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Eight Months Later
Sara sat on the edge of the couch, folding baby clothes; Liz, nearly ten months old now, was lying on the floor on her favorite bug covered blanket, rolling about and cooing.
The months had flown for Sara; One moment Liz was wearing incredibly tiny outfits, so small Sara often doubted whether or not they would fit and the next she was growing at an alarming pace and frequently talked to herself; Nonsense words of course.
"Liz, you need to stop growing. Just for a little while. Momma's missing her tiny baby," Sara smiled as she lifted the infant from the floor.
She cooed happily upon seeing her mother; Liz and Sara were practically inseparable.
The only time they were apart was when Sara went to work for a few hours.
She only worked a maximum of four hours; Gil had insisted.
Catherine was often the one who watched Liz when Sara went to the lab; Sometimes Greg, Warrick and Nick tagged along, at separate times, to sharpen up their 'baby skills'.
Liz didn't seem to mind. She loved attention but she was sure to let everyone know when enough was enough.
"I wonder when Daddy will be home. He's taking us out to dinner. You still have to eat formula."
Liz gave a small cry and Sara laughed.
"I know you don't like it; But the doctor said you have to have it because the good food makes Mommy sore. I know it's sad, but please don't cry," Sara soothed the fussing infant.
Right at that moment, Gil entered the apartment.
"Hello ladies. Ready for dinner?"
Sara gently bounced Liz up and down, trying to calm her.
"I am, but she's a little cranky," She replied in a soft tone.
Gil dropped his keys on the island and rolled up his sleeves, for what reason, Sara didn't know.
"Let me see the baby," He cooed.
Liz cried softly as Gil rocked her in his arms; He whispered a lullaby as she sucked on her fingers and he sighed.
"I think she's hungry."
Sara nodded as she slipped her coat on.
"No shit. I'll feed her on the way to the diner so maybe she'll sleep and we can have a normal meal," She laughed.
Gil chuckled as he slipped the infant into her car seat and secured all the buckles.
"All right, then. Let's go."
Henry's Diner
Gil and Sara ordered their food as Liz chewed contentedly her rubber teether; Sara found it odd that Liz always chewed on it even though she wasn't teething.
"I've been meaning to ask you, why do you always say "Hello ladies," when you come home from work?" Sara asked as she tickled Liz's feet.
The infant showed no signs of falling asleep; She often gave a loud shriek of happiness whenever Sara smiled.
"Well, you both are ladies and you're supposed to say hello when you see someone you love. She really likes your smile, doesn't she?" He motioned to Liz whose eyes were affixed on her mother's sparking grin.
"I think so."
She beamed down at Liz who squealed with enjoyment; Both Sara and Gil laughed.
"Well she has good taste," Gil whispered.
He gently pulled Sara toward him and kissed her; Liz evidently didn't like sharing her entertainment, for she threw her teether, which went soaring through the air and ended oddly enough on Gil's head.
Sara tried to suppress her laughter but was unable and burst out laughing.
"Oh, you think this is funny? Our own daughter is trying to harm me! Liz, no-no. Bad baby. Do you understand?" Gil asked the infant.
Liz once again shrieking happily, this time it echoed the diner.
"Shh! What have you been teaching her? She's going to be a rebel, with piercings all over her body!"
Sara's face was now red from laughing and tears were forming in her eyes.
"Okay stop before I injure myself. Liz, if I give this back to you, you cannot throw it at Daddy. He's nice, okay? No more throwing," She informed the infant.
A petite waitress known by the name of 'Debbie' appeared by their table, holding a tray containing the couple's food.
"How's Liz today?" Debbie asked in a hoarse voice; She sounded like a smoker but never smelled like the horrible stench of cigarette smoke.
Sara, Gil and Liz had visited the diner more than a few times since Liz's birth.
"She's doing okay. Other than throwing things at me," Gil replied as he unloaded the large tray and handing Sara her usual salad.
"Well, she looks great; Looks like you, Sara."
Sara blushed but didn't answer right away. After swallowing a mouthful of water, she felt an answer was in order.
"Thanks, Debbie. Have a good one," She called to the waitress as she walked away from the table.
"I like it here," Sara announced when the three were alone again.
"Me too," Gil replied, and he leant in to kiss Sara.
Just as they parted, Liz yet again tossed her teether at Gil, leaving a large trail of drool on the side of his face.