Disclaimers: Do I have to? I don't own them, never have. never will.
AN: Here is the third episode in my series. Doctor Sarah was my doctor when I delivered my son, so I thought I'd use her here. Some of these things in this series are and are going to be taken directly from my experience with my son; some are made up. Hey, you write what you know. Anyway, not all these fics are gonna have blurbs about breastfeeding, but hey, Baby Andrew is only 9 weeks old and that's about all he's concerned with. Anyone who has a child or has been around babies knows that. I think that's it for now. Just another glimpse into the lives of Gil and family. Please read and review. Again, for some odd reason, I'm really nervous about these little blurbs, so feedback is appreciated. Gives me the will to continue.
Episode 3--Changes.
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Gil cradled his son close to him; studying a face he'd memorized the first time he held him. "Did I tell you about the day you were born?" He watched as Andrew's chubby arms waved in the air. He caught one waving fist and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the tiny fingers that wrapped around his.
"It was a Thursday and your mom had been in labor for hours. . ."
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"Okay, Catherine. I see the head. Stop pushing while I suction." Doctor Sarah, as she was known to her patients, quickly suctioned the nose and mouth and looked at Catherine. "Okay, next contraction, push and we should have this baby out." She smiled at her. "You ready?"
Catherine nodded and struggled into position and felt Gil's arm around her back, supporting her. She was so tired and she just wanted this to be over. She looked at Gil, seeing the excitement and awe in his eyes. "I can't, Gil. I'm too tired."
"You can do it," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "It's almost over now, you're doing great. Just a little more."
"Catherine push!" Doctor Sarah ordered.
Catherine tucked her chin to her chest and pushed with everything she had in her, Gil's words of encouragement giving her strength to continue. Her cry ended on a sob as she felt her baby slide from her body into the doctors waiting arms.
"It's a boy! Congratulations!" Doctor Sarah placed the red-faced squalling infant onto Catherine's stomach and went about preparing to cut the cord.
"Oh my God," Catherine breathed. "He's so beautiful!" The tears were running down her face and she blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision. She reached out with shaky fingers and traced her newborn son's face. "Hey Andrew." She looked at her husband and the tears in his eyes made hers fall faster.
"You're beautiful." Gil leaned over and kissed her. Her hair was plastered to her head and her face flushed from exertion, but he'd never seen her more beautiful. He turned his gaze to his son. "Can I touch him?" Gil asked, his voice barely a whisper, as if he was afraid if he spoke any louder the miracle in front of him would vanish.
Catherine laughed through her tears. "Yes. It's okay, he won't break."
Gil reached out and touched Andrew's tiny foot. "He's so small." Gil was in awe. He felt like he was walking in molasses and everything had a dream- like quality to it.
"Dad, do you want to cut the cord?" The doctor held the steel surgical scissors out to him.
Gil nodded, took the scissors and looking at his son and then to his wife, he cut the cord that had given him life for nine months. Andrew James Grissom was no longer physically connected to Catherine. But he would be connected in a different, yet equally important way.
"Come with me, Dad and we'll get him cleaned up." The nurse whisked baby Andrew away and over to the heated incubator.
He held Catherine's hand, torn between staying with her and going to his son.
"Go, he needs you." She smiled at him as she started to shake.
"Are you okay? Why are you shaking?" Concern filled his face.
"I'm fine, just cold. Go see your son." Catherine waved him away. She watched him walk over to the baby and then looked at the nurse. "I don't feel so good," she whispered.
The nurse put some warm blankets over Catherine and then put an oxygen mask over her face. "Here, let's get you some O2 and you'll feel better."
"Catherine, let's get this placenta delivered." She pressed on Catherine's belly, helping to expel the placenta. A gush of blood hit the doctor's legs and splashed onto the floor. Too much blood; it was rushing out of Catherine at an alarming rate.
Doctor's voice rang out through the birthing room, calm, but urgent, momentarily stopping everyone. "She's hemorrhaging. Get me 4 ml of oxytocin diluted in one liter of NS at a rate of 20 milliunits a minute. What's her pressure?"
"95/54. Heart rate is 86." Called out a nurse as the room exploded into action, nurses running to get the needed supplies.
Gil stood next to his son, frozen in shock. 'This can't be happening,' he thought frantically. Next to him, Andrew's wails increased, as if he sensed his mother's distress.
"Come on, Catherine. Work with me here," Doctor Sarah muttered. She worked frantically to slow the bleeding. "I want her pressures monitored carefully. Oxytocin will cause hypotension." She looked at the nurse monitoring Catherine's vitals. "Talk to her, keep her with us."
"Catherine! Open your eyes, Catherine." The nurse shook her head at the doctor and kept trying to get Catherine to respond.
"Pitocin is running," a nurse called out.
Doctor Sarah nodded in reply, but didn't reply. After a few minutes, the Pitocin kicked in and she watched the blood slow to a normal trickle. She heaved a sigh of relief. This could have been bad, really bad, really fast. Catherine was one of her favorite patients and she had delivered Lindsey. She didn't know who was more excited when Catherine found out she was pregnant again, her or Catherine. She blinked back tears; there would be time for that later. She turned to Gil; he looked worse than Catherine did.
"Someone get him a chair next to his wife." She smiled at him. "I've had enough drama in this room today, I don't need him passing out on me."
"Is she going to be alright?" He locked eyes with the doctor as he was pushed down into the chair next to the bed Catherine was laying on.
"She's gonna be fine. We will be monitoring her very closely over the next few hours, checking for any increase in bleeding." She nodded at the monitors that showed Catherine's vital signs in bright red numbers. "Her pressure is fine, a little low, but that's from the Oxytocin and loss of blood. She lost more than she needed, but not enough for her to need a transfusion." She looked down and then at him again. "This is why I'm not a big fan of home births. Things can happen very quickly during labor and delivery." She stood up. "I'm going to look at your son and then you can hold him."
Gil nodded and looked at Catherine. She was so still and although her color was coming back, she was pale. 'She's hemorrhaging'. The words echoed in his ears; he had almost lost her. He'd almost lost the one person who meant the most to him and he was still having trouble processing it. He looked up to see the nurse holding his son out to him.
"Here's your son, Mr. Grissom."
Andrew had stopped crying and was wrapped in a purple blanket with a blue knit cap on his tiny head. Gil could see the inky black hair around his ears and the delicate arch of his eyebrows. 'Black,' he thought randomly. 'My mother said my hair was black at birth.' He looked at Catherine, lying just inches from him and he didn't know what to do. He thought he was prepared for this, but Catherine wasn't supposed to almost die, and elation and despair warred within him. He opened his mouth to refuse her and stopped. Part of him wanted to focus solely on his wife until she opened her eyes and spoke to him, but the other part wanted to hold his son and revel in the sensations of holding him for the first time.
"Hold him, Gil." Gil's head turned toward the soft voice so quickly that he could hear the tendons creak. "He needs you to hold him."
"Catherine," he breathed. "Are you okay?"
She nodded and smiled at him. A weak, small smile, but it lit up his world. "I'm tired, but I'm okay. Hold your son."
Gil nodded and held out his arms to accept Andrew's slight weight. He stared at him, memorizing his face, taking in the tiny cleft in his chin, the delicate slope of his nose. Like most parents, Gil didn't see the splotchy redness to the cheeks, the almost squashed look or the slight 'coning' of the head. What Gil Grissom saw was perfection. "He's perfect," he said softly and looked at his wife, tears rolling down his cheeks. "He's absolutely perfect."
Catherine held on arm out. "Let me see him."
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Catherine pushed herself away from the doorjamb that she'd been leaning on and walked over to her husband.
"Are you telling him that story again?" She shook her head at him. "You're going to scare him. It'll be in his little head all day." She leaned over and planted a kiss on Gil's lips.
Not satisfied with the quick peck, Gil threaded his fingers and kissed her again, tasting her sweetness. "How was your first night back?" he asked, finally releasing her.
"Great! Stayed fairly busy, but not overly so. You've got a lot of paperwork to do." She had to tease him, knowing how much he hated paperwork. She turned her attention to her son.
"Good morning, Andrew." She watched, delighted, as his entire body wriggled with excitement at seeing her. "Did you miss Mommy? What did you and Daddy do?"
Andrew's pacifier fell out of his mouth as he smiled at her. A few days earlier, Andrew had started responding to smiles with his own toothless grins, much to his doting parents' delight.
"I think he did miss you," Gil told her. "He didn't sleep very well. And I told you how much he 'enjoyed' his bottle." He'd called Catherine after unsuccessfully trying to get his son to accept a bottle. "I think he finally got so hungry that he gave up." He stood up to let Catherine have the rocker.
"He is picky. Lindsey never cared where her food came from as long as it was on time." She sat down and started feeding her son, sighing in relief as the pressure in her breasts started to ease. "Slow down, Piglet. There's plenty there," she said to her son as he sucked greedily. She watched, fascinated as his eyes rolled back and his lids closed in satisfaction. She looked at Gil, who had planted himself on the floor across from her, his back against the crib.
"I was thinking that we should continue with the bottle at night, that way he doesn't get confused. He'll just have to learn that even if I'm doing the feeding, night time is bottle time."
"Sounds good to me," Gil agreed. "You just have to convince him. I don't think that is going to be easy." His blue eyes roamed over her. "You look tired."
"I am and I'm so glad to be only part time. I didn't have that option with Lindsey and I'm grateful for it now. Especially since I don't have to work two or more nights in a row." She closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them. "I like the new CSI. Pretty green, but I think she'll work out fine."
"Me too. She's weathered the hazing from the guys nicely. But Greg won't leave her alone."
Catherine chuckled. "I noticed that. He's even worse with her than he was with Sara. I thought that was pretty bad."
"It was. He needs to settle down; he's too carefree. Especially in the lab." Gil shook his head. He had little use for silly antics in the workplace.
"I know. And he will. He's like a puppy let lose in a room full of admirers." She grinned. "He has gotten better though, you have to admit that. And he's great at his job. We're lucky to have him."
"Yes we are. I will admit that."
"Lindsey get off to school okay this morning," Catherine asked, changing the subject.
"Yes, she did. She was nervous about her test today." Gil shook his head. "I don't know why, I quizzed her last night and she did wonderfully. She's a smart kid. I don't know if I'm ready for this boy stuff. She spent an hour on the phone last night, giggling over some guy they thought was, I believe they used the term, 'hot'." He shuddered. "Do you know who they were talking about?"
"Let me think, today is Monday. . ." she trailed off as if in deep thought. "Probably not the same one she was giggling over yesterday. I give, who is it?"
Gil grinned at her. "Greg."
Catherine's head shot up and she looked at him in shock. She was in the middle of transferring Andrew to the other breast and he cried his protest when she stopped. "Sorry, baby." She settled Andrew and looked at Gil again.
"Greg? Our Greg? Greg Sanders?" Her voice was incredulous.
"Yes apparently he made quite the impression on her and her friend last week when we stopped by the lab after play practice. Flirted with them, made them feel special, that sort of thing. Now it seems that they are quite smitten." Gil chuckled; he was clearly enjoying this. "I even overheard them picking out baby names," Gil studied his fingernails with feigned scrutiny, waiting for her response. He wasn't disappointed.
"You are never taking her to the lab again." Catherine pointed at him. "Greg Sanders? I'm gonna lock her in a closet.' Catherine shook her head in disbelief. "Well, I suppose he is cute in a little brother kind of way. And he can be charming." She shuddered. "Greg Sanders. This is all your fault," she accused.
Gil laughed and held his hands up. "Hey, I didn't do anything. Besides you told me yourself that this is just a stage. Last month when she had a crush on Warrick. You told me and I quote, 'Just ignore it, Gil. She's almost thirteen. It's a stage and she'll outgrow it.' " He smiled smugly at her. "And you tell me I don't listen to you."
"You're right. And I'll just keep repeating that to myself. Over and over and over."
"And I'll remind you. Over and over and over."
They sat in companionable silence until Drew finished his feeding. Catherine burped him, put a fresh diaper on him, laid him in his crib, and stood there watching him for a few minutes. "He looks just like you," she whispered. She turned and walked out of the room, tugging Gil with her.
"Come on," she said. "I've got three things to do while he's sleeping."
"And they are?" Gil asked.
"Shower, make love to my husband and sleep. So I decided, out of sake of convenience, to combine the first two." She turned to him and started unbuttoning his shirt, backing towards their bedroom.
"I love convenience." Gil said, removing her shirt and tossing it aside.
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That's all folks. Stay tuned for Episode 4 coming to a site near you.
AN: Here is the third episode in my series. Doctor Sarah was my doctor when I delivered my son, so I thought I'd use her here. Some of these things in this series are and are going to be taken directly from my experience with my son; some are made up. Hey, you write what you know. Anyway, not all these fics are gonna have blurbs about breastfeeding, but hey, Baby Andrew is only 9 weeks old and that's about all he's concerned with. Anyone who has a child or has been around babies knows that. I think that's it for now. Just another glimpse into the lives of Gil and family. Please read and review. Again, for some odd reason, I'm really nervous about these little blurbs, so feedback is appreciated. Gives me the will to continue.
Episode 3--Changes.
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Gil cradled his son close to him; studying a face he'd memorized the first time he held him. "Did I tell you about the day you were born?" He watched as Andrew's chubby arms waved in the air. He caught one waving fist and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the tiny fingers that wrapped around his.
"It was a Thursday and your mom had been in labor for hours. . ."
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"Okay, Catherine. I see the head. Stop pushing while I suction." Doctor Sarah, as she was known to her patients, quickly suctioned the nose and mouth and looked at Catherine. "Okay, next contraction, push and we should have this baby out." She smiled at her. "You ready?"
Catherine nodded and struggled into position and felt Gil's arm around her back, supporting her. She was so tired and she just wanted this to be over. She looked at Gil, seeing the excitement and awe in his eyes. "I can't, Gil. I'm too tired."
"You can do it," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "It's almost over now, you're doing great. Just a little more."
"Catherine push!" Doctor Sarah ordered.
Catherine tucked her chin to her chest and pushed with everything she had in her, Gil's words of encouragement giving her strength to continue. Her cry ended on a sob as she felt her baby slide from her body into the doctors waiting arms.
"It's a boy! Congratulations!" Doctor Sarah placed the red-faced squalling infant onto Catherine's stomach and went about preparing to cut the cord.
"Oh my God," Catherine breathed. "He's so beautiful!" The tears were running down her face and she blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision. She reached out with shaky fingers and traced her newborn son's face. "Hey Andrew." She looked at her husband and the tears in his eyes made hers fall faster.
"You're beautiful." Gil leaned over and kissed her. Her hair was plastered to her head and her face flushed from exertion, but he'd never seen her more beautiful. He turned his gaze to his son. "Can I touch him?" Gil asked, his voice barely a whisper, as if he was afraid if he spoke any louder the miracle in front of him would vanish.
Catherine laughed through her tears. "Yes. It's okay, he won't break."
Gil reached out and touched Andrew's tiny foot. "He's so small." Gil was in awe. He felt like he was walking in molasses and everything had a dream- like quality to it.
"Dad, do you want to cut the cord?" The doctor held the steel surgical scissors out to him.
Gil nodded, took the scissors and looking at his son and then to his wife, he cut the cord that had given him life for nine months. Andrew James Grissom was no longer physically connected to Catherine. But he would be connected in a different, yet equally important way.
"Come with me, Dad and we'll get him cleaned up." The nurse whisked baby Andrew away and over to the heated incubator.
He held Catherine's hand, torn between staying with her and going to his son.
"Go, he needs you." She smiled at him as she started to shake.
"Are you okay? Why are you shaking?" Concern filled his face.
"I'm fine, just cold. Go see your son." Catherine waved him away. She watched him walk over to the baby and then looked at the nurse. "I don't feel so good," she whispered.
The nurse put some warm blankets over Catherine and then put an oxygen mask over her face. "Here, let's get you some O2 and you'll feel better."
"Catherine, let's get this placenta delivered." She pressed on Catherine's belly, helping to expel the placenta. A gush of blood hit the doctor's legs and splashed onto the floor. Too much blood; it was rushing out of Catherine at an alarming rate.
Doctor's voice rang out through the birthing room, calm, but urgent, momentarily stopping everyone. "She's hemorrhaging. Get me 4 ml of oxytocin diluted in one liter of NS at a rate of 20 milliunits a minute. What's her pressure?"
"95/54. Heart rate is 86." Called out a nurse as the room exploded into action, nurses running to get the needed supplies.
Gil stood next to his son, frozen in shock. 'This can't be happening,' he thought frantically. Next to him, Andrew's wails increased, as if he sensed his mother's distress.
"Come on, Catherine. Work with me here," Doctor Sarah muttered. She worked frantically to slow the bleeding. "I want her pressures monitored carefully. Oxytocin will cause hypotension." She looked at the nurse monitoring Catherine's vitals. "Talk to her, keep her with us."
"Catherine! Open your eyes, Catherine." The nurse shook her head at the doctor and kept trying to get Catherine to respond.
"Pitocin is running," a nurse called out.
Doctor Sarah nodded in reply, but didn't reply. After a few minutes, the Pitocin kicked in and she watched the blood slow to a normal trickle. She heaved a sigh of relief. This could have been bad, really bad, really fast. Catherine was one of her favorite patients and she had delivered Lindsey. She didn't know who was more excited when Catherine found out she was pregnant again, her or Catherine. She blinked back tears; there would be time for that later. She turned to Gil; he looked worse than Catherine did.
"Someone get him a chair next to his wife." She smiled at him. "I've had enough drama in this room today, I don't need him passing out on me."
"Is she going to be alright?" He locked eyes with the doctor as he was pushed down into the chair next to the bed Catherine was laying on.
"She's gonna be fine. We will be monitoring her very closely over the next few hours, checking for any increase in bleeding." She nodded at the monitors that showed Catherine's vital signs in bright red numbers. "Her pressure is fine, a little low, but that's from the Oxytocin and loss of blood. She lost more than she needed, but not enough for her to need a transfusion." She looked down and then at him again. "This is why I'm not a big fan of home births. Things can happen very quickly during labor and delivery." She stood up. "I'm going to look at your son and then you can hold him."
Gil nodded and looked at Catherine. She was so still and although her color was coming back, she was pale. 'She's hemorrhaging'. The words echoed in his ears; he had almost lost her. He'd almost lost the one person who meant the most to him and he was still having trouble processing it. He looked up to see the nurse holding his son out to him.
"Here's your son, Mr. Grissom."
Andrew had stopped crying and was wrapped in a purple blanket with a blue knit cap on his tiny head. Gil could see the inky black hair around his ears and the delicate arch of his eyebrows. 'Black,' he thought randomly. 'My mother said my hair was black at birth.' He looked at Catherine, lying just inches from him and he didn't know what to do. He thought he was prepared for this, but Catherine wasn't supposed to almost die, and elation and despair warred within him. He opened his mouth to refuse her and stopped. Part of him wanted to focus solely on his wife until she opened her eyes and spoke to him, but the other part wanted to hold his son and revel in the sensations of holding him for the first time.
"Hold him, Gil." Gil's head turned toward the soft voice so quickly that he could hear the tendons creak. "He needs you to hold him."
"Catherine," he breathed. "Are you okay?"
She nodded and smiled at him. A weak, small smile, but it lit up his world. "I'm tired, but I'm okay. Hold your son."
Gil nodded and held out his arms to accept Andrew's slight weight. He stared at him, memorizing his face, taking in the tiny cleft in his chin, the delicate slope of his nose. Like most parents, Gil didn't see the splotchy redness to the cheeks, the almost squashed look or the slight 'coning' of the head. What Gil Grissom saw was perfection. "He's perfect," he said softly and looked at his wife, tears rolling down his cheeks. "He's absolutely perfect."
Catherine held on arm out. "Let me see him."
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Catherine pushed herself away from the doorjamb that she'd been leaning on and walked over to her husband.
"Are you telling him that story again?" She shook her head at him. "You're going to scare him. It'll be in his little head all day." She leaned over and planted a kiss on Gil's lips.
Not satisfied with the quick peck, Gil threaded his fingers and kissed her again, tasting her sweetness. "How was your first night back?" he asked, finally releasing her.
"Great! Stayed fairly busy, but not overly so. You've got a lot of paperwork to do." She had to tease him, knowing how much he hated paperwork. She turned her attention to her son.
"Good morning, Andrew." She watched, delighted, as his entire body wriggled with excitement at seeing her. "Did you miss Mommy? What did you and Daddy do?"
Andrew's pacifier fell out of his mouth as he smiled at her. A few days earlier, Andrew had started responding to smiles with his own toothless grins, much to his doting parents' delight.
"I think he did miss you," Gil told her. "He didn't sleep very well. And I told you how much he 'enjoyed' his bottle." He'd called Catherine after unsuccessfully trying to get his son to accept a bottle. "I think he finally got so hungry that he gave up." He stood up to let Catherine have the rocker.
"He is picky. Lindsey never cared where her food came from as long as it was on time." She sat down and started feeding her son, sighing in relief as the pressure in her breasts started to ease. "Slow down, Piglet. There's plenty there," she said to her son as he sucked greedily. She watched, fascinated as his eyes rolled back and his lids closed in satisfaction. She looked at Gil, who had planted himself on the floor across from her, his back against the crib.
"I was thinking that we should continue with the bottle at night, that way he doesn't get confused. He'll just have to learn that even if I'm doing the feeding, night time is bottle time."
"Sounds good to me," Gil agreed. "You just have to convince him. I don't think that is going to be easy." His blue eyes roamed over her. "You look tired."
"I am and I'm so glad to be only part time. I didn't have that option with Lindsey and I'm grateful for it now. Especially since I don't have to work two or more nights in a row." She closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them. "I like the new CSI. Pretty green, but I think she'll work out fine."
"Me too. She's weathered the hazing from the guys nicely. But Greg won't leave her alone."
Catherine chuckled. "I noticed that. He's even worse with her than he was with Sara. I thought that was pretty bad."
"It was. He needs to settle down; he's too carefree. Especially in the lab." Gil shook his head. He had little use for silly antics in the workplace.
"I know. And he will. He's like a puppy let lose in a room full of admirers." She grinned. "He has gotten better though, you have to admit that. And he's great at his job. We're lucky to have him."
"Yes we are. I will admit that."
"Lindsey get off to school okay this morning," Catherine asked, changing the subject.
"Yes, she did. She was nervous about her test today." Gil shook his head. "I don't know why, I quizzed her last night and she did wonderfully. She's a smart kid. I don't know if I'm ready for this boy stuff. She spent an hour on the phone last night, giggling over some guy they thought was, I believe they used the term, 'hot'." He shuddered. "Do you know who they were talking about?"
"Let me think, today is Monday. . ." she trailed off as if in deep thought. "Probably not the same one she was giggling over yesterday. I give, who is it?"
Gil grinned at her. "Greg."
Catherine's head shot up and she looked at him in shock. She was in the middle of transferring Andrew to the other breast and he cried his protest when she stopped. "Sorry, baby." She settled Andrew and looked at Gil again.
"Greg? Our Greg? Greg Sanders?" Her voice was incredulous.
"Yes apparently he made quite the impression on her and her friend last week when we stopped by the lab after play practice. Flirted with them, made them feel special, that sort of thing. Now it seems that they are quite smitten." Gil chuckled; he was clearly enjoying this. "I even overheard them picking out baby names," Gil studied his fingernails with feigned scrutiny, waiting for her response. He wasn't disappointed.
"You are never taking her to the lab again." Catherine pointed at him. "Greg Sanders? I'm gonna lock her in a closet.' Catherine shook her head in disbelief. "Well, I suppose he is cute in a little brother kind of way. And he can be charming." She shuddered. "Greg Sanders. This is all your fault," she accused.
Gil laughed and held his hands up. "Hey, I didn't do anything. Besides you told me yourself that this is just a stage. Last month when she had a crush on Warrick. You told me and I quote, 'Just ignore it, Gil. She's almost thirteen. It's a stage and she'll outgrow it.' " He smiled smugly at her. "And you tell me I don't listen to you."
"You're right. And I'll just keep repeating that to myself. Over and over and over."
"And I'll remind you. Over and over and over."
They sat in companionable silence until Drew finished his feeding. Catherine burped him, put a fresh diaper on him, laid him in his crib, and stood there watching him for a few minutes. "He looks just like you," she whispered. She turned and walked out of the room, tugging Gil with her.
"Come on," she said. "I've got three things to do while he's sleeping."
"And they are?" Gil asked.
"Shower, make love to my husband and sleep. So I decided, out of sake of convenience, to combine the first two." She turned to him and started unbuttoning his shirt, backing towards their bedroom.
"I love convenience." Gil said, removing her shirt and tossing it aside.
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That's all folks. Stay tuned for Episode 4 coming to a site near you.