A/N: we could have written a hundred chapters for this story before ending-but, real life gets in the way! Hope you enjoy the ending-let us know! And-no, its not what some of you thought. Even in fanfic there is a 'eck' factor where we won't go! ENJOY!

Deliberate Decisions

Chapter 25

When Grissom presented the results of his extensive testing to his wife—along with possible treatments—Sara hesitated for three days before agreeing with his plan, which she would later learn was actually Martin's idea. Involving another person in their very intimate problems was almost more than she could accept and then Grissom and Martin brought in the scientific research for the procedure. She spent several days pouring over articles, research projects, and results and listening to Martin's recommendations.

"We'll go," she agreed. Even then she was undecided about accepting Martin's assistance—until he mentioned knowing one of the female physicians in the prestigious, and expensive, clinic—and decided there might be another reason he wanted to visit San Francisco.

Six months later, the physician laughed softly and ordered Sara to breathe. "Everything is fine, Sara! Every test is good." The sonogram wand glided across Sara's still flat belly.

"We were both throwing up this morning," Grissom grunted.

The physician laughed, "Sympathy morning sickness." She turned the screen so Sara and Grissom could see it. "This is great. What do you see?"

Sara gripped her husband's fingers so hard he thought they might crack under pressure, and then he forgot about pain as he saw the image—the images on the screen—as two little bean shaped forms floated and somersaulted and filled the monitor.

Almost seven months later, a few weeks before the expected date, Sara delivered, easily, a daughter with a thatch of dark hair on her perfectly round head. The baby gurgled and cooed, but never cried, which predicted an easy-going future. A few minutes later, before she and Grissom had time to finish their careful scrutiny of the baby girl, a son arrived, wailing within seconds of his birth, turning red and letting the world know he had arrived—which only predicted his temperament at the time, not for his future. Then each parent had a baby to hold and neither seemed to notice anything else, including the young man who slipped into the delivery room.

Quietly, Martin asked, "Is there room for one more in here?"

Soon after, someone took a photograph of the new family as the younger man and the new mother held babies while the older man hugged his wife and held up two fingers for the photographer; everyone smiled proudly.

Epilogue—a few years later

Early morning…

Sara knew her husband had been up and returned to bed. "Where are they?" She asked, sleepily, her head deep within a pillow in an attempt to shut out the early morning sunlight.

Grissom slid between expensive sheets, reached his arms around his wife and pulled her into a tight hug. "With Martin and Greg."

Sara rolled, softly giggling as she touched the warm naked body beside her. "Did you comb her hair?" Her arms slipped around his back so her hands held his shoulders. "No fair! You brushed your teeth."

"She's fine. They are going to breakfast." He wiggled his hips and nudged a knee between her legs. "We have at least an hour—McDonalds and a playground." His lips touched the curve of her neck. "And we're all alone—just us, in a hotel room," his voice hummed against Sara's skin. He kissed her so deeply that she tasted the minty flavor of his tongue against hers—kissed her for so long that she forgot to breathe until she had to break away for a breath and by then her mouth was as minty as her husband's.

Another laugh came from Sara. "Somehow I don't think Martin ever imagined his wedding day breakfast would be spent with little kids—his brother and sister."

Grissom chuckled easily. "They planned this—Martin said all the women would be sleeping late, you included, so they are fine." His hands found the edge of her shirt. "This is getting in my way."

Slowly, gently, with deliberate ease, passion sparked and flamed between the two. Finally, Sara was naked against him, her nipples like dark rose petals against soft velvet skin. Grissom covered her with kisses and heard a deep growl come from his chest. They sank together on the bed, nestling close, caressing, stroking, cradling each other as the crescendo of passions built and exploded into climaxes moments apart. And in its aftermath, quietly, gently, as two people deeply in love, they talked of events that had led to this day—a bright, sunny, beautiful day—perfect for a wedding.

The same day, a few hours later…

Sara had not been this excited—or this apprehensive—at her own wedding. Of course, that one had been a very simple civil ceremony compared to this lavish three-day affair. A large white tent sheltered tables, chairs, a dance floor, and a band stage. Away from the tent, on a knoll overlooking one of the most beautiful and recognized skylines in the world, guests were seated in rows of white chairs as a small string ensemble played music selected by the bride and groom.

Making sure that her mother-in-law was seated in the front row, Sara turned around and found the groom—her stepson, almost as handsome as her husband had been on their wedding day—who was in a solemn conversation with the ring bearer. Her husband stood next to the groom, smiling and looking extremely pleased with himself, his hand proudly on the shoulders of both his sons. His smile grew as the groom placed two rings in a large seashell the child was holding. Sara knew the rings were fake ones, but the expression on the little boy's face was serious as he heard instructions from his older brother.

Brothers—Sara smiled—more than brothers, she thought, because her children worshiped their older brother, Martin, with adoring passion. As she looked at her husband, his grown son, and the small boy, the family resemblance was striking; obvious from their blue eyes and curly hair to the shape of their hands and the quirky gait of their walk. Sara was not, had never been, very religious, but there was a sacred relationship between the three—proving that age made no difference in the love between father and son, between brothers. She smiled and waved at all three as they walked toward her in their formal morning suits.

At the sound of little girls' giggles—three flower girls dressed in bright pink silk and organza dresses, flittering around like butterflies in a field of flowers—she turned. The smallest of the girls ran to Sara and twirled in circles.

"Am I beautiful, Mommy? I love my dress! I'm going to wear it forever!"

Sara kissed her daughter. "You are beautiful, Annabeth! Tell me what you are going to do." Sara combed her daughter's dark curls with her fingers. Both her children were beautiful—fraternal twins, a gift, a miracle, when she and Grissom had almost given up having their own children.

"I walk in front of the bride—like this." The child walked slowly for several steps. "Lisette and Meggie walk in front of me and we drop our petals."

Sara bent to the level of her daughter's cerulean eyes. "That's right. Mommy and Daddy will walk in before you and Andy will be in front of us. Then we'll watch you as you walk." Sara tucked a stray curl behind her daughter's ear. "And after the wedding, we'll get to dance and eat cake."

Grissom and Martin joined her, both men giving admiring approval to Annabeth as she danced around them and made funny faces at her brother. Grissom asked, "Does this remind you of our wedding, dear?"

Sara laughed, "Not in the least—but ours was perfect for us." She tilted her head and kissed him.

Grissom pointed to the small children. "Do you think this is going to work?"

At once, Sara and Martin said, "Of course!"

The music changed and the groom linked his arm with Sara's.

Grissom caught his young son, straightened the vest and bowtie the boy was wearing, saying, "Now, Andrew, it's up to you to lead everyone up the aisle."

Gravely, the little boy nodded and took his place at the front of the procession. Grissom stood beside his grown son and asked, "Ready for this?" and gently slapped his hand on Martin's back.

Martin nodded, "It's a perfect day."

Sara quickly looked around for Annabeth and found her with the two other flower girls. The sweet fragrance of flowering trees carried on the breeze. The blue dome of the sky was bright and cloudless. In the distance, the ocean was rippled azure and green with white crests rolling in and breaking against a shoreline she could not see. Sara knew this was one of the most serene, peaceful places on earth.

Martin caught her eye and smiled. She pressed her fingers against his arm, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek, and whispered, "Thank you, Martin, for making this possible. Thank you for this family."

A/N: How did Sara and Grissom have their own babies? Check out advanced ICSI—intracytoplasmic sperm injection—NOT what some of you thought! (Cornell University website has good information.)

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