A/N: WOW! 20 chapters! I can't believe it! I was sitting here looking over my work and many memories flooded mymind; How distraught I looked after trying to correct my horrible mistakes, lying in bed at night and trying to figure out the next chapter. I could go on for hours but I'll let you get to the story. Enjoy!
One Month Later
Sara stood in the kitchen washing the dishes; Away from Liz and work, the dishes were her favorite thing to do. She could be alone with her thoughts and she really liked having soft hands.
Liz, who was still napping, had turned one month and two weeks old a few hours ago.
For Sara, the time had flown.
She scrubbed absentmindedly at a dish as she remembered everything that had occurred in the last few months.
The big one of course was Liz's birth; A smile spread on Sara's face as she remembered how nervous she had been while feeding the newborn infant.
She recalled staring at Liz for hours on end and not growing bored; The infant wiggled aimlessly, kicking at the air and sucking on whatever she could get in her mouth.
When the team had visited, the loads of gifts had shocked her; She made sure they were placed in the nursery along with all of Liz's other possessions.
Liz's small cries jolted Sara from her thoughts.
"Hold on Liz. I'll be right there!" Sara called to the infant as she dried her hands off.
After six weeks, she was still a little unsure of her motherhood abilities; Whenever she doubted herself Gil was right there, telling her she was doing everything perfectly, like he knew what he was talking about or was an old pro at parenting.
"Hey, Liz. What's the problem?" Sara soothed the fussing infant as she lifted her out of the crib and moved her to the changing table.
Sara had to laugh whenever Gil changed Liz's diaper; He always screwed his face up and looked positively sick.
"Daddy can handle nasty bugs but he can't change you. Yes, I know he's weird," Sara continued chatting with the infant.
By the time Sara was done changing Liz, the baby had stopped crying and was now kicking happily as usual.
"Hungry? Let's go get a bottle."
Sara carried Liz out to the kitchen and proceeded to make a bottle; She popped it into the microwave and smiled down at her baby.
"Liz, I think you're going to be a soccer player. Yes. No, don't kick me. Please? All right, fine, kick me, I don't care."
The microwave bell gave a sharp ding and Sara pulled it out.
Upon seeing the bottle Liz settled down; She stopped kicking almost immediately.
"That's what I thought," Sara laughed as she strode over to the sand colored couch.
Just as she sat down, Gil entered.
"Hello ladies!" He smiled, hanging his jacket up on the coat rack.
"Hi. Good day at work?"
Gil bent down and kissed both Sara and Liz.
"Very, although we're still looking for someone to replace Sofia."
Sara opened her mouth to speak but Gil stopped her.
"No, I don't want you to come back yet. Who would take care of Liz?"
She glanced down at Liz for a moment before standing up and following Gil back to the bedroom.
"I don't know," She replied as she took off his dress shirt to replace it with a t-shirt.
"Don't worry about it. How did your day go?"
"Boring, same as usual. No Liz, you weren't boring. Just eat. Hey, Catherine could watch her!" Sara responded, sounding tired at the beginning of her sentence but towards the end she happily exclaimed.
Gil raised one eyebrow, not sure he understood and Sara picked up just were she had left off.
"She works the day shift, I work the night!"
"Yes, but—"
"I'm sure she'd be happy to do it!" Sara continued.
"Okay, but—"
Liz finished off her bottle and Sara set it on the nightstand next to the bed.
As she did so, she realized that Catherine, like herself, usually slept or spent time with her daughter on her days off.
"Never mind," She muttered, picking up the bottle and rushing off the kitchen.
"Sara?"
She spun around to see Gil following her; He had just slipped on the shirt, hiding his semi-chiseled chest.
"Yes? I really need to burp her so please make it quick."
Sara didn't know why she was being so unpleasant to Gil; She loved him.
But she needed to get out of the house for a while.
"Sweetie, I'm sure Catherine would be happy to watch Liz if she didn't have to work all the time; When Liz is a little older, we can find a babysitter," Gil calmly explained.
Sara sighed; She knew he was right.
"Okay."
She turned to walk to the kitchen but Gil stopped her.
"I have an idea," He smiled.
Sara nodded her head, trying to act as if she were interested.
"Let's go out tonight. Whatever you want. I'll burp Liz," He gently removed the infant from Sara's arms without giving her a chance to reply, "And you can call Catherine. Call in a favor. Sound good?"
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and after a second, she gave in.
"Okay."
Sara hurried off to the living room to call Catherine and Gil paced the room with Liz in his arms.