If you don't like lemons and limes stay out of the fruit bowl people! Since this chapter involves something akin to a lemon, but not that descriptive, let me know whatcha think!
Authors Prattle: I really have no clue where this is going, since I kinda decided that the chapters I had written weren't good enough!

"Gil… oh yes… since we're… OH GOD!… I take… right there…yes… you want a baby?"

"Yes."

"And here I thought you just wanted me for my body, not the whole family deal." I hiss slightly as Gil slams me up against the wall in my kitchen.

"I like the whole package, not just your…… fuck yes!" I smirk as he loses the ability to speak. I let my hands drift lower, until they cover a certain portion of his anatomy that is begging to be touched. Out of no where, I'm lifted so my ass is firmly planted on the kitchen counter. His lips find that one spot on the side of my neck that makes me go wild, and I groan out, "Fuck Gil!"

This time it's not slow and gentle like the last few times. It's hard and fast and oh so sweet. His fingers graze down my sides, and land right on the one spot I need him to be, "Gil, don't stop, please don't stop! Fuck Yes! Gil… I'm… I'm…" The last coherent thought I have is that the neighbors will be wondering what on earth I get up to.

When I finally regain enough sense to look around, I notice we're still in the kitchen, and Gil is slumped against my shoulder breathing heavy. I giggle drunkenly and murmur, "The makes my room, the living room, the bathroom, the hallway, the entryway, the guest room, and the family room. I don't think Lindsey would want us in her room, so I think we've done the whole house."

He lifts his head to stare at me, and, in a very sexy French accent, asks, "Was madam's experience enjoyable?"

"Can this Madam have that 'experience' whenever she wants it?"

"Most definitely," He keeps with the French accent, "I enjoy pleasing you."

"Gil?" I question him gently.

"Mmmm, yes love?"

"Thank You."

"For what!" He sounds indignant.

I giggle like a little kid and say, "I think we made a baby."

He looks thoughtful for a moment, then, so softly I can hardly hear him, he says, "Claudia Jean."

Claudia Jean. Claudia Jean Grissom. CJ Grissom. I smile happily, "Claudia Jean. It's beautiful."

We fall silent for a few moments. "Jonathon Chase," I announce.

"It's perfect."

He lifts me off the counter, and I twine my legs around his waist. Setting me gently on the bed, he climbs in beside me. "Are you comfy, Cath?"

"Mmmm."

Gil switches off the lights, and wraps his arms protectively around me. I smile contentedly , and snuggle further into his embrace.

For several minutes we lay in silence until I can't take it any more, "Gil, I don't think it's broken."

In response, he snorts loudly, "I never said you would break it, I just said it needs to be left alone after long periods of use."

That makes me giggle shamelessly, and through my laughter I manage to choke out, "You are… such a dirty old man!"

"But you love me anyway."

"God help me I do."

"Save the 'I do's' for the wedding day love."

"M'kay. G'night."

"Night Cath."

"Gil, Do you really want this baby?"

"Yes, Cath. More than you'll ever know."

TBC... Please Review! I want to know, should Catherine get pregnant? Or should baby be conceived on the Honeymoon?