Chapter 9
Grissom shifted slightly and threw the sheet down their legs. He made his way down her body with light kisses. Sara ran her hands through his hair as she closed her eyes and pushed her head back into the pillow.
Tasting her stomach, he thought about how different it was to not feel the bump or the baby. babies, moving. Sara looked down at him as he placed his hand over her stomach and pressed his ear beside it. He sighed.
Sara shifted from beneath him and slid down the bed to see his eyes. He pulled her close and held her. "We have the real things in the other room Gil." She smiled against his neck.
He nodded and brushed his check against her ear. "I know. I just loved to hear them, that's all."
She pushed her fingers through his curls and tilted his head back. She kissed his lips softly and drew him over her. "No bump Griss. Make love to me." She giggled as his hand glided over her stomach to around her lower back.
"I think that can be arrange my love." He whispered, closing in on her mouth and kissing her gently.
^*^*^
5 months sailed by in slow motion. Grissom would have to be pried away from his children to go to work and Sara was the same. At first it was difficult to leave them with a nanny, but Catherine assured them they'd be fine. She suggested a good nanny and now she was at home with their children.
Fenton and Madison are always happy souls and can be loud when they want to. Fenton is the giggler of the two and Madison is the quieter one. Grissom and Sara's lives had been transformed. They were parents and pretty good ones. Catherine offered to baby-sit a few times and Warrick and Nick have also had there turn in looking after the twins.
^*^*^
The lab personnel still talk about Grissom being a father and that Sara was the mother. They still couldn't believe she'd had twins. No more surprised than Sara and Grissom.
"Griss?"
Grissom looked up from his paperwork and narrowed his eyes slightly in the dim room. "Yeah?"
"Didn't you hear a word I said?"
He looked back down at his desk, then back at the person standing by the door. "Sorry Nick."
Nick nodded and moved into the room. "It's only been a few hours. They are fine."
Grissom sighed. "I know that, I do." He dropped his pen on the desk and rubbed his face.
"Dad jitters. I like this. Suits you." Nick grinned.
"Thanks Nicky. Haven't you got work to do?" He asked with a small smile.
"I have. Just wanted to tell you, Sara went home for a few things. She left her cell phone." Nick turned and started walking away.
"Home?" Grissom pushed away from the desk and walked towards Nick.
"Yeah. She said she'd be back in 20 minutes. That ok?" Nick asked, confused.
Grissom chuckled. "That's fine. She won't be so edgy when she gets back."
"Ah, I see. Mother and children separation. Tough gig huh?"
"Something like that." Grissom smiled. More like; mother, father and child separation.
^*^*^
A few weeks later, Sara woke up with a start. Her body was soaked with sweat, her hair plastered to her head, her night-clothes slicking to her skin, her breathing coming in gasps and her head was spinning.
Grissom instantly sat up and reached out to her, but she jumped and ducked away. "Hey, Sara. Honey. It's me." He said soothingly.
Sara's eyes snapped to his face as he slowly knelt on the bed in front of her. His hands were checking subconsciously to see if she was alright. "Sorry." She breathed and closed her eyes.
"You want to tell me about it?" He asked softly, pushing her hair from her cheeks and forehead.
She grasped his hand and lowered her head to his lap as she curled into a tight ball. "Not yet." She whispered.
Grissom gently stroked her hair. "Let me rearrange us here, ok?" Sara nodded and moved with him as he leaned against the headboard. Sara returned her head to his lap and closed her eyes when she felt his hands on her head.
"I love you, you know?" She murmured.
"I know honey. Just sleep. We can talk later." She moaned a reply and curled tighter into him. Grissom's arms wrapped around her and held her.
^*^*^
Sara woke up to the smell of bananas. She smiled and pulled herself up from her empty bed and groggily padded into the kitchen. She walked up to the coffee pot and poured herself a coffee. She then looked up and saw Grissom feeding the twins.
"You are feeding them bananas at this time of the afternoon? What about their dinner?" Sara ran her hand over his shoulders as she moved past him and placed a kiss on each head.
Grissom chuckled. "We wanted bananas didn't we guys?" Fenton and Madison clapped there hands and opened their mouths for more mashed up bananas.
Sara smiled and drank her coffee as she watched them. "I can see a pattern forming." She said quietly.
Looking at her briefly, Grissom smirked. "No pattern."
"Ah, liar. You forget that I know your secrets Gil Grissom and I know that one of those is the banana fetishes." She reached over and picked up a piece of his cut up banana on his plate and popped it into her mouth. She then picked another bit up and popped it into his mouth. "Eat up Tarzan." She moaned against his lips as she kissed him sweetly.
Grissom licked his lips and turned to the twins. He motioned his head to Sara and smiled widely. "That's your mom." He said in a mock nervous tone. He chuckled and spooned some more banana into Fenton's awaiting, open mouth.
Sara laughed and pulled herself up. "I'm gonna have a shower. I'll clean them up after I'm dressed." She kissed his neck and winked at him as she walked away.
Grissom looked slowly back at the twins and gave a smug grin. "I love your mother... I do, but sometimes. I wish I could..." He raised his hands in the air slightly and snapped his eyes to the spoon in one hand and the bowl in the other. He shrugged and looked up. "You're too young to hear anyway."
Fenton and Madison watched their father and both grinned as he smiled and continued to feed them. After a while, Sara came back, fully washed and dressed. She helped clean up and they both bathed the twins together. It was a routine and moment they all enjoyed. Spending time together without being called away to work.
Washed, dressed and cleaned up, they all sat wrapped up and went for a walk. Being in the house all day was ok, but a new environment was good for the twins.
^*^*^
Sara took a two month break at the end of the year. The twins reached 7 months and she wanted to spend all her time with them. Grissom wanted the same, but his work kept him busy. He'd take the weekend to be with his family and a day in the middle of the week. He saw the twins each morning and evening, but would miss them immensely when at work all night. He missed Sara at the lab too, although she was only at home.
The house turned into a bomb site at the weekend, but it would be relevantly tidy throughout the week. Toys, clothes and food were the main culprits to a messy room, but as the twins became more mobile, the floors were cleared and breakables were raised so they wouldn't hurt themselves.
The routines changed each day, but the majority of the things that happened during the day, could be heard from the bedroom. Grissom would sleep and sometimes listen to Sara and the twins as they played, ate, bathed and anything else that they would do whilst he slept the beginning of the day away.
In the late afternoon, Grissom would eat with them and relax before going into work. Relaxing either meant; sitting on the couch with Sara and the twins and watching the TV, bathing the twins, playing with the twins and talking to Sara. They rather had a time for themselves, but when the time came, they took advantage. Catherine and the boys would come and take the twins for a few hours and let them have time alone, but at the end of the day, they spent all their time together as a family.
^*^*^
Grissom walked through the door one morning and crawled straight into bed. He was too tired to notice anything or anyone, but his whole night of murder and mayhem, brightened when he got home early enough for Sara to still be in bed. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled at the sounds of the twins gurgling over the baby monitor. Sara smiled and pushed herself back into his warm body.
They stayed in each others arms for most the morning. Sara listened to the twins and the body lightly snoring beside her. She smiled and soon fell into sleep. After an hour, she decided to get up and check on the twins. It was quiet and guessed they'd tired themselves out playing with each other.
^*^*^
Grissom shot up in bed. His ears listening to every single sound in the house. Sara wasn't beside him. His hand slide over the mattress to feel if it was warm. It wasn't. Closing his eyes, he listened carefully. The sweat was beading from his forehead and his breathing was heavy. Kicking the covers away, he pushed himself to his feet.
For some reason, he felt a strange sense of fear and worry. He would have summed it up to a bad dream, but he couldn't hear a thing. Usually the twins were making noises and the TV would be on, but he couldn't hear a sound. Pulling the door open slowly, he stepped into the hall. He walked into the living room and found Sara on the couch. She looked like she was sleeping.
Sitting on the coffee table, he pushed his fingers through his hair and scratched his head. "Honey?" He called softly. "Sara?" He leaned forward and shook her shoulder. "Hey, why are you sleeping on the couch?"
Sara turned over with a loud groan. "God!" She finished rolling over to face him and winced at him. "What's going on?"
Grissom narrowed his eyes at her, but they widened when he saw a large cut on her temple. "Sara, Jesus!" He quickly grabbed a towel and held it to her head. "What happened?" He asked, looking into her eyes.
She shook her head and cringed. "I was just about to check on the twins when." She looked at him with huge eyes. "Gil?"
He stared at her, then snapped his head up. He ran to the nursery, slamming the door against the wall. He rushed over to the cot and looked into it. Fenton was laying face down in the cot. Grissom's face balled up as he checked his son. "Fenton?" He whispered hoarsely. Placing his hand on Fenton's small back, he felt it moving up and down, slowly. Grissom quickly, but gently, lifted Fenton into his arms. "Sara! Call an ambulance!"
Sara ran into the room with the cordless phone. She was dialling as she checked Fenton over. When someone answered, she relayed their address and other details. Grissom was looking around the room as he held Fenton. Sara looked into the cot and gasped. "Grissom!"
"I know!" He hissed with a hiccup. "Maddy!" He shouted.
Grissom shifted slightly and threw the sheet down their legs. He made his way down her body with light kisses. Sara ran her hands through his hair as she closed her eyes and pushed her head back into the pillow.
Tasting her stomach, he thought about how different it was to not feel the bump or the baby. babies, moving. Sara looked down at him as he placed his hand over her stomach and pressed his ear beside it. He sighed.
Sara shifted from beneath him and slid down the bed to see his eyes. He pulled her close and held her. "We have the real things in the other room Gil." She smiled against his neck.
He nodded and brushed his check against her ear. "I know. I just loved to hear them, that's all."
She pushed her fingers through his curls and tilted his head back. She kissed his lips softly and drew him over her. "No bump Griss. Make love to me." She giggled as his hand glided over her stomach to around her lower back.
"I think that can be arrange my love." He whispered, closing in on her mouth and kissing her gently.
^*^*^
5 months sailed by in slow motion. Grissom would have to be pried away from his children to go to work and Sara was the same. At first it was difficult to leave them with a nanny, but Catherine assured them they'd be fine. She suggested a good nanny and now she was at home with their children.
Fenton and Madison are always happy souls and can be loud when they want to. Fenton is the giggler of the two and Madison is the quieter one. Grissom and Sara's lives had been transformed. They were parents and pretty good ones. Catherine offered to baby-sit a few times and Warrick and Nick have also had there turn in looking after the twins.
^*^*^
The lab personnel still talk about Grissom being a father and that Sara was the mother. They still couldn't believe she'd had twins. No more surprised than Sara and Grissom.
"Griss?"
Grissom looked up from his paperwork and narrowed his eyes slightly in the dim room. "Yeah?"
"Didn't you hear a word I said?"
He looked back down at his desk, then back at the person standing by the door. "Sorry Nick."
Nick nodded and moved into the room. "It's only been a few hours. They are fine."
Grissom sighed. "I know that, I do." He dropped his pen on the desk and rubbed his face.
"Dad jitters. I like this. Suits you." Nick grinned.
"Thanks Nicky. Haven't you got work to do?" He asked with a small smile.
"I have. Just wanted to tell you, Sara went home for a few things. She left her cell phone." Nick turned and started walking away.
"Home?" Grissom pushed away from the desk and walked towards Nick.
"Yeah. She said she'd be back in 20 minutes. That ok?" Nick asked, confused.
Grissom chuckled. "That's fine. She won't be so edgy when she gets back."
"Ah, I see. Mother and children separation. Tough gig huh?"
"Something like that." Grissom smiled. More like; mother, father and child separation.
^*^*^
A few weeks later, Sara woke up with a start. Her body was soaked with sweat, her hair plastered to her head, her night-clothes slicking to her skin, her breathing coming in gasps and her head was spinning.
Grissom instantly sat up and reached out to her, but she jumped and ducked away. "Hey, Sara. Honey. It's me." He said soothingly.
Sara's eyes snapped to his face as he slowly knelt on the bed in front of her. His hands were checking subconsciously to see if she was alright. "Sorry." She breathed and closed her eyes.
"You want to tell me about it?" He asked softly, pushing her hair from her cheeks and forehead.
She grasped his hand and lowered her head to his lap as she curled into a tight ball. "Not yet." She whispered.
Grissom gently stroked her hair. "Let me rearrange us here, ok?" Sara nodded and moved with him as he leaned against the headboard. Sara returned her head to his lap and closed her eyes when she felt his hands on her head.
"I love you, you know?" She murmured.
"I know honey. Just sleep. We can talk later." She moaned a reply and curled tighter into him. Grissom's arms wrapped around her and held her.
^*^*^
Sara woke up to the smell of bananas. She smiled and pulled herself up from her empty bed and groggily padded into the kitchen. She walked up to the coffee pot and poured herself a coffee. She then looked up and saw Grissom feeding the twins.
"You are feeding them bananas at this time of the afternoon? What about their dinner?" Sara ran her hand over his shoulders as she moved past him and placed a kiss on each head.
Grissom chuckled. "We wanted bananas didn't we guys?" Fenton and Madison clapped there hands and opened their mouths for more mashed up bananas.
Sara smiled and drank her coffee as she watched them. "I can see a pattern forming." She said quietly.
Looking at her briefly, Grissom smirked. "No pattern."
"Ah, liar. You forget that I know your secrets Gil Grissom and I know that one of those is the banana fetishes." She reached over and picked up a piece of his cut up banana on his plate and popped it into her mouth. She then picked another bit up and popped it into his mouth. "Eat up Tarzan." She moaned against his lips as she kissed him sweetly.
Grissom licked his lips and turned to the twins. He motioned his head to Sara and smiled widely. "That's your mom." He said in a mock nervous tone. He chuckled and spooned some more banana into Fenton's awaiting, open mouth.
Sara laughed and pulled herself up. "I'm gonna have a shower. I'll clean them up after I'm dressed." She kissed his neck and winked at him as she walked away.
Grissom looked slowly back at the twins and gave a smug grin. "I love your mother... I do, but sometimes. I wish I could..." He raised his hands in the air slightly and snapped his eyes to the spoon in one hand and the bowl in the other. He shrugged and looked up. "You're too young to hear anyway."
Fenton and Madison watched their father and both grinned as he smiled and continued to feed them. After a while, Sara came back, fully washed and dressed. She helped clean up and they both bathed the twins together. It was a routine and moment they all enjoyed. Spending time together without being called away to work.
Washed, dressed and cleaned up, they all sat wrapped up and went for a walk. Being in the house all day was ok, but a new environment was good for the twins.
^*^*^
Sara took a two month break at the end of the year. The twins reached 7 months and she wanted to spend all her time with them. Grissom wanted the same, but his work kept him busy. He'd take the weekend to be with his family and a day in the middle of the week. He saw the twins each morning and evening, but would miss them immensely when at work all night. He missed Sara at the lab too, although she was only at home.
The house turned into a bomb site at the weekend, but it would be relevantly tidy throughout the week. Toys, clothes and food were the main culprits to a messy room, but as the twins became more mobile, the floors were cleared and breakables were raised so they wouldn't hurt themselves.
The routines changed each day, but the majority of the things that happened during the day, could be heard from the bedroom. Grissom would sleep and sometimes listen to Sara and the twins as they played, ate, bathed and anything else that they would do whilst he slept the beginning of the day away.
In the late afternoon, Grissom would eat with them and relax before going into work. Relaxing either meant; sitting on the couch with Sara and the twins and watching the TV, bathing the twins, playing with the twins and talking to Sara. They rather had a time for themselves, but when the time came, they took advantage. Catherine and the boys would come and take the twins for a few hours and let them have time alone, but at the end of the day, they spent all their time together as a family.
^*^*^
Grissom walked through the door one morning and crawled straight into bed. He was too tired to notice anything or anyone, but his whole night of murder and mayhem, brightened when he got home early enough for Sara to still be in bed. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled at the sounds of the twins gurgling over the baby monitor. Sara smiled and pushed herself back into his warm body.
They stayed in each others arms for most the morning. Sara listened to the twins and the body lightly snoring beside her. She smiled and soon fell into sleep. After an hour, she decided to get up and check on the twins. It was quiet and guessed they'd tired themselves out playing with each other.
^*^*^
Grissom shot up in bed. His ears listening to every single sound in the house. Sara wasn't beside him. His hand slide over the mattress to feel if it was warm. It wasn't. Closing his eyes, he listened carefully. The sweat was beading from his forehead and his breathing was heavy. Kicking the covers away, he pushed himself to his feet.
For some reason, he felt a strange sense of fear and worry. He would have summed it up to a bad dream, but he couldn't hear a thing. Usually the twins were making noises and the TV would be on, but he couldn't hear a sound. Pulling the door open slowly, he stepped into the hall. He walked into the living room and found Sara on the couch. She looked like she was sleeping.
Sitting on the coffee table, he pushed his fingers through his hair and scratched his head. "Honey?" He called softly. "Sara?" He leaned forward and shook her shoulder. "Hey, why are you sleeping on the couch?"
Sara turned over with a loud groan. "God!" She finished rolling over to face him and winced at him. "What's going on?"
Grissom narrowed his eyes at her, but they widened when he saw a large cut on her temple. "Sara, Jesus!" He quickly grabbed a towel and held it to her head. "What happened?" He asked, looking into her eyes.
She shook her head and cringed. "I was just about to check on the twins when." She looked at him with huge eyes. "Gil?"
He stared at her, then snapped his head up. He ran to the nursery, slamming the door against the wall. He rushed over to the cot and looked into it. Fenton was laying face down in the cot. Grissom's face balled up as he checked his son. "Fenton?" He whispered hoarsely. Placing his hand on Fenton's small back, he felt it moving up and down, slowly. Grissom quickly, but gently, lifted Fenton into his arms. "Sara! Call an ambulance!"
Sara ran into the room with the cordless phone. She was dialling as she checked Fenton over. When someone answered, she relayed their address and other details. Grissom was looking around the room as he held Fenton. Sara looked into the cot and gasped. "Grissom!"
"I know!" He hissed with a hiccup. "Maddy!" He shouted.