"Sara, why are you so sad?" Gil blurted.

"No sense in beating around the bush," He thought to himself; Something was wrong with Sara and he needed to know what.

"What-What's wrong with me?" She repeated. "Nothing that I know of."

"Why are you so sad all the time?"

Sara brushed the few strands of hair out of her face; Was he serious?

"I'm not sure," She lied.

In all honestly, Sara knew why she was sad. She felt trapped. Like caring for Liz was all she was ever going to do; She didn't mind caring for her, but she needed to do other things once in a while.

Gil gave Sara a disbelieving look and she knew she would have to tell him.

"I need to get out of the house more often," She exclaimed.

Gil didn't react at first; Sara didn't know what that meant and she wasn't sure if she wanted to know.

"Okay."

Sara pursed her lips; 'Okay'?

"Um, okay? You… you don't think I'm a bad mother?" Sara whispered.

Gil's jaw dropped slightly, causing him to resemble a fish out of water.

"Bad mother? Shit, Sara, you're an awesome mother! What would cause you to think that you aren't a good mom?"

Sara looked away from him for a moment; She knew it was stupid.

"I don't know. I just felt like one."

Gil kissed Sara before answering.

"Listen to me. You are not a bad mother. In fact, I think you're the best mom I've ever seen!"

Sara blushed; Gil was a lifesaver.

"Thanks," She kissed him happily, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

He kissed her back with an equal amount of passion.

"You're welcome. How's your ankle?"

They both glanced at Sara's left ankle; The swelling had gone down but the purple/blackish color hadn't.

"That really isn't healthy," Gil informed Sara.

"No, really? I thought all ankles looked the same," She replied, the familiar sarcasm Gil had grown used to was showing once again.

"I love you," He smiled.

Sara grinned back; Her mood had changed in what had to be a record time. She felt like laughing and having a good time.

"Love you too."

A crimson shade took over her cheeks; A rather immature thought had just bounded into her mind, causing her to blush rather severely.

"What?" Gil asked as he kissed her neck.

"Nothing. It's not important."

But the more she thought about it, the more she felt like laughing.

"Tell me what it is," He pressed, still favoring one spot on her neck.

"No! I can't!" She exclaimed.

"Please?"

"You won't laugh?" She inquired.

Normally, her thoughts and feeling hardly ever left her mind; But if Gil insisted he know…

"I swear I won't," He promised solemnly.

"Okay. I just thought it'd be funny if I said," She sighed, "Would… you make-out with me."

Gil did his best to stifle his laughter but after a few seconds he wasn't able and burst out laughing, very clearly amused.

"Not fair!" Sara shouted but clamped her hand over her mouth as she remembered that Liz was sleeping a mere room away. "You said you wouldn't laugh."

Gil's face was now red from laughing so hard; He had to take several deep breaths before replying.

"I know and for that I apologize. But I wasn't expecting it to be so funny!"

Sara showed her best mock-hurt look.

"Well, if that's how you want play. I think your Roy Roger's letter is hysterical!"

Gil immediately stopped chuckling.

"Why? I wanted to replace it!"

"I know; But you are far too old to be collecting letters from cowboys," Sara replied.

"King of the cowboys!" Gil corrected.

"I rest my case."

Sara kissed Gil once before getting up from the couch and hobbling to the hallway that led to the bedroom.

"I'm sorry; Please forgive me. Are you coming to bed? Please?" Sara asked.

Gil nodded, a smile on his face, and followed her.

"He is the King of the Cowboys, you know," Gil whispered with the smile still donning his face as they entered the bedroom.

"You're weird," Sara replied with a grin.