here's the repost.... i had my aunt edit this and she said 3-year-olds can talk a little with a mixed baby talk.
it's all up to how the parent talks to the tykes when theyre little. let's just assume that sara doesnt talk to them
in baby talk. plus, it bugs me to write in wrong grammar, spelling and BABY TALK... so i'm sorry if it bugged you
thanks anyway for the suggestions... :)
COME IN OUT OF THE RAIN (sequel to "Please Remember")
© CATE/TONI
You said you believed that we'd
Find love together happily
After all the wrong I've done
You feel that I'm still the one
To give your loving to
So bring it home to you
SARA
I just came home from a long shift. I work dayshift at the SFPD Crime Lab as the Lead C.S.I. I got the promotion the day after I got back from my Vegas trip. I was so happy that finally, I achieved that goal in my young life and I was so proud of myself. I E-mailed everyone in Las Vegas Crime Lab and told them the good news right away.
By the way, Nick and I are not yet talking personally. No phone calls, no snail mail, no SMS even. But we E-mail each other. This kept our friends in a fuss all the time. I have come and gone and still we're not together yet. But I have been keeping contact with Catherine and Warrick. Grissom and Greg, too, sometimes when I catch Greg online at Yahoo. They kept me up to date on what was happening to them. Warrick jokingly slipped off one time about Catherine and Grissom. Greg finally found a match and so as Warrick, leaving Nick the only single soul in the team. Technically, I can tell I am single but not entirely alone. I live alone… yes, until three years ago.
"Mommy! You're home!" my three-year-old girl said gleefully. She leapt to my lap and rained me with kisses. I named her Samantha Bernadette. "Gramma and I made cookies for you to take to work tomorrow. I hope you like 'em!" I played with her wavy brown hair and her eyes sparkled. "And I made a new friend at daycare today. Her name is Rachael."
"That's great, honey!" I told her. Certainly, she did not get her social skills from me. "Where's your brother? Has he in any trouble?"
The little boy in question came sauntering down the stairs to give me a bear hug. "Hi Mommy! I missed you already. I was bored to tears at daycare this morning." He laid his head on my lap and continued, "And no Mommy, I did not cause any trouble. Are you tired? Do you want a massage?"
I chuckled. He is as sweet as his father. "No, baby. I'm okay. But Mommy's a bit hungry. Care to join me for dinner?" They sprang up from my lap and dragged me to the small dining area. "Nicky, why were you bored to tears at daycare?" I asked the little brown-haired boy I named Nicholas Bernard.
Sammy answered for him, "Because Irene Benetton was absent. And his friend Paolo was too. He was practically alone in the time-out corner." She brought me the mac'n'cheez my mother left me from the microwave. Nicky shifted on his seat and avoided his sister's gaze.
"Aw… Sammy, didn't you play with your brother?" I asked after a mouthful.
"I didn't stand a chance to even talk to him, Mommy," she answered. "All the girls in the daycare were all around him." Obviously, he's starting to be the ladies' man.
He tugged the leg of my pants and almost cried, "I wasn't doing anything wrong, was I?" I smiled and picked him up. "I mean, it's not like I want them to be around me." I reassured him that it's okay… though not necessarily normal for his age. I couldn't blame him for getting his father's facial features. And I couldn't blame those girls… with one look from his father's eyes, I fell madly.
"Hey! Me too!" Sammy smiled sitting on my other knee. I ate my dinner with them. Occasionally, I would give them spoonfuls and I was rewarded with a kiss.
At work, I'm tired, depressed and troubled. But if I have to come home to this kind of treatment every night, I don't have a problem with that. This is the way that I live for the past three years. I'm not alone… I'm with my mother and my two angels. Nicholas Bernard and Samantha Bernadette Sidle.
After I tucked them in, I checked my personal E-mail to find two messages from the LV Crime Lab. One from Catherine and one from Greg. I have told them about my twins except… well, Nick. So far, they managed to hide them from him for a whole year. I opened Cath's first. It was about Lindsey's birthday two days back.
Hey Sara!
Lindsay says thank you for the 'Betty Spageti' you sent her. Don't worry; no one saw the return address. The party was a blast! Warrick, Gil, Greg, Nick and Archie were there. As well as all Lindsey's friends and her class adviser. This time, I stayed away from the clown and mime and stuck with the good ole parlor games. The graveyard shift rented a blow-up castle for Lindsay and her friends so they had fun.
We had lasagna and some beef jerky to gnaw on. And some fruit salad and fish fillets. Gil set-up the barbeque for us so we had some grilled chicken and French fries. She insists I tell you what she got from us so here goes:
Warrick gave her the whole Harry Potter book series while his girlfriend Callie gave her the movies. Greg being Greg gave her faux make-up and face paint. Gil gave her… guess what, a whole collection of butterfly hairclips. Archie and Brass gave her the Furbys she was asking for years. Doc and David sent her that Pokemon computer thingy. Nick gave her a Victorian Doll House for her paper doll collection. Her teacher gave her a nice pink dress and an orange blouse. Her friends also gave her some pillows, bracelets, and garments. I gave her the Lord of the Rings DVDs because she's just crazy over that Orlando Bloom guy. We really wished you were there.
Hey, I got to go. Grissom has us in this floater at Lake Mead… again. Give my regards to your little angels… my favorite godchildren. See you soon!
Hugs, Catherine and Lindsay
It really sounded fun. I kind of missed Lindsay's birthdays. It's a family… or shall I say a graveyard shift affair every time she turns a year old. I remember my twins' 2nd birthday. Cath sent them Reptar dolls, a green one for Nicky and a pink one for Sammy. She had herself a proxy for their baptism. Warrick sent them pajamas with their names embroidered on the front. He is their godparent too. Gil and Greg, together with the other men in the lab… with the slight exception of someone, gave them bicycles which they both loved. Before, I got carried away, I read Greg's letter.
Hello Bionic Mommy Sara!
I still can't believe it, Ms. Sidle. You're a mom! And you managed to hide it from us for a year. Can you send me a picture of them or do I just have to look at Nick to see how they look like? Just kidding! So, how are you? I can't picture you being with a kid… let alone two. But I know you're doing a fine job. Every thing you do, you make sure it's perfect, right?
Are they talking yet? No baby talk? Are they still playing with the bikes we gave them? I'm sorry for sounding like a desperate dad but I do feel sorry about Nick. No you don't have to apologize for putting us through this. After all, what are friends for? Or former flings on our case… ;)
Okay, okay… I'll stop joking now. I don't want my computer to melt from your Sara-glare. I hope to see you soon, girl. There will be a forensics convention next month and word has reached my ears that it'll be held there in San Fran. I bet my bottom dollar that Nick will be the first one to sign up. Anyway, if that's true, you'll see us all there and maybe we can crash at your place?
Uh-oh… Grissom just gave me some hair AND blood samples to process. I have to cut this short. Warrick and Doc says hi. Bye-bye, Mommy Sara!
Always here, Greg (… and Warrick)
Wasn't that sweet? Just count on Greggo to make you smile after a rainy day. These are my true friends. Imagine, they were willing to hide my little secret from their very, very, very close co-worker and friend and managed to do so for a year. I was hoping for more years to come but time wasn't on my side. There will be a conference here next month. I know my secret will not go unnoticed if he decides to join the symposium.
I was about to log-off when another new mail came in. This time it was from… Nick.
Hello there, babe!
It's me. Well, um… I don't know what to say. I just want to check up on you. I hope you're not tiring yourself out. How is it being the lead C.S.I.? I'm sure you're having a blast at it. You're so amazing. Well, don't you worry about me, I'm fine over here. Playing matchmaker between Grissom and Catherine. I just wish you're here to help me out. Warrick's no fun when it comes to that.
Hey, can you send me your latest picture? I'm done with crying over the last picture Greggo gave me… just joking. I miss you so much. I love you…I know you don't want to see that but I just have to let you know that I do. I still do. I'll see you soon…
Love, Nick
PS: You're beautiful.
I did not dare to reply. I know he's online because the queue time was just five minutes ago. This is Nick's style, short but sweet letters; he's always been a man of few words. Just like my little Nicky. Now, I did log-off after sending my replies and pictures to Greg and Catherine. I purposely instructed them again to please conceal the pictures from Nick.
Before, I had some shut-eye, I thought about his letter. He sounded like he was courting me again. It was a weird but at the same time thrilling feeling. You know just like back in high school when your ultimate crush finally notices you and takes you out for lunch. Considering all the things I said and done to him in the past, he loves me. But I'm not sure if that'll remain the same after he finds out about my kids… our kids.
You told me that you'd love me if I'd ever change
Welcome me into your arms again
Come on in out of the rain, hey
There's a place in your heart to love me again
Happiness and joy you bring
When you call my name
Come on in out of the rain
it's all up to how the parent talks to the tykes when theyre little. let's just assume that sara doesnt talk to them
in baby talk. plus, it bugs me to write in wrong grammar, spelling and BABY TALK... so i'm sorry if it bugged you
thanks anyway for the suggestions... :)
COME IN OUT OF THE RAIN (sequel to "Please Remember")
© CATE/TONI
You said you believed that we'd
Find love together happily
After all the wrong I've done
You feel that I'm still the one
To give your loving to
So bring it home to you
SARA
I just came home from a long shift. I work dayshift at the SFPD Crime Lab as the Lead C.S.I. I got the promotion the day after I got back from my Vegas trip. I was so happy that finally, I achieved that goal in my young life and I was so proud of myself. I E-mailed everyone in Las Vegas Crime Lab and told them the good news right away.
By the way, Nick and I are not yet talking personally. No phone calls, no snail mail, no SMS even. But we E-mail each other. This kept our friends in a fuss all the time. I have come and gone and still we're not together yet. But I have been keeping contact with Catherine and Warrick. Grissom and Greg, too, sometimes when I catch Greg online at Yahoo. They kept me up to date on what was happening to them. Warrick jokingly slipped off one time about Catherine and Grissom. Greg finally found a match and so as Warrick, leaving Nick the only single soul in the team. Technically, I can tell I am single but not entirely alone. I live alone… yes, until three years ago.
"Mommy! You're home!" my three-year-old girl said gleefully. She leapt to my lap and rained me with kisses. I named her Samantha Bernadette. "Gramma and I made cookies for you to take to work tomorrow. I hope you like 'em!" I played with her wavy brown hair and her eyes sparkled. "And I made a new friend at daycare today. Her name is Rachael."
"That's great, honey!" I told her. Certainly, she did not get her social skills from me. "Where's your brother? Has he in any trouble?"
The little boy in question came sauntering down the stairs to give me a bear hug. "Hi Mommy! I missed you already. I was bored to tears at daycare this morning." He laid his head on my lap and continued, "And no Mommy, I did not cause any trouble. Are you tired? Do you want a massage?"
I chuckled. He is as sweet as his father. "No, baby. I'm okay. But Mommy's a bit hungry. Care to join me for dinner?" They sprang up from my lap and dragged me to the small dining area. "Nicky, why were you bored to tears at daycare?" I asked the little brown-haired boy I named Nicholas Bernard.
Sammy answered for him, "Because Irene Benetton was absent. And his friend Paolo was too. He was practically alone in the time-out corner." She brought me the mac'n'cheez my mother left me from the microwave. Nicky shifted on his seat and avoided his sister's gaze.
"Aw… Sammy, didn't you play with your brother?" I asked after a mouthful.
"I didn't stand a chance to even talk to him, Mommy," she answered. "All the girls in the daycare were all around him." Obviously, he's starting to be the ladies' man.
He tugged the leg of my pants and almost cried, "I wasn't doing anything wrong, was I?" I smiled and picked him up. "I mean, it's not like I want them to be around me." I reassured him that it's okay… though not necessarily normal for his age. I couldn't blame him for getting his father's facial features. And I couldn't blame those girls… with one look from his father's eyes, I fell madly.
"Hey! Me too!" Sammy smiled sitting on my other knee. I ate my dinner with them. Occasionally, I would give them spoonfuls and I was rewarded with a kiss.
At work, I'm tired, depressed and troubled. But if I have to come home to this kind of treatment every night, I don't have a problem with that. This is the way that I live for the past three years. I'm not alone… I'm with my mother and my two angels. Nicholas Bernard and Samantha Bernadette Sidle.
After I tucked them in, I checked my personal E-mail to find two messages from the LV Crime Lab. One from Catherine and one from Greg. I have told them about my twins except… well, Nick. So far, they managed to hide them from him for a whole year. I opened Cath's first. It was about Lindsey's birthday two days back.
Hey Sara!
Lindsay says thank you for the 'Betty Spageti' you sent her. Don't worry; no one saw the return address. The party was a blast! Warrick, Gil, Greg, Nick and Archie were there. As well as all Lindsey's friends and her class adviser. This time, I stayed away from the clown and mime and stuck with the good ole parlor games. The graveyard shift rented a blow-up castle for Lindsay and her friends so they had fun.
We had lasagna and some beef jerky to gnaw on. And some fruit salad and fish fillets. Gil set-up the barbeque for us so we had some grilled chicken and French fries. She insists I tell you what she got from us so here goes:
Warrick gave her the whole Harry Potter book series while his girlfriend Callie gave her the movies. Greg being Greg gave her faux make-up and face paint. Gil gave her… guess what, a whole collection of butterfly hairclips. Archie and Brass gave her the Furbys she was asking for years. Doc and David sent her that Pokemon computer thingy. Nick gave her a Victorian Doll House for her paper doll collection. Her teacher gave her a nice pink dress and an orange blouse. Her friends also gave her some pillows, bracelets, and garments. I gave her the Lord of the Rings DVDs because she's just crazy over that Orlando Bloom guy. We really wished you were there.
Hey, I got to go. Grissom has us in this floater at Lake Mead… again. Give my regards to your little angels… my favorite godchildren. See you soon!
Hugs, Catherine and Lindsay
It really sounded fun. I kind of missed Lindsay's birthdays. It's a family… or shall I say a graveyard shift affair every time she turns a year old. I remember my twins' 2nd birthday. Cath sent them Reptar dolls, a green one for Nicky and a pink one for Sammy. She had herself a proxy for their baptism. Warrick sent them pajamas with their names embroidered on the front. He is their godparent too. Gil and Greg, together with the other men in the lab… with the slight exception of someone, gave them bicycles which they both loved. Before, I got carried away, I read Greg's letter.
Hello Bionic Mommy Sara!
I still can't believe it, Ms. Sidle. You're a mom! And you managed to hide it from us for a year. Can you send me a picture of them or do I just have to look at Nick to see how they look like? Just kidding! So, how are you? I can't picture you being with a kid… let alone two. But I know you're doing a fine job. Every thing you do, you make sure it's perfect, right?
Are they talking yet? No baby talk? Are they still playing with the bikes we gave them? I'm sorry for sounding like a desperate dad but I do feel sorry about Nick. No you don't have to apologize for putting us through this. After all, what are friends for? Or former flings on our case… ;)
Okay, okay… I'll stop joking now. I don't want my computer to melt from your Sara-glare. I hope to see you soon, girl. There will be a forensics convention next month and word has reached my ears that it'll be held there in San Fran. I bet my bottom dollar that Nick will be the first one to sign up. Anyway, if that's true, you'll see us all there and maybe we can crash at your place?
Uh-oh… Grissom just gave me some hair AND blood samples to process. I have to cut this short. Warrick and Doc says hi. Bye-bye, Mommy Sara!
Always here, Greg (… and Warrick)
Wasn't that sweet? Just count on Greggo to make you smile after a rainy day. These are my true friends. Imagine, they were willing to hide my little secret from their very, very, very close co-worker and friend and managed to do so for a year. I was hoping for more years to come but time wasn't on my side. There will be a conference here next month. I know my secret will not go unnoticed if he decides to join the symposium.
I was about to log-off when another new mail came in. This time it was from… Nick.
Hello there, babe!
It's me. Well, um… I don't know what to say. I just want to check up on you. I hope you're not tiring yourself out. How is it being the lead C.S.I.? I'm sure you're having a blast at it. You're so amazing. Well, don't you worry about me, I'm fine over here. Playing matchmaker between Grissom and Catherine. I just wish you're here to help me out. Warrick's no fun when it comes to that.
Hey, can you send me your latest picture? I'm done with crying over the last picture Greggo gave me… just joking. I miss you so much. I love you…I know you don't want to see that but I just have to let you know that I do. I still do. I'll see you soon…
Love, Nick
PS: You're beautiful.
I did not dare to reply. I know he's online because the queue time was just five minutes ago. This is Nick's style, short but sweet letters; he's always been a man of few words. Just like my little Nicky. Now, I did log-off after sending my replies and pictures to Greg and Catherine. I purposely instructed them again to please conceal the pictures from Nick.
Before, I had some shut-eye, I thought about his letter. He sounded like he was courting me again. It was a weird but at the same time thrilling feeling. You know just like back in high school when your ultimate crush finally notices you and takes you out for lunch. Considering all the things I said and done to him in the past, he loves me. But I'm not sure if that'll remain the same after he finds out about my kids… our kids.
You told me that you'd love me if I'd ever change
Welcome me into your arms again
Come on in out of the rain, hey
There's a place in your heart to love me again
Happiness and joy you bring
When you call my name
Come on in out of the rain