I've Got You, Baby
Chapter Two
Sara and Gil had to start preparing their home for the arrival of their first child. First they cleared out the guest room and began to set it up for conversion into a nursery. Their first step was to re-paint the room. The room was plain white, and both had decided they wanted to paint it another color. They had argued for a while over what color to paint it, as neither wanted to know the sex of the baby. Eventually they'd settled on a light shade of green, a supposedly calming color.
"I don't know, do you feel calm darling?" Gil asked as they had painted all but the edges of one wall.
"What?" Sara turned to give her husband an odd look.
"The man at the paint store said this was a 'very calming color.' So I was wondering if you felt calm," he explained.
"Well, now that you mention it, I am feeling pretty calm," she smiled widely.
"Something tells me that it has nothing to do with the paint," he chuckled, turning back to continue painting along the floor.
"Are you sure this paint is not toxic to breathe in?" Sara asked for the tenth time.
"Honey, would I endanger our lives, and the life our yet to be born child?" Gil responded.
"Okay, but I still think it stinks," she made a face.
"That's why the window is open and you shouldn't stand there and inhale the paint can," he teased.
Sara waited for him to reach over and replenish his brush with paint and took the opportunity to swipe her brush playfully across his face. She grinned as his face first registered surprise and then mock anger.
"Hey! That was uncalled for," Gil stood up to her level.
"What?" she asked innocently, "I swear it was an accident."
"Oh yeah, right," he rolled his eyes.
"Are you saying that I would purposely paint your face?" she asked, "me? Sara Grissom, the respected CSI. I would never do such a thing."
"Silly me," he mocked her tone, then flung paint at her back when she was not looking.
"Now that was childish," she spun around.
"What? I twitched," he smirked.
"That was some twitch," she laughed, "you trying to start something with me?"
"I believe it was you who started this," he raised an eyebrow.
"I told you it was an accident!" she exclaimed.
"Right, like just now, I twitched," he snickered.
"Don't make me pick up that whole can of paint and dump it on your head," she threatened.
"Now that would be a major waste of paint," he countered.
"Fine," she instead reached back and brushed some of the still wet paint off her legs, walked to him and wiped it off on his face, "I'm going to go take a shower. I'll let you finish up in here."
"No you don't," he chased her as she began to run toward their bathroom.
"Try and stop me," she squealed as he closed in.
"Watch me," he caught up to her as she was cornered in the bathroom.
She laughed and he couldn't help but think how beautiful a sound it was. Suddenly, an evil grin spread its way across his face.
"What are you going to do?" she asked suspiciously.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he asked. Then he closed the distance between them and smothered her with kisses, holding back laughter as she squirmed and tried to fight away from him. He managed to successfully cover her face in green paint too.
"Thanks," she grabbed his sleeve and wiped the paint off her face.
"Hey, my shirt," he frowned.
"What? It already had paint on it," she shook her head, taking her own sleeve and wiping the paint off his face.
"I love you," he said as she gently wiped the paint away.
"I love you too," she leaned in and kissed him, "but really, I need to go take a shower."
"All right. I'll finish up that wall in the nursery," Grissom kissed her a couple more times before returning to finish painting.
Lindsey was now a sophomore in high school. She had long since straightened up and started acting like the good person her mother had raised her to be. It helped that she now had a father figure around too. She had always loved her mother, but something had drawn her to rebel when she was younger, though she knew it was wrong.
"Hey Linds," Warrick smiled as she climbed in the passenger's seat.
"Hey Rick," she returned. She felt it would be too weird to call him dad and they had all decided calling him Rick or Warrick would be fine.
"So, you should be getting that learner's permit pretty soon huh?" Warrick asked.
"I'm hoping Mom will let me," Lindsey fastened her seatbelt in and changed the radio to her favorite station.
"I'm sure she will," Warrick said, "if not, I'll convince her. You need to learn to drive. Then next year you won't have to be embarrassed by one of us picking you up from school."
Lindsey laughed, "I'm not really embarrassed by you."
"Good," Warrick grinned, "because I could always be so much more embarrassing."
"Not funny," Lindsey shook her head, "some people's parents actually make a point of doing things to embarrass their children. You and Mom aren't like that. Most of my friends actually think you guys are cool. I don't know where they got that idea though."
"Hey," Warrick laughed, "just remember, I know where you sleep at night."
"Was that a threat?" Lindsey raised her eyebrows.
"Take it however you want. Just remember what I do for a living. I can make anything look like an accident," Warrick teased.
"Yeah," Lindsey had no reply to that, "so what are we going to do tonight? You're off right?"
"Yep, and of course, your mother has to work," Warrick sighed, "we're never off on the same days."
"But you guys work together," Lindsey supplied, "so it's not like you never see each other. I know it's not the same, but you are together a lot."
"True," Warrick had to agree, "but we haven't been able to have a romantic meal together in a long time."
"And thank God for that, I wouldn't want to see you guys making out," Lindsey rolled her eyes.
"You wouldn't be around, we'd find some way to get rid of you," Warrick laughed. He remembered when he was her age. Everything your parents did was embarrassing and the last thing you wanted to see was how in love with each other they were. Especially in public. Lindsey was generally fine with their relationship, but as any teen, she gagged at the sight or thought of them kissing romantically.
"I hope I wouldn't be around, even if I was in my room studying, the last thing I want to see is you two giving each other those looks," Lindsey shook her head.
"Maybe I can convince Grissom to give us both a night off next week. And it would be convenient to have plans with one of your friends, if you know what I mean," Warrick said.
"Just tell me which night and I will be nowhere near home," Lindsey told him.
A/N: I didn't really think through the math to see if Lindsey's age is right. I hope it's not that big of a deal. Thanks for reading as always.