Chapter Thirty Five:
He decided that pregnant women were possessed.
Brass had not prepared him for this.
If he had, he would have left for a sabbatical.
Her clothes no longer fit.
They went shopping.
She was never a picky dresser.
There was no need in their line of work.
Her wardrobe consisted of jeans and tops with some tops and jeans.
He could shop for these items.
He was not prepared to be dragged into dressing rooms and made to sit to let her model the outfit.
It was not Sara.
Of course, Sara had never been pregnant before.
With each top, she stared at it.
"Am I supposed to be this big?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," he said.
"It looks big," she said.
The sales clerk caught the conversation.
"Why don't we use the pregnancy pillow so you can get an idea how you'll be in six months."
They stared at one another.
She used it.
He gawked.
"It fits," she said.
"You think you'll be that big?" he asked.
She glared at him.
He decided the glare was not a good reaction.
"I mean you look exactly the way I imagined you would."
He wasn't sure he should speak any more as her glares continued.
She finally settled on several tops and bottoms with expandable waist.
He settled on working a double the next time she mentioned a shopping trip.
They walked hand in hand through the mall when she suddenly stopped and stared inside a shop.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I need to get a few other things," she said.
He started toward the entrance but she wouldn't budge.
"You could…go to the bookstore while I finish," she offered.
"I'm fine Sara. I don't mind," he said.
"I do."
He glanced inside the shop and kissed her quickly on the cheek while he hurried down the hall before she changed her mind.
She stepped inside and lifted the bra and panties.
She sighed.
She would miss her matching sets from Victoria Secret.
She imagined Grissom would also.
"Can I help you?" asked the clerk.
"I'm pregnant. Mine don't fit anymore."
The clerk smiled. "Let me show you some nursing bras and other items we have."
She stepped into the book store carrying another bag.
He smiled.
"Finished?"
She nodded as she yawned.
He took that as a cue that it was time to go home.
He put the items at the end of the bed as she crawled over to his side and fell asleep.
He chuckled.
He was finding that his side really meant theirs.
He was willing to share.
Unfortunately, she was taking up more and more of his space.
He pulled out the new outfits and hung them up in the closet. He took the other bag and started to put it in her closet when he decided to check its contents.
He pulled out the new bras and panties.
They were cute.
They were not what he was used to seeing.
They were made for pregnant women.
He decided he should put them back when he noticed the bras.
He sat down and examined one more closely.
It unsnapped and resnapped and the process made him giddy.
If all women wore these, men would get to more bases….
So much easier than the others…
He decided he could get used to these new items.
He placed the items back into the bag and set it inside her closet.
He made his way to her side of the bed and sat down deciding it was much easier than to try to obtain any part of his.
She mumbled a few words and then plopped over and went in search of him.
He caressed her abdomen and grinned the moment he felt the slight kick in return.
Life was good.
They had been disappointed when they were not able to determine the baby's sex at the last ultrasound.
The baby had purposely hid it from them.
"It's a girl," he said.
"He takes after you…It's most definitely a boy," she proclaimed.
They were happy.
They were getting ready to have a baby.
They were not prepared for the question.
"Where's the baby going to sleep?" asked Catherine.
They gave the deer in the headlight look.
"You mean you haven't thought about the baby's room."
They shook their head.
They stood there now staring at the townhouse.
"We could convert the study into a baby's room," he said.
"Too many book shelves built into the walls," she said.
"Basement…office?" he asked.
"No!"
"Sara, this townhouse was not meant for a family," he said.
"What are we going to do?" she asked.
"We'll move."
"I don't want to move!" she said with arms folded.
"Sara…"
"This is the only home I've ever known besides my foster family. We're not moving," she said.
"We didn't think about the baby's room…it certainly can't stay in our room," he said.
"The dog does!"
Hank's head shot up.
"That's different."
She turned on her heel and headed to the den.
He watched as she stood there staring.
It was the look that scared him.
It was similar to the same look she had given him that day she had cleaned out the house removing his prized possessions.
"Look, we can go on line and search for a house. It will be our first home that we choose together," he offered.
She waivered.
He smiled.
"We could knock out a wall," she said.
He became nervous.
"A wall?"
"Knock out a wall and extend….the backyard will be smaller," she said.
He felt himself beginning to sweat.
She didn't know what she was asking. This was a townhouse. A townhouse nestled in a neighborhood with restrictions. They just couldn't tear down a wall and build. They would be buried in paperwork for years. The baby would be in school by the time the red tape was cleared.
"Sofia has been here…Heather too" he said. "I don't mind staying here…"
He eyed her expression.
"Heather?" she said suddenly.
"She liked it," he said.
He felt himself holding his breath as he watched the wheels turning inside her head.
"Maybe another house wouldn't be a bad idea," she said slowly.
He grinned.
He sprinted over to the computer and brought up several choices of new homes while trying to hide her view of the wall facing the back yard.
"This is nice," he said.
"Too far," she said.
"How about this?" he asked.
She looked at him.
He decided to move to another choice.
They sat there for the next hour going through the prospects until they came across a three bedroom home.
"More than enough room," he pointed out.
"We could have an extra room in case we decided to have another," she said.
He decided he wouldn't attempt the subject for the moment but continued to look at the house.
"Close to the lab. Nice back yard for Hank and the baby," she said.
"Want to go look at it?" He asked.
"Could we afford that?" she asked.
He glanced at the wall and envisioned the lawsuit.
"Yes, we can," he said.
She smiled.
He felt relieved.
He was getting a hang of this married life.
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