A/N : Part 1 of my Baby series. (Just some mushy lil' stories about Catherine and Grissom's babies. Can't seem to get that image out of my mind! )

Grissom reached out to bring her slim body into connection with his, his mouth curving with satisfaction as she gave a faint little quiver of response.

'That's was a quick shower,' she said as she acknowledged his presence.

'Is he asleep again?' he asked the woman in his arms.

She nodded as he released her to walk over to the cot. She watched her husband stare down ruefully into the cot where his baby son was indeed sound asleep.

'I don't get enough time to play with him,' Grissom lamented. 'He's supposed to sleep at night like all good babies do and be awake in the day so that I can spend some time with him.'

'He's just taking his morning nap Gil. Besides, babies sleep a lot. Susan said he would be awake in an hour or so.' Catherine assured her husband, trying not to laugh at the tenor of his complaint.

'I suppose you're right.'

'Anyway, we're home early today.'

'Yeah.' Grissom said as he turned and looked at his wife. His beautiful wife who looked beautiful in the deep blue dress that matched her eyes, the dress that was his favorite. A dress that always managed to take his breath away. The dress clung in all the right places and enhanced her natural beauty.

'God Cath.' he breathed huskily, lustrous blue eyes gleaming over with a wealth of tender appreciation and warmth. 'How come you married a guy who tied himself up in knots just trying to tell you that he loved you?'

'I had high hopes of how he would turn out,' Catherine teased, stretching her arms to link them around his neck, looking into his handsome features with an accelerating heartbeat and the sensation that she was one of the luckiest women in the world. 'You can actually say, "I love you" without blushing like mad now!'

'Are you ever going to let me forget that?' Grissom groaned, remembering, as she did, the time that he first admitted his feelings for her.

'No chance.' It was one of Catherine's most tender memories. His love was all that more special and precious because he had never said those words to anyone but her. That small fact alone made up for the years they had waited for each other.

'I adore you, Catherine,' he murmured, his stunning eyes telegraphing the same message into hers and making her melt inside and out. 'I think you're a wonderful wife and a fabulous mother -'

'I love you too,' Catherine told him breathlessly, and while their son slept on in perfect tranquility, his parents kissed and exchanged mutual compliments which grew increasingly excessive in nature. Eventually, Grissom swept Catherine off into their bedroom next door where they sealed their love with the passion that never failed to fill them both with renewed joy and contentment.

***The End***