Where the Grass is Greener

Chapter Twenty

Warrick woke up to the sound of their new Pomeranian barking at the door.

"Shut up Angie!" He yelled.

Sara stirred and woke up with a smile on her face.

"Isn't that a lovely sound in the morning?" She asked.

He turned and glared at her.

"Okay Angie, mommy's coming," Sara yelled. "Warrick, please show the dog a little love. She needs it for her self-esteem."

"Great, we got a dog with a complex," he quipped.

Sara rolled her eyes at him then she leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Warrick hated the dog with a passion.

***

"Hey bro," Nick said as he and Warrick met in the hallway on the way to a layout room. "How's the dog?"

"Don't even start," Warrick warned.

Nick began to chuckle.

"I'm beginning to think that Sara is starting to love the dog more than me," Warrick said. "And she barks all the time."

"Who? The dog or Sara?" Nick asked.

"The dog," Warrick answered with an edge to his voice. "Why are you finding this so amusing?"

"It is amusing," Nick said.

"If you weren't my best friend," Warrick warned through gritted teeth.

"Do not tempt a desperate man, Nick," Grissom warned.

Nick looked at him. "Jack Nicholson?"

"Shakespeare," Grissom said. "How's the new dog?"

"A pain in the ass," Warrick said. "Sara loves that dog. I can't get rid of it."

"I need to talk to you," Grissom said.

Warrick followed Grissom to his office, then he took a seat on the couch in there. Grissom's office always freaked him out, and he avoided going in there half the time.

"Catherine told me that you and Sara have been having some troubles," Grissom started.

Warrick couldn't deny that there was strife.

"It's Sara," he started. "We're trying to have a baby, but she's not getting pregnant. That's why we got the dog. I think she's compensating. She's been obsessed with getting pregnant for months now, and I think that she's trying to accept it, but it's hard for her. It's even hard for me, and I'm not the one trying to get pregnant."

"Yeah," Grissom agreed. "Well, I hear all the gossip from this place now that Catherine and I are dating. I swear, she's like a tape recorder. So you have an annoying dog, and I have a walking, talking sleeping Star Magazine. There's one in every family."

Warrick chuckled.

"Good luck," Grissom said.

"You too Gris," Warrick said as he got up to leave.

Warrick walked into the locker room and found Sara sitting on the bench hugging Catherine tightly as she cried hysterically.

"What happened?" Warrick asked.

Catherine turned to look at him while still holding Sara and smoothing down her hair.

"She had another miscarriage," Catherine said, teary eyed herself.

Warrick went over to his wife and tried to get her to face him.

"Baby, please look at me," he said, his heart aching. "Sweetie, it's okay."

Sara continued to cry.

***

Sara heard the knocks on the door to their bedroom.

"Sara, please come out," Warrick begged of her.

She pulled the sheets up closer and turned away from the door. The room was so dark that she was unsure whether it was night or day. It would have been her third straight day shut up in her room in the bed. She knew that Warrick was worried sick about her and at the moment, she didn't care. The pain in her heart was too great to care about anything else. She even stopped taking care of the dog. The world and time just seemed to stop, freezing her in her own private grief for the loss of her second child.

She cursed her body for being so weak as to not being able to handle accommodating a baby for nine months.

There was no helping the situation. Nothing would help her. She tried taking and doing everything possible to obtain what she wanted. It was a woman's right to have child; why couldn't she give her husband a child?

She only had one option left: she had to accept that she wouldn't be able to have a baby. Plain and simple. It was hard, but she had to do it; not just for Warrick's sake, but for her own as well so that they would be able to move on with their life and be happy. Besides, there were other ways to have children. They could adopt, or do surrogate, or foster. It wasn't the end of the world.

Still, Sara wasn't ready to accept her disheartening reality, and she felt so cold and empty that it shook her straight to the bone.