Five Months Later

Sara adjusted the pillow that would be supporting her back before sitting down onto the couch.

Nearly eight months pregnant, her stomach looked as if she had swallowed a beach ball.

Pregnancy hadn't been as bad as she had thought it would have been.

Yes, her ankles were slightly swollen and her food cravings were odd; Ice cream and honey, cheeseburgers and chocolate syrup. But nothing else was wrong.

She had been worried about being responsible for another human being, but so far she loved it.

Whenever the baby kicked, she'd rest her hand lovingly on her stomach and smile.

"Sar?" Grissom called out.

A smile spread on her tired face.

After she had announced her pregnancy to him, Gil seemed more thrilled than she was.

He moved in with her, took excellent care of her, went out for food runs and he was nicer than ever.

"Sar, they were out of chocolate ice cream, so I got you rocky road."

He handed her the grocery bag and bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

"Everything okay?" Gil asked in his concerned father tone.

Sara nodded.

She loved having him in her apartment all the time.

Well, he wasn't there all the time; He still had to work. But he didn't work even half as much as he used to.

"Thank you so much," Sara said with a grin. Ice cream appeared to be the food of the month and Grissom hadn't complained once about going out to get some for her.

He joined her on the couch, lifting her feet and placing them in his lap; Sara knew what was next.

Slowly he began rubbing her feet.

"You really don't have t—Oh, that's the spot that has been bothering me," She groaned.

She laid back on the couch with a smile on her face.

Sara awoke several hours later to find that she was covered up by three blankets and a large pillow had been placed under her head.

"Griss?" She yelled.

Sometimes it bothered her that they slept in different rooms. She needed to feel protected.

She wanted to feel like their unborn child was protected.

Gil emerged from Sara's bedroom, yellow rubber gloves covering his hands and sweat beads on his forehead.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a giggle.

True, she loved him, but sometimes he was just plain weird.

"Oh. I'm cleaning your bathroom."

Sara tossed the blankets off of her and managed to sit up in one swift movement.

"You okay?" He asked, ready to rip off his gloves and help her with whatever she needed.

She nodded happily and stood up, making her way to the kitchen.

"Cath's coming over in a bit and I want to eat before she gets here so I don't make a pig out of myself in front of her."

Gil smiled.

"Okay. I'm gonna finish up in there and then… I'll find something else to do," He called as he went off to the bathroom.

Sara rummaged through her refrigerator. Spaghetti, eggs, milks and what appeared to be one of Gil's experiments.

She sighed as she pulled out the spaghetti; She couldn't wait for the baby to be born.

Gil and Catherine had painted her bedroom to look like a nursery.

Each wall a different color; A soft green, soft yellow, soft pink and blue.

It was beautiful.

She was very anxious to hold the baby in her arms, to talk to it, sing to it and tell it stories.

But mostly she wanted to look at it.

Look into it's eyes and smile, seeing the child in the future, reading and playing.

The sound of the doorbell jolted Sara from her thoughts.

She tottered over to the door and smiled when Catherine entered.

"Good God, Sara!" She exclaimed upon seeing the brunette's stomach.

Sara had to smile.

She and Catherine had grown a lot closer; A few times a week Catherine came over and they talked about work and everything friends talk about.

"Hey, Cath. Can I get you anything to drink?" She asked.

Catherine shook her head.

"No I'm fine. Oh, a question came to me last night. Why the hell aren't you working?"

The two sat down on the couch and Sara grinned.

"Well evidently, Gil doesn't want me working at all until after the baby is at least a year old. He's so protective. The one thing he does that cracks me up? He will not sleep in the same bed as me. I think it's a little too late for that one," Sara laughed.

"I think that's nice. It shows he loves you," Catherine said with a smirk. "How are things between you two?"

Sara sighed with a smile.

"Amazing. He's so good to me."

Gil came into view, still wearing his rubber gloves.

"Oh Catherine. I didn't know you were here. I was just cleaning the bathroom," He explained.

Catherine sniggered.

"More like performing an autopsy!"

Sara and Catherine burst out laughing as Gil rolled his eyes and returned to his cleaning.