Title: Wash Away part nineteen
Note: Again, Thank you for the nice comments! Thank you for reading this chapter after chapter. I do appreciate it.
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It was an odd sensation, sitting in a hospital bed with two babies on her breasts and Grissom sitting inches away watching them with a transfixed expression. She knew that all of their issues were not resolved, but she also knew that nothing was as important as this very second in time.
"I think Baby A is finished." Grissom said. He wore a bashful smile as Sara looked up.
With a soft chuckle, she tilted her chin towards the baby as she asked. "Will you take him, Gris? My arms are falling asleep and I can't juggle them in this postion."
Grissom surprised himself with his eagerness to hold his firstborn son. Taking the baby from Sara's arms, he gently rotated him in the palm of his hands until the little boy's feet were against his chest and his face was positioned so he could examine every inch. His eyes were closed in a peaceful slumber and his fists were curled against his chest.
"We really should give them names, Gris." Sara said. The gentle expression on his face was doing funny things to her heart and she hoped that she could fight back this insane urge to sob. Trying to avoid this feeling she said lightly. "I really don't think they will appreciate being Baby A and Baby B when they are older."
This brought the desired smile from Grissom. He brought the baby close to his chest until he was cradling him in the crook of his right elbow before he spoke. "What made you give them my last name?"
He was staring in her eyes now, searching for the truth. She did not hesitate as she said. "When they had me fill out the paper work I did not think twice about it. I'm not sure I can give you a satisfactory reason, Gris. I just knew that it was what I wanted. I struggled with it for weeks and never felt such certainty as I did when it came time to write a name." She shrugged, not knowing what else to tell him. It had all happened so fast. The hospital. The paper work. "I have no regrets, I do know that." She had to ask him. "Is it okay with you?"
"Yeah." Grissoms voice was hoarse. He was more than okay with it, but did not know how to express that to Sara without losing his composure. He changed the subject, hoping to avoid strong emotions. "What about first names? Surely, you have tossed some choices around?"
Sara released a heavy sigh as she looked back down at the baby still on her breast. He appeared to be finished so she pulled him away from her breast and lowered her gown before placing him on her extended legs so that she could study him in the same manner as Grissom had studied Baby A. She smiled as that term popped into her mind. They really did need to give them names.
"There are names that I like. Nothing cutesy, you know? No Harry and Larry, or Bob and Rob." She made a face, squishing her nose in a way that always made Grissom smile. " It should be something strong and independent sounding."
"Thomas? David? Robert?" Grissom tossed out some names that he liked. He studied the baby he held once again, trying out the names in his mind as he looked at the tiny face. He had always heard people say that they waited to name their babies after they saw them. He was never sure what that meant. Looking at the small face he realized that he still did not understand that sentiment.
Sara looked again at Baby B. She gently ran her index finger along his soft cheek. "It's weird, but I thought that I would know what to name them when I saw them, but I have no clue what I'm supposed to see." She squinted her eyes in thought. "Thomas Grissom." She tested the name aloud and looked over at Grissom who watched her with interest. "It has a nice ring to it. Do you think he looks like a Thomas?"
Tilting his head, Grissom studied the little boy. "At the risk of sounding stupid, I'm not sure what a 'Thomas' looks like." His eyes twinkled and he completed this sentiment by adding. "However, I think that it does have a nice ring to it." He looked at the baby he held in his arms. "What about this one? What else has a nice ring to it that you like?"
"That we like, Gris." Sara blew out her breath. "Who would have thought that a name would be so hard? If we had a little girl I would have wanted Olivia or Chloe. I've always liked those names." She caught his intrigued expression and arched her brow as she shrugged.
"Do you wish that we had girls?" Grissom asked. He actually felt apprehension waiting for her response. If she was unhappy with having two boys then he had no clue how to console her.
"No!" Sara shook her head in emphasis. "I'm glad that we have two boys, Gris. Trust me." She made a motion over herself. "I'm more tomboy than girly if you haven't guessed that already."
"Your not that much tomboy, Sara. I know that first hand." said Grissom. His smile was shy as his eyes flickered over her body and then away. He could recall every inch of her body and often had as he lay awake and alone in his bed. For the first time he wondered what she had looked like pregnant with his sons. Sadness engulfed him as that thought assailed him.
He felt her hand on his knee but he did not acknowledge it as he kept his eyes trained on the baby in his arms.
"Gris? What's wrong?" Sara searched his face for an answer to the sudden change in his demeanor.
"I realized that I would have liked to see you pregnant." His eyes slid up to her face and then back to the baby he held. "I guess that sounds silly."
"No. I think that it's sweet that you wanted to see me wobbling around with your sons." Sara gave him a weak smile. "I wasn't a pretty site."
Taking a deep breath Grissom shook his head. "I can't imagine you not being beautiful." He gestured towards the baby he held. "So, what does this one look like to you? What about Andrew?"
Allowing the topic to revert back to the naming of their babies. "Andrew Grissom. I like that." She removed her hand from his knee and lifted it to the babies face. "Now, what about middle names?"
"Your turn." Grissom said. He slid off the bed and with careful movements placed Andrew on the bed next to his brother. Before she could question his intentions, Grissom returned to the bed, this time his left hip pressed up against her side and he now faced both of his sons as they lay side by side.
"I do have a baby name book in my bag." Sara motioned to the table next to the bed. Reaching behind Grissom she leaned over and rifled through a bag for a small book. Her arm brushed his back as she brought the book past him and to her lap. Instead of jumping away from her, Grissom leaned over her shoulder as she opened to the boys section of names.
"You circled several names." Grissom put his hand next to hers and flipped to the A's. With a soft smile, he looked over at her as he marveled. "You circled Andrew."
She did not reply, but flipped to the T section and waited for his response. "Thomas. What else did you circle?"
They spent the next twenty minutes going page to page until they had made a decison. Sara joked that it took longer for them to pick the middle names than the first and they both laughed. A sharp rap on the door and they waited as Warrick stuck his head around the corner. "Uhm, Gris? There's a phone call for you."
Warrick let his eyes travel over the domestic scene and he could not suppress the smile that erupted across his face. It was more than he could have hoped for when he was driving Grissom from the airport to the hospital. He had wondered if Grissom would was going to confront Sara and then leave. Seeing the babies through the glass had not dampened that uneasiness.
He flinched at the look he was receiving from Grissom, but Sara's expression was the opposite.
"Warrick, come in and meet our babies." Sara offered him a wide smile as she waved her hands for him to enter.
Warrick stepped into the room and held up his cellphone. "I'm sorry about bringing a phone in here, but it's Catherine. She's been hounding me and insisted that I bring the phone to you ASAP because she couldn't reach you on your own phone."
"I turned mine off for a reason, Warrick." Grissom said with an irritated look as he took the phone and lifted it to his mouth. "I can't talk right now, Cath, I'll call you back." He pressed the end button before she could protest. He would call her back, but right now he had to make some decisions. Handing the phone back to Warrick, he gestured to the babies. "Meet my sons, Rick."
Warrick smiled at the two sleeping babies as Sara introduced Thomas Boone Grissom and Andrew Bryon Grissom.
TBC
