Gil carefully sat up, making sure he didn't wake Sara.
As a smile crossed the sleeping woman's face, one appeared on his too.
"Hey," She whispered, brown eyes still tightly shut. She didn't want to wake up, but her stomach was hurting like hell.
Gil laid back down and propped himself up on his elbow.
"Hey. You hungry?"
Sara violently shook her head.
"No. No food. My stomach is killing me," She replied, stroking her swollen belly.
Gil nodded. He made sure Sara ate when she was supposed to, but if her stomach hurt, he didn't want her to eat something and end up sick.
"Oh, are you okay? What do you think it is?" He asked.
Slowly he placed his hand on top of Sara's and she looked up into his eyes.
He moved his elbow so he kiss her but just as they were about to kiss, Sara let out a scream of pain.
Gil's eyes widened in horror as her face quickly lost it's color and her hands started shaking.
"Sara!" He grabbed her shoulders and tried to figure out what was wrong.
"Sara, answer me. Oh, God," His voice trailed off.
Sara blinked her eyes a few times; What the hell was wrong with her?
"Gil, I don't know what's wrong. Call an ambulance," She calmly instructed him.
He did as he was told. Pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, his eyes never leaving Sara's, he dialed 911.
At The Hospital
Gil impatiently sat in the waiting room, wondering when someone was going to tell him what was going on.
The ambulance had came, loaded Sara up and drove the two to the hospital.
Once inside, Sara was taken to a wing Gil had never been to.
And the doctor had said that once they knew anything, he'd come back and tell Gil.
Well that had been almost two hours ago.
A nurse strode out of the forbidden doors, looking at a folder.
"Excuse me, nurse?" He asked, his voice breaking at the beginning of every word.
She closed the folder and looked at Gil for a moment as if she didn't understand him. Just as Gil was getting ready to walk away, she answered.
"Mr. Grissom? You came in with Sara, correct?"
He nodded nervously.
"Okay. Well, Sara has gone into labor."
Gil wasn't sure what to say; The child could survive, but he was still upset.
"A-are you sure? Can I see her?" Gil sputtered.
The nurse guided him over to a set of chair and the two sat down.
"Mr. Grissom, we are going to take excellent care of your wife. Just—"
"Wife? No, Sara's my… girlfriend. I haven't had a chance to propose yet."
This time the nurse nodded.
"Okay. We're going to take good care of Sara. If you come with me I'll take you to her."
Gil eagerly stood up.
He needed to see Sara. He had to make sure she was okay.
The nurse, whose name Gil couldn't recall ever hearing, led him to Sara's room.
Nearly ten minutes later, the nurse motioned for Gil to enter the room and then simply walked away.
He took a deep breath, then cautiously entered.
The room was dark except for a small lamp next to Sara's bed.
By the dim light he could see that she was pale; Very pale.
"Sar?" He asked.
Sara slowly opened her eyes.
She wasn't expecting her baby to be born this early; She had four more weeks to go! But she too knew that the child could survive and she prayed it would.
"Hey, Sar," He whispered as he walked over to the bed and sat down in the chair.
Sara closed her eyes as he took her hand in his; She was so glad he was there.
"Sara, what did the doctor say?"
She wasn't sure why, but she felt like crying; Tears began freely flowing down her cheeks.
"Not much. Just that I've gone into labor," She finally managed.
Gil didn't move.
So it was true.
He didn't let Sara know it, but he was glad their child was finally coming into this world; He had grown very tired of waiting to hold it in his arms.
He wanted to read it articles out of Science magazine to make sure that it was a smart baby.
Gil didn't know it, but Sara wanted the same things.