Father and Son
Catherine picked up the little boy, from around her ankles and hugged him close. The toddler started struggling against her and when she loosened her grip on him he leaned away and looked straight at Grissom.
Just the site of the child for the first time made Grissom's heart flutter. Studying him through slightly blurry eyes, Grissom realised that the photo he'd been shown didn't do him justice. He was beautiful. He was so like his mother, but he also saw so much of himself there too. He watched his son as Catherine hugged him. His Son, he liked the sound of that. His mind had drifted and so had his eyes, he was now studying Junior's head, well the back of it, that was until he turned from his mother's grasp and looked Gil in the eyes.
Catherine watched as her son faced his dad. The two of them just stared at each other, neither blinking, as they saw each other for the first time. It was as if time stood still. A tug on her jacket broke Catherine's study of the two people in front of her. Looking down to Lindsey for the first time since entering the house, she felt a surge of guilt, at forgetting the girl. Nodding and smiling at the little girl she once again turned her head back to Gil. He was still looking at the child in her arms, but this time it was only him looking. Junior had turned his attention from watching his father to reaching towards him. Realising immediately that Junior had recognised Gil, she knew what to do.
Seeing Catherine coming towards him, and Junior's arms out stretched, fear gripped him. It didn't release its hold on him until Junior had been placed awkwardly in his arms. Catherine couldn't help but laugh at the look of panic on Gil's face as he held his son, and the look of discomfort evident on the child's face as he struggled to get a better position in Gil's arms. After straightening out Junior Catherine saw Gil's face relax as Junior snuggled up to him. After watching the two of them for a while longer, savouring the reality of the dream she had wished for since Junior's birth, she wondered again how she could have held back telling Gil about him, she turned around and shuffled Lindsey into the kitchen to make a late night snack, although it was closer to morning than night now.
Grissom was so absorbed in the feel of his son against him and the smell of him, a mixture of Catherine's scent and the unique smell that babies have, that he didn't notice Lindsey and Catherine leave.
He couldn't believe it. In just a few hours his life had changed from having nothing to having Catherine back and a son. A son. He still couldn't totally believe it; even holding him in his arms seemed surreal. Perhaps that's what it's supposed to feel like. He thought, smiling to himself as he felt his son move and snuggle deeper to him. Moving to the small couch, he sat down and gently shifting his son round so he could see his face as he began to drift to sleep. A small sigh and whisper escaped from the child's tiny lips, almost too soft to hear, but Grissom didn't miss it, and he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as his heart registered the meaning of the words before his mind had a chance.
He too began to drift to sleep, the evenings events and the overwhelming peace he felt at holding his sleeping son, overtaking him as he lent back into the couch and his eyelids slipped shut, releasing his mind to dreams of his son and the 'family' that had returned to him.
She had been watching him almost since she'd left the room, after making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for Lindsey. She lent against the doorframe separating the living room and the kitchen. From this angle she had a clear view of both Gils. She didn't move, although she was certain she wouldn't have been noticed had she ran in screaming. The scene in front of her was truly breathtaking. Gil was gently cradling their son in his strong arms, while both slept silently, pure contentment on their faces. Closing her eyes she saw herself in those arms, a matching look on her face while she held Lindsey and Junior to her; a real, happy family.
She felt her daughters hand slip into her own, and without opening her eyes she draw her daughter in front of her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Opening her eyes again, both watched father and son before them; smiles lighting their faces, and brightening their eyes for the first time in two years.
Catherine's sister had watched the scene from her hidden position at the top of the stairs. Seeing that both boys were asleep and her sister and Lindsey's smiles she crept silently back up stairs, her own smile pulling at her face.
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A/N: Sorry this update took so long. I'm sure they give us coursework just so that we can't write these fics.
- Lindsey Grissom -
Catherine picked up the little boy, from around her ankles and hugged him close. The toddler started struggling against her and when she loosened her grip on him he leaned away and looked straight at Grissom.
Just the site of the child for the first time made Grissom's heart flutter. Studying him through slightly blurry eyes, Grissom realised that the photo he'd been shown didn't do him justice. He was beautiful. He was so like his mother, but he also saw so much of himself there too. He watched his son as Catherine hugged him. His Son, he liked the sound of that. His mind had drifted and so had his eyes, he was now studying Junior's head, well the back of it, that was until he turned from his mother's grasp and looked Gil in the eyes.
Catherine watched as her son faced his dad. The two of them just stared at each other, neither blinking, as they saw each other for the first time. It was as if time stood still. A tug on her jacket broke Catherine's study of the two people in front of her. Looking down to Lindsey for the first time since entering the house, she felt a surge of guilt, at forgetting the girl. Nodding and smiling at the little girl she once again turned her head back to Gil. He was still looking at the child in her arms, but this time it was only him looking. Junior had turned his attention from watching his father to reaching towards him. Realising immediately that Junior had recognised Gil, she knew what to do.
Seeing Catherine coming towards him, and Junior's arms out stretched, fear gripped him. It didn't release its hold on him until Junior had been placed awkwardly in his arms. Catherine couldn't help but laugh at the look of panic on Gil's face as he held his son, and the look of discomfort evident on the child's face as he struggled to get a better position in Gil's arms. After straightening out Junior Catherine saw Gil's face relax as Junior snuggled up to him. After watching the two of them for a while longer, savouring the reality of the dream she had wished for since Junior's birth, she wondered again how she could have held back telling Gil about him, she turned around and shuffled Lindsey into the kitchen to make a late night snack, although it was closer to morning than night now.
Grissom was so absorbed in the feel of his son against him and the smell of him, a mixture of Catherine's scent and the unique smell that babies have, that he didn't notice Lindsey and Catherine leave.
He couldn't believe it. In just a few hours his life had changed from having nothing to having Catherine back and a son. A son. He still couldn't totally believe it; even holding him in his arms seemed surreal. Perhaps that's what it's supposed to feel like. He thought, smiling to himself as he felt his son move and snuggle deeper to him. Moving to the small couch, he sat down and gently shifting his son round so he could see his face as he began to drift to sleep. A small sigh and whisper escaped from the child's tiny lips, almost too soft to hear, but Grissom didn't miss it, and he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as his heart registered the meaning of the words before his mind had a chance.
He too began to drift to sleep, the evenings events and the overwhelming peace he felt at holding his sleeping son, overtaking him as he lent back into the couch and his eyelids slipped shut, releasing his mind to dreams of his son and the 'family' that had returned to him.
She had been watching him almost since she'd left the room, after making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for Lindsey. She lent against the doorframe separating the living room and the kitchen. From this angle she had a clear view of both Gils. She didn't move, although she was certain she wouldn't have been noticed had she ran in screaming. The scene in front of her was truly breathtaking. Gil was gently cradling their son in his strong arms, while both slept silently, pure contentment on their faces. Closing her eyes she saw herself in those arms, a matching look on her face while she held Lindsey and Junior to her; a real, happy family.
She felt her daughters hand slip into her own, and without opening her eyes she draw her daughter in front of her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Opening her eyes again, both watched father and son before them; smiles lighting their faces, and brightening their eyes for the first time in two years.
Catherine's sister had watched the scene from her hidden position at the top of the stairs. Seeing that both boys were asleep and her sister and Lindsey's smiles she crept silently back up stairs, her own smile pulling at her face.
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A/N: Sorry this update took so long. I'm sure they give us coursework just so that we can't write these fics.
- Lindsey Grissom -