As soon as Nick leaves for work, I feel horrible. Not that I didn't feel
horrible before. I know he was only trying to be helpful. Right now
though, I don't think I need the kind of help he wants to give. He's been
giving a little too much of that lately. In fact, I have a feeling that's
the reason I feel so crappy right now. I shouldn't have glared at him when
he asked me if it was that time of the month. You'd think he'd have
noticed by now, that I haven't had that time of the month since we've been
married. I've done the calculations and I think I know the precise moment
when the regularity of my cycle was disrupted. Nick said the couch had
possibilities. Oh, and it did. We had a good time on that couch.
A grin crosses my face for a moment as I remember that night on our
honeymoon. We had gone out for dinner and dancing. We'd taken a walk on
the beach. I had this little black dress that Nick kept commenting on all
night. I think it was driving him crazy. Actually, it doesn't take much
to drive Nick crazy, or me either for that matter. We've both been so
turned on by each other, that all we'd have to do is blink. Anyway, we got
back from walking on the beach and decided to watch a movie. I don't even
remember what movie now, although, I'm sure Nick would. I rested my head
on his shoulder and Mr. Stokes just couldn't resist. He leans over and
starts kissing my neck. Now, not to be outdone, I started to slide my
hands up under his shirt. The fact that I was wearing a dress, just made
things that much easier for Nick. Before I knew it, he had removed my
underwear and his hands were, let's just say, they made me forget about the
movie. We got a little carried away. Ok, so we got a lot carried away and
we didn't use any protection.
I'm not feeling too good right now. I catapult myself from the bed and just make it to the toilet before I hurl again. I'm really hoping that this is the flu. I don't think I can handle throwing up like this for weeks and months on end. I know I need to talk to Nick, but I'm not sure how he's going to react at the news that he might be a father. I need to talk to someone. I don't think it would be a good idea to talk to any of Nick's sisters before I talk to Nick. Warrick's out. He'd tell Nick. Greg's out for obvious reasons. Grissom. No way. I do not want to talk about my sex life with Grissom. That would be a little too weird. Catherine. Yeah, I think I'll talk to Catherine. Right now though, I think I need to throw up again.
I crawl back onto the bed and pick up the phone. I need to talk to Catherine now. I'm pretty sure that shift hasn't started yet, and I might just catch her before Nick gets there. She picks up on the second ring.
"Willows."
"Cath, hey, it's Sara." I hope I don't sound upset. I'm not upset, just feeling like crap.
Catherine has that tone in her voice that implies that she's wondering why I'm not at work. "What's going on?"
Well, I figure I can ease into this. "Nick and I had a little fight."
"Oh." She chuckles. "First married fight."
I smile. "Yeah."
"What was it about?" Catherine queries, figuring I'm sure that it's over something like the toilet seat being left up.
"He asked me if it was that time of the month." I stated simply.
She chuckled. "Oh, he is in the dog house. Doesn't he know that no man should ask that question?"
I chuckled. Not too hard though, I'm still not feeling good.
I must have paused too long though, because Catherine's voice has an edge of concern to it. "Are you feeling ok, Sara?"
I shook my head. Not that she can see that. "Uh, no, I'm not. I'm feeling pretty crappy in fact."
Catherine's investigative tone kicks in. "What kind of crappy?"
I chuckle. She's smart. It doesn't take her long to figure things out. Nick on the other hand, well he's a little slower. "Cath, I haven't had that time of the month since Nick and I got married."
Catherine is silent for a moment. "Does he know this?" I have a feeling that Nick just walked into the break room."
"No. He's there isn't he?" I'm nervous. I hope that she doesn't give away who she's talking to.
"Oh. Yeah, that's correct." Catherine is great. I'm glad she understands that the reason I'm calling her is because I'm scared to death.
"Do you think you can find a way to come over? I need to talk to someone." I know I sound desperate.
"Yeah, I'll just let Grissom know I've got something to do. About thirty minutes." Catherine ends the call.
I let out a deep breath. I sure hope Catherine doesn't say anything to Grissom. That would be bad if the whole lab knew before I could talk to Nick.
Twenty-eight minutes later, Catherine knocks on the door. By the look on her face, I can tell I look about as bad as I feel. She's got a paper bag in her hand.
I take it as she hands it to me. "Uh, I'm not hungry."
She grins. "It's not food. I bought you a couple of pregnancy tests."
Just that thought makes me feel a bit woozy. I take the tests and head into the bathroom. I follow the directions for both of them and head out into the living room to sit with Catherine until it's time to check them. Neither of us says anything for a few minutes.
"So, how long have you suspected that you might be pregnant?" Catherine queried gently.
I'm sure that the expression on my face is somewhat sheepish. "About three weeks."
Catherine chuckles. "How far along do you think you are?"
I laugh, "I think about seven weeks. I can give you the day and the hour if you like."
Catherine's eyebrows shoot up in amusement.
I level a gaze at her. "Catherine, we didn't have sex until our honeymoon. Not because we didn't try, our friends just have bad timing."
She laughed.
"Not to say that the failure rate on these damn things couldn't be a factor. Heaven knows we've used enough of them that I should be pregnant by now." I continued as I tossed a packet onto the coffee table.
Catherine laughed again. "Well, if I was married to someone as hot as Nick, I think I'd have to buy them in bulk too."
I roll my eyes and then start laughing. "There's only one time we got a little too carried away to use one of those. I've done the math. It lines up perfectly."
Catherine looked at her watch. "You want to go check the tests?" She gestures toward the bathroom.
I swallow hard. I pull myself up from the couch and let out a deep breath.
"You know, motherhood really is wonderful, Sara." I know that Catherine loves her daughter, but I'm really nervous.
I walk into the bathroom and take a look at the test strips. They both say the same thing.
We're having a baby.
I'm not feeling too good right now. I catapult myself from the bed and just make it to the toilet before I hurl again. I'm really hoping that this is the flu. I don't think I can handle throwing up like this for weeks and months on end. I know I need to talk to Nick, but I'm not sure how he's going to react at the news that he might be a father. I need to talk to someone. I don't think it would be a good idea to talk to any of Nick's sisters before I talk to Nick. Warrick's out. He'd tell Nick. Greg's out for obvious reasons. Grissom. No way. I do not want to talk about my sex life with Grissom. That would be a little too weird. Catherine. Yeah, I think I'll talk to Catherine. Right now though, I think I need to throw up again.
I crawl back onto the bed and pick up the phone. I need to talk to Catherine now. I'm pretty sure that shift hasn't started yet, and I might just catch her before Nick gets there. She picks up on the second ring.
"Willows."
"Cath, hey, it's Sara." I hope I don't sound upset. I'm not upset, just feeling like crap.
Catherine has that tone in her voice that implies that she's wondering why I'm not at work. "What's going on?"
Well, I figure I can ease into this. "Nick and I had a little fight."
"Oh." She chuckles. "First married fight."
I smile. "Yeah."
"What was it about?" Catherine queries, figuring I'm sure that it's over something like the toilet seat being left up.
"He asked me if it was that time of the month." I stated simply.
She chuckled. "Oh, he is in the dog house. Doesn't he know that no man should ask that question?"
I chuckled. Not too hard though, I'm still not feeling good.
I must have paused too long though, because Catherine's voice has an edge of concern to it. "Are you feeling ok, Sara?"
I shook my head. Not that she can see that. "Uh, no, I'm not. I'm feeling pretty crappy in fact."
Catherine's investigative tone kicks in. "What kind of crappy?"
I chuckle. She's smart. It doesn't take her long to figure things out. Nick on the other hand, well he's a little slower. "Cath, I haven't had that time of the month since Nick and I got married."
Catherine is silent for a moment. "Does he know this?" I have a feeling that Nick just walked into the break room."
"No. He's there isn't he?" I'm nervous. I hope that she doesn't give away who she's talking to.
"Oh. Yeah, that's correct." Catherine is great. I'm glad she understands that the reason I'm calling her is because I'm scared to death.
"Do you think you can find a way to come over? I need to talk to someone." I know I sound desperate.
"Yeah, I'll just let Grissom know I've got something to do. About thirty minutes." Catherine ends the call.
I let out a deep breath. I sure hope Catherine doesn't say anything to Grissom. That would be bad if the whole lab knew before I could talk to Nick.
Twenty-eight minutes later, Catherine knocks on the door. By the look on her face, I can tell I look about as bad as I feel. She's got a paper bag in her hand.
I take it as she hands it to me. "Uh, I'm not hungry."
She grins. "It's not food. I bought you a couple of pregnancy tests."
Just that thought makes me feel a bit woozy. I take the tests and head into the bathroom. I follow the directions for both of them and head out into the living room to sit with Catherine until it's time to check them. Neither of us says anything for a few minutes.
"So, how long have you suspected that you might be pregnant?" Catherine queried gently.
I'm sure that the expression on my face is somewhat sheepish. "About three weeks."
Catherine chuckles. "How far along do you think you are?"
I laugh, "I think about seven weeks. I can give you the day and the hour if you like."
Catherine's eyebrows shoot up in amusement.
I level a gaze at her. "Catherine, we didn't have sex until our honeymoon. Not because we didn't try, our friends just have bad timing."
She laughed.
"Not to say that the failure rate on these damn things couldn't be a factor. Heaven knows we've used enough of them that I should be pregnant by now." I continued as I tossed a packet onto the coffee table.
Catherine laughed again. "Well, if I was married to someone as hot as Nick, I think I'd have to buy them in bulk too."
I roll my eyes and then start laughing. "There's only one time we got a little too carried away to use one of those. I've done the math. It lines up perfectly."
Catherine looked at her watch. "You want to go check the tests?" She gestures toward the bathroom.
I swallow hard. I pull myself up from the couch and let out a deep breath.
"You know, motherhood really is wonderful, Sara." I know that Catherine loves her daughter, but I'm really nervous.
I walk into the bathroom and take a look at the test strips. They both say the same thing.
We're having a baby.
