Chapter 7
Sara woke to find the sound of her son's panicked voice in the dark. He sniffled softly.
"Mommy, Daddy's gone. Did he get busy again?"
Grissom sat up and found the outline of his small frame in the dark as he threw off the covers. "I'm here Gily."
Relief made way through panic. "Why aren't you sleeping in your room?"
Sara leaned back into her pillow and Gil lifted the boy pleased that they had had the forethought to pull on pajamas after making love the second time. "Do you think that I'd leave without telling you?" Gily tried to hide his tears from his father. "Gily I told you that I'd tell you if I had to leave and that I'd never leave you for more than a few days at a time."
The boy clung fiercely digging his small strong hands into Gil's sides. "I don't want you to ever go. I don't want you to go back to work. You might not come back. You might decide you don't like me anymore."
Gil kissed the boys soft curls. "Gily do you think your mommy would ever stop liking you?"
He shook his head from side to side. "Well I'm just like mommy. I'd never stop liking you or loving you. Will you ever stop liking me?"
"Nope." He was scandalized by the prospect
"Good"
Gil held his son close, the boy's head resting on his shoulder.
Sara fell back into the bed. It was nice to have someone else to answer questions. To drive the car-pools. She hadn't realized how tired she was.
Gil should have put Gily back in his own bed but the two nights of strenuous lovemaking had knocked the wind out of both of them.
"Did you and mommy get married?"
"No we didn't get married."
Gily sandwiched his slender frame between his parents.
"Mommy said only married people sleep in the same bed. Can I have pancakes in the morning?"
Grissom and Sara were relieved that their son was more interested in food than their sleeping arrangements.