Chapter 2
Sara watched the two of them so alike, hands behind their heads blue eyes glued to the Discovery Channel. "Gilberts we have to eat. You can't hold up all night and watch TV."
Neither set of azure eyes turned her way. They spoke at the same time. "Room Service."
She stepped into their sightline. "No we're going out. You two have been holed up in the room for a week ordering room service and watching TV." She directed her comment to Gil. "I'm not raising a hermit. Now up"
Khaki pants and denim shirts shifted across the bed. Sara ignored the grumbling. The elder Gil spoke in a whine. "How long do we have to stay out?"
Sara glared at him. "What is this with you, this not going out?"
The older Gil didn't look at her as he tried to tame his son's curls. He wondered if the spit trick his mother used really did work. "I have everything I need right here."
She didn't know what that meant. They had been together a week. Grissom had checked out of his room and he'd moved into the suite. He slept with Gily much to his son's delight. Sara tried not to think of him in the other room. She was slightly ashamed that she still ached for him and that she hoped that he would come to her at night after their son was asleep.
"Daddy, are you leaving in the morning?"
"Yes I have to go back to work." He put on his son's small white tennis shoes. Sara smiled as he checked the toe to make sure they still fit.
Gil watched as Gily looked down at his small hands. The boy wouldn't look at his father. Sara watched him pull the boy into his lap. "When will I be in San Diego to see you?"
"Seven days"
"And seven days is?"
"A week."
"Do you believe me?"
Four-year-old shoulders shrugged. "You might get busy again. Mommy says you're very important."
Grissom reached for his cell phone and dialed a number. His speech was rapid fire.
"Kelly, yes Gil Grissom. What does the Family Leave and Medical Act say about paternity leave?" He listened for several minutes. "What if I've just found out about the existence of a child? What I mean is what if my child is not a newborn but I just found out about him. Call me back."
He looked at Sara. "What's say we cash in your plane tickets and take the long way home?"
"What about work? Don't you need to hear back from work?"
Sara watched in amazement as Gil blew a strawberry on to his son's stomach laughing stomach "It doesn't matter."