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AN: last chapter, many thanks for reading! I hope you liked it at least a bit. ( and YAY! finally I finished one of my WIPs! next one to finish will be shattered hearts and resurrected dreams (read that one when you like angst) and then only one more to go and then I'm free, lol )

Summary: Sara has news for Grissom... how will he react?

chapter 8

Sara leaned in the doorframe and silently observed Grissom for a while. She wondered how she could find the right words but she was just too nervous to think.

Muffin was lying next to Grissom on her blanket, turning from his side on his back from time to time trying to win Grissom's attention. When the puppy began to bark Grissom's eyes loosened from the book and he looked at Muffin, shaking his head. "Buddy what's up? You got your food, you got your water, we went for a walk two times this evening… you even got your dog cookies."

Muffin barked again. Grissom put his book on the nightstand and now noticed Sara. "Hey." He smiled softly at her.

"Hey." She whispered.

"Everything okay Honey?" He put off his reading glasses and placed them next to the book on the nightstand.

Sara shrugged and walked over to the bed. She hesitantly sat down on the mattress. Grissom leaned forward, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Honey?" He asked again, sounding concerned.

She turned to him, reaching up, placing her hand on his. "We have to talk." She was still whispering.

He nodded softly. "Good…because…there is something I would really like to talk about with you."

Sara skidded further on the mattress and leaned back against the backrest, she crossed her legs and turned her face to him. "You first." She said softly.

He shook his head. "I'm a gentlemen. Ladies first."

Sara sighed and leaned her head back, she closed her eyes for a moment and then took a deep breath. "When we were in the restaurant, the day before yesterday, I had a conversation with my mother."

"In the restroom, I know."

"Yeah… my mother…made a comment about…well, she had a certain suspicion…or feeling or whatever. I am not really into her spiritual hippie or whatever things. She said it was something about my 'aura' that made herthink that… well she suspected something." Her hands were shaking. She was scared. She was scared of his reaction. Even though she had not wanted it before, she wanted this baby now. Their baby. She had been thinking about it since this morning when her doctor had confirmed her mother's suspicion… she would be a mother and she would be a good mother. She would give her child all the love that it needed and she would always be there for her child.

"What did she suspect?" Grissom threw an asking look at her.

"I went to see a doctor this morning." She glanced at him. "And… he confirmed what my mother suspected."

"What did your mother suspect?" He asked again.

She swallowed hard and tried to avoid to meet his gaze.

"Sara? Is something wrong?" He turned his body to her. "Honey, what ever it is, you know you can always talk with me… nothing, nothing could ever…"

"I'm pregnant…" she said almost not audible. She turned her face into the opposite direction, she did not want to see his reaction, the expression in his face… She felt tears rising up in her eyes.

"You are pregnant?" he asked unbelieving, but not shocked, different from what she had expected.

She did not react to his question, so he reached out for her shoulder. "Sara?"

"I'm so sorry." She whispered and the tears started to run down her cheeks.

"Sara that is nothing you have to feel sorry about." Now he was shocked.

Sara cried harder, Grissom quickly got up and hurried to her side of the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled her into his arms. "God Sara… what did you think?" His left hand was on her back and his right slipped from her neck to the back of her head, softly running through her hair. "Sara… oh my God Sara, what did you think? That I would be mad at you?" In his voice was a mixture of shock and despair.

She leaned her forehead against his shoulder and sobbed for a long time until she managed to look up. Now she felt even worse. Grissom was not angry or mad, but he was disappointed, disappointed because he knew what she had been thinking.

She could hardly bear to face him, his eyes looked so sad. He wiped her tears away from her cheeks and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Sara what the hell did you think of me?" He asked softly, sounding even more desperate.

"I thought …because of… what… because… of… what we had planned …and …you …you said…" Her voice was shaking and she began to sob again.

Grissom pulled away from her a bit, he took her hands into his and softly caressed them. She turned her face away, feeling his eyes on her face.

"Sara look at me… please." He almost begged her.

She hesitated, but then he softly squeezed her hands. "Hey Honey, you know how much I love you. I could never be mad at you." He whispered. Feeling slightly better and more able to look at him, she turned her face into his direction.

"Sara, you can't imagine how happy this makes me. I… I mean that you are pregnant." He slid closer to her. "I know what I said before…but after the conversation with my mother I…" He took a deep breath. "This had been what I wanted to talk about with you. I… I wanted to confess that I changed my mind about the 'baby–theme'… " he brought her hands up to his lips and kissed them softly. "I want to have a baby with you Sara."

A smile began to build up on her lips. "You're not mad at me?"

"No. No! Honey, never. I could never be mad at you." He kissed her softly. "Never."

"I feel so stupid." She confessed. "I… I thought you would be mad at me. I'm so sorry. You must think that…" She began to shake again. "I do trust you. Really. And…"

He smiled softly. "I pretended to not want children, I can understand that you… were scared of… I'm not an easy person and you are the one who had to learn that the hard way before we got together." He kissed her again and this time she kissed him back.

After a while he pulled away from her and they smiled at each other. "I'm going to be a Daddy." He whispered, now with a bright smile on his lips.

Sara smirked and kissed him softly. "Yes you are." She whispered back and he let his hands slip over her stomach. His grin turned wider after a moment.

"What?" Sara asked, raising an eyebrow.

"May I tell my mother?"

"She's sleeping."

"She would want to know it as soon as possible!" He left the bed and headed for the door.

"Gil!" Sara called after him. He stopped for a second and turned to her.

"If I would have a brother I would be her most favorite son now." He told her enthusiastically.

"You don't have a brother."

"I would get all the heritage!" He was even more enthusiastic, then he left the room.

"Gil…" She wanted to follow him but then she decided that she was too lazy and she wouldn't be able to stop him anyways. "He does not even have a brother." She told Muffin who was looking at her, with his head tilted to the right. She shook her head and crawled the puppy behind its ears. "If he would always be that enthusiastic we would never get out of our bed." She sighed.

Muffin rolled on his back. "You don't understand that anyways." She sat the dog on her lap. "Oh Gosh I am talking with a dog… I can't fall any deeper, can I?" The dog whined. "Don't answer, that was a rhetorical question." Sara smirked. "I bet the baby is going to get all the heritage." She stuck her tongue out at the dog. "Don't you think?"

Muffin barked and Sara grinned, taking his barking as a 'yes'.

THE END

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