Grissom asked.
" I'll be out in a minute," she said and a moment later, she came out, wrapped in a white towel, her hair wet. " Hey..."
She gasped and her face contorted in pain, and Grissom was instantly at her side.
" Sara, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
" Nothing..." she took a deep breath, eyes filling up.
" Pants on fire," he smiled slightly, and she looked into his eyes and smiled.
" Okay... I ... I think the baby's coming Gil," she said quietly.
" Oh... uh... right, yeah... uh..." the blood drained from Grissom's face, and he paused. " Okay... well... uh... I'll go and get a top and things for you, and then we can get going.. yeah?"
" Uhu," Sara nodded, sitting down on the couch. " Ow... owch... HURRY UP GIL!"
" Oh... sorry," he mentally shook himself and ran through to the bedroom, grabbing a top, underwear, and a pair of black trousers, and then he ran through, helping her to get dressed, and then he bolted out the door, only to hear Sara screaming at him.
" GIL GRISSOM!!! GET BACK HERE!!!! I CAN'T WALK LIKE THIS!!!" she shouted.
Grissom closed his eyes, shaking his head, running back through, scooping Sara up into his arms and helping her into the car.
He was getting into the car when she screamed again.
" THE FUCKING DOOR GIL!!!" she shouted.
He looked round, and the front door was lying wide open.
" Shit..." he muttered under his breath, hopping out and closing the door, locking it, running back to the car.
He reached down to start the engine, but he couldn't see the keys, and he looked round at the door, and the keys were dangling rfom the lock.
" God DAMNIT!" he sighed and got out, grabbed the keys, and got back into the car. " Right... you're here... I have the keys... we can go now?"
" HURRY IT UP GIL!" Sara screamed, making Grissom jump, and he started the engine and sped off.
Up at the hospital, Sara was rushed in, 9cms dilated. At 10cms, she would have to push.
" THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT! I HATE YOU!!" Sara screamed.
" What?!" Grissom was shocked. " Sara... I'm sorry. If I could do this for you, I would, you know that..."
" YOU'RE ONLY SAYING THAT BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT YOU WILL NEVER, EVER BE ABLE TO!! IF YOU HAD THE CHOICE, YOU WOULDN'T BE SAYING THAT, WOULD YOU?!" Sara slapped his arm.
" Ow! Sara! That hurt! Stop it!" Grissom exclaimed.
" THAT HURT?! WHAT ABOUT THIS? YOU THINK THIS IS A WALK IN THE PARK?!" Sara slapped him again, and he jumped, holding his arm.
She continued to slap him, and then she resorted to punching him, over and over and over again.
" Sara! Stop it!" Grissom shouted.
" NO!! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!!!" she screamed. " IF I WANT TO HURT YOU I DAMN WELL WILL!!!" and with that she resumed punching him.
" Right, Sara, that is IT!! I am outta here!" Grissom exclaimed, standing up and walking out.
" THAT'S RIGHT! TYPICAL GIL FUCKING GRISSOM! WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, HE TAKES HIMSELF OUT OF THE SITUATION AND DISTANCES HIMSELF!! YEAH, YOU GO IF YOU WANT TO!!! SEE IF I CARE!! I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN YOU BIG SHIT!!!" Sara screamed.
A few minutes later, Sara's doctor, Dr. McGinley, came striding along to find Grissom pacing furiously up and down outside the room.
" Mr Grissom," she said. " Why aren't you in there? Sara needs you at a time like this..."
" Please, call me Gil," Grissom sighed, running his ahnds over his face. " She kept on hitting me. She slapped me, loads of times, and then she started punching me, so I had to leave. I just... I didn't know if I could have held my temper if she had kept hitting me."
" I'm sure she didn't mean to upset you," Dr. McGinley smiled slightly. " She's in extreme pain, and she's panicking. She wants somebody else to be in pain to, probably because she doesn't want to seem stupid. She's lashing out at you, because she knows that you're one of the only people who won't walk out on her because of that. Come in with me."
" Uh... no... I'd rather my baby had parents," Grissom shook his head. " If I go in there, we'll end up fighting, and god knows we're both hot-heads if provoked."
" Okay. Well, is there anything I can tell her?" Dr. McGinley smiled.
" Yeah... uh... say... say... uh..." Grissom sighed, recalling the time he was on the phone to the florists, trying to think of a sentiment for the card on the plant he was sending to Sara. " No... no... it's fine thank you."
" Sure?" Dr. McGinley asked, and Grissom nodded, so she headed inside.
Sara was lying in bed, screaming at the nurse, who looked a bit flabbergasted.
" Sara," Dr. McGinley took her left hand in both of hers. " Sara, listen to me, you need to calm down, if for nobody but the baby's sake."
" Calm down?!" Sara was away to start ranting, but she started crying instead.
" Okay," Dr. McGinley nodded. " Gil's outside."
" He's a spineless coward. God knows why I married him!"," she sighed.
" He has your best interests at heart, you know," the doctor said.
" Yeah, right..." Sara glared at the nurse.
" Sara, I can tell that the man loves you," Dr. McGinley stated.
" Oh, I don't care!" Sara shouted. " Will you just..." Sara screamed out in pain, then bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes, screwing up her face. " Leave me alone... please..."
" Okay," Dr. McGinley nodded and went back outside the room. " Gil..."
" Oh, god, has something happened?" Grissom asked worriedly.
" No, no, nothing's changed. It's just that.. well, I know you say you and Sara will end up fighting if you go back in there, but I think that you should go in." Dr. McGinley shook her head.
" Oh, right, yeah. And that'll do the world of good for our baby, " Grissom said sarcastically.
" No, honestly Gil. She's in pain, and it's obvious she thinks she's being weak. She just needs somebody to tell her otherwise," Dr. McGinley stated.
" I can't," Grissom shook his head.
" Yes you can," Dr. McGinley nodded. " You could really let yourself miss the birth of your child just because you don't want to involve yourself in all that in there?"
" I didn't say that!" Grissom argued.
" No, you're right, you didn't... but I can tell," Dr. McGinley stated. " Either go in or try and live with yourself for missing out."
" I..." Grissom didn't know what to say to that.
Dr. McGinley smiled slightly and opened the door for him. He paused, opening his mouth to speak, but then after a moment he closed it again, sighed, nodded and slowly walked in.
" Sara..." he said quietly.
" OH, BACK FOR SOME MORE ARE WE?!" she screamed at him.
" No, Sara..." Grissom started, but was interrupted by a pillow being flung right into his face.
He took a deep breath, counted to ten, picked the pillow up off the floor and walked over to Sara's bedside. She tried to start hitting him again, but he grabbed her wrists, and after a few minutes of struggling, Sara realised that he was far too strong for her to win against, and she just gave up.
" Why are you in here? You left," she said quietly, looking away from Grissom.
" I know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left. It's just that, you were hitting me, and you know what I can get like... and I just... I didn't want to end up fighting with you," Grissom admitted softly.
" Yeah, right," Sara laughed incredulously.
Grissom sighed and said, " Look at me, Sara." She didn't move, so he said it again. " Look at me."
She looked round with a sigh, not meaning to look into his eyes, but doing so, and she just couldn't fight him anymore.
" I know you're scared. I know you're in pain," he said. " It's okay to be scared. I am too. And it's okay to show people that you're hurting. Honestly. It is."
" Like you would know..." she muttered under her breath.
" I know it's rich coming from me. I know," Grissom nodded with a sigh. " But trust me. I may not be good with people, but I know what's acceptable, and showing pain during child-birth definitely is." There was a pause, and then he added with a smirk, " Unless you're a scientologist..."
Sara looked up at him and couldn'thelp but giggle.
" So, are you gonna calm down a bit now?" he asked. " All this stress isn't good for you or the baby, so we don't need to add to it by fighting and rowing, do we?"
" No," Sara shook her head, feeling like a bad little school-girl getting into trouble from her teacher under Grissom's piercing blue gaze.
" Okay, so are we gonna focus on getting our baby in our arms nice and safe?" he asked quietly.
" Yeah," she nodded. " Sorry."
" Don't worry about it," he took hre hand in his, gently kissing her palm. " I love you."
" I love you too," she smiled slightly.
Half an hour later, Sara was handed her baby son. She immediately started crying, and even Grissom had tears in his eyes.
" Gil, he's got your eyes," Sara beamed.
" Yeah," Grissom laughed.
" Oh, god, he's beautiful," Sara sobbed. " Wow... Gil, thank you so much."
" I... uh... yeah," Grissom nodded, it all sinking in, making him disappear into himself to process it all.
Sara beamed, looking at her husband, knowing exactly what was going on.
Half an hour later, Grissom had managed to get his speech back, and Sara asked quietly, " What are we gonna call him Gil?"
" You know what? That never even crossed my mind..." Grissom shook his head, amazed that a name for his child had not even crossed his mind.
" Well, I want him to have Gilbert as his middle name," Sara said.
" Alright," Grissom nodded. " Well, I like... Jacob."
" Naw," Sara shook her head. " I like Sam."
" I don't wanna give my son the same name as Catherine's father," he shook his head.
" Okay. Well... I like... Josh," Sara said.
" Yeah, I guess it's okay," he nodded. " How about we make it Joshua, and we can call him Josh as a nick-name?"
" I like that idea," Sara nodded. " Joshua Gilbert Grissom. That sounds really nice actually..."
" Yeah, it does, huh?" Grissom grinned. " So, our son is called Joshua?"
" Or Josh for short," Sara smiled.
" Joshua means God is my salvation," Grissom said. " It's Hebrew. Joshua led the Israelites into the promised land."
" I like it," Sara smiled.
The happy family sat for ages, in the warm, cosy atmosphere of their hospital room, Grissom and Sara in awe of the tiny life they had created together, basking in the new parent-ness they had found.