Stayin' With You
The alarm clock went off with a loud buzz. Sara had a pounding headache. She found she had trouble rolling over. It was because of the man behind her. She smiled then leaned over and put the alarm on snooze. She went back to sleep. She and Grissom had gotten a little tipsy off of some wine on their dinner date the night before.
She smiled at the memories. She felt something lightly scratching her belly. She reached under the sheets and found a wrapper. She chuckled as she threw the condom wrapper to the floor. They had used two.
She felt him stir and he placed a light kiss on her shoulder.
"Good morning," she said happily.
"Good morning," he whispered into her ear. "Did you sleep well?"
"Oh yes," Sara said, turning to face him. "Last night was great."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said in a husky voice.
They kissed again before getting up just when the alarm went off again. Sara turned it off again.
"I think I have a hangover," Sara said as she put a hand over her forehead. "I've got a huge headache."
"Me too," Grissom said as he got out of bed. "Do you want me to bring you some aspirin and coffee?"
"Please," she said.
Grissom pulled on his boxers and headed to the kitchen. He barely got two steps in before Sara came rushing past him in a pair of shorts and a bra, nearly knocking him over, to the bathroom. She slammed the door so loud he thought her neighbors might hear. That was one thing that he noticed about Sara for the two months they had been seeing each other: she gave no credence to her neighbors. He talked to her about that several times, but she didn't seem to care.
He stood outside her bathroom door, getting ready to ask what was wrong when he heard her retch into the toilet. He didn't recall her drinking so much the night before to make her throw up. Maybe she was more drunk than he thought.
"Sara, honey," he asked. "Are you okay?"
The reply that he got was more retching. He was really worried about her now. Just as he was about to go into her bathroom, he heard the toilet flushing and the sound of water running. The door to the bathroom opened swiftly and she walked out without saying a word to him. Her mood had changed quickly and she began to clean up her apartment.
Grissom went into her kitchen and put on some coffee. He opened her medicine cabinet and found some Alieve. He gave her two tablets and a glass of water.
"Thank you," she said. She took the aspirin and popped them dry and then she drank the water down. She gave the glass back to him and then resumed tidying up her apartment.
She went back to her bedroom and began to make the bed. The sheets were a complete mess, and the spread was coming off the mattress. The night before was wild, obviously. Every moment they spent together was wild. Grissom had no idea what came over him…after that rush case, his life changed forever. Now he was committed to Sara. He wanted to stay with her, and make her happy.
She was a beauty. He was lucky to have her the way he did.
After she finished making the bed, she came up to him and gave him a soft kiss before going into the kitchen. She poured herself a cup of coffee before sitting in the living room. Grissom wondered about her sometimes. She could be blunt and firm with him one minute then be sweet and kind the next. It was that same pattern of inconsistent moods that had baffled him for years.
She turned on the television and then picked up a book from the table. It was strange how she worked, but he loved her even more.
***
"Honey, what do you want for dinner?" Grissom called from the kitchen.
Sara was in the tub taking a long bubble bath while drinking some wine and smoking a cigarette while reading a book. It was a good one, because she had been working on it for weeks.
"Pasta would be nice," she said. "No meat in the sauce."
She went back to reading her book as she took a long drag from her cigarette. She had her craving for nicotine every now and then. Grissom knew that. It didn't bother him as much as she thought. They were still discovering their little quirks about each other. They had only been together three months.
Sara smiled in content. Their relationship was good thus far, the sex was great, and Grissom spoiled her to death. He cooked for her, went shopping, bought her little gifts, and gave her frequent massages.
No one at work even suspected that they were together. They were pretending that the tensions were at an all time high and they worked separate cases to add to the act. Both intensely private people, they didn't mind people not knowing. It was for the best. Nicky would probably get the promotion…the promotion!
"Shit," she muttered under her breath. She forgot to pick it up and throw it away. Grissom would probably put their relationship aside and really truly consider who the best person is for the job.
As she sat in the tub, she felt a wave of nausea hit and she leaned over the tub and pulled the trashcan to her.
She threw up silently, so that Grissom wouldn't be alarmed. The nervousness of her situation was making her sick. She was finished after a few seconds, waiting for her nausea to die down. She relaxed back into the tub. She figured she shouldn't worry about it. She would just go into his office during shift, find her application, tear it up and move on.
When the water started to get a little cold, she stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her body then drained the tub.
She felt nauseous again and she threw up into the toilet. The rest was dry heaves.
"Are you alright?" Grissom asked, coming to her aid.
"Yeah," she said. "I guess it's from not eating in a while."
Grissom nodded then went back to the kitchen.
For an incredibly smart man, he's always at a loss for words, she thought to herself.
They ate dinner in silence. Sara knew that she had been withdrawn from him lately, but he didn't press her to talk. She was never really in the mood to talk to him anymore. She just wanted to make love to him and hold him. That's all she wanted. And she got it. Now that she had it, what was next? What was the point of talking when her body expressed so much? Then again, neither of them was ever good with communication.
After dinner, they headed to his bedroom. They took of clothes in a hurry, unable to go through foreplay.
When they were completely naked, Grissom picked Sara up and gently put her down on the bed. She opened her legs wide for him and he thrust into her.
"Oh…Gil I need you," she whined. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby," he whispered into her ear.
He plunged into her harder and deeper until he felt her stiffen.
"Shit…oh…Gil…yes!" she moaned. the burning between her legs was powerful and pleasurable. "Fuck."
When their orgasms subsided, Grissom pulled himself from her and lay by her side. He noticed that Sara was falling instantly asleep. She had not been the same Sara he knew lately. He missed talking with her, her quick wit and humor. That's all he thought about as he slept: Sara before they got together.
***
Sara sat on her toilet, completely stunned. She knew her pupils were dilated and her eyes glazed over. She couldn't believe it. She was pregnant. She dropped the positive pregnancy test to the floor as her hand became weak and numb all of a sudden. Her whole body felt numb. How can she be pregnant? She and Grissom had been using protection…no it couldn't be just after the first time, could it? No, she wasn't even ovulating then. She had her period last month…no she didn't. Yes she did…she had been with Grissom a lot. That makes a woman irregular…
She went out and bought four different pregnancy tests. The clerk was wondering what her problem was.
Uncertainty. That was her problem.
She took all four tests. All four times, she tested positive for pregnancy. Five bright pink lines lined up one after another across her bathroom counter. She was pregnant. It wasn't psychosomatic. A myriad of emotions washed through her body: fear, joy, sadness, confusion, happiness, and anger.
She couldn't tell anyone. She felt ashamed and embarrassed. She and Grissom had only been together for three months and she was pregnant. How? They had been using protection up the wazoo. Condoms, birth control pills.
It didn't matter how she got pregnant now. She was with child and there was nothing she could do about it.
She had to find her application and burn it. She had a strange feeling that if she didn't, everything would blow up in her face.