"Heather, it's Gil."

"Hello. I didn't expect to talk to you again for a while," He could almost hear the brunette smile.

"Well, is that babysitter offer still standing?" Gil inquired.

He was multi-tasking. Grocery shopping and setting up plans for a sitter for Liz. Usually Sara went grocery shopping on Saturday mornings but since she had been asleep when he woke up, Gil figured he could handle it.

He just needed some junk food and the errand would be done.

"Sure. When do you need me?" Heather's voice seemed to brighten at the sound of getting to watch Liz.

"Is tonight okay? If you already have plans jus—"

"Gil, I don't have plans. Tell me a time and I'll be there," She gently interrupted.

Gil smiled as he dropped his arm load of various chips into the cart, granting a few stares from an elderly woman passing him.

"See you at six?"

"I'll be there."

Back At The Grissom Household

"Daddy's home," Sara whispered to the little girl on her lap; At the rate her stomach was growing, they both knew that their days of sitting on the couch like that were numbered.

Liz hopped off of her mother's lap and took off for the garage.

Sara intently listened to the sounds of the car doors closing, Gil greeting his daughter with a hug and then Liz running back into the house.

"Daddy went grocery shopping!" She shared with Sara in an astounded tone.

Sara grinned as she slowly stood up from the couch and followed Liz out to the kitchen to see that Gil had indeed gone shopping.

He entered the house with his arms full of brown bags; Sara quickly grabbed two before the groceries and her husband went toppling onto the floor.

"Thanks. There's more outside so I'll be right back."

He sprinted outside to get the rest of the things he had bought, leaving Sara to glance around what seemed like a sea of bags.

"Holy sh—" Liz shot Sara a warning glance, so the older brunette quickly changed the words ready to spill out of her mouth. "Sheez! That's what I was going to say."

Liz giggled and peered into one of the bags.

"Daddy got a lot of food."

Sara nodded in agreement as she began putting away the massive collection of food.

"Hey, I have a surprise for you, Liz," Gil smiled as he put the last bag down on the table.

"Really? What is it?"

Being a little girl, Liz did love surprises. It didn't seem to matter what they were, she loved anything and everything.

"Well, mommy and I are going out tonight so you get to… hang out with a friend of mine!"

Liz cocked her head to the left side. "Who is it?"

"Her name is Heather. She's really nice and you'll love her."

"Oh. Okay!"

With that, the little girl ran from the room, shouting as she went, "Lily! We're getting company!"

Gil walked up behind Sara and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her somewhat swollen abdomen.

"So, where would you like to go?" He inquired.

"It doesn't matter to me. You can pick," Sara replied, tilting her head back to rest on Gil's shoulder.

"Well she'll be here at six and then we can leave. That's in…" He glanced at his watch. "Two hours."

"Let's drive around until we find something that looks worth doing," Sara suggested.

Gil nodded and gave his wife a quick peck on the cheek. "You can go rest. I'll put these away."

"I'm more than willing to help, but if you insist."

Sara walked away with a smile, her hand gently stroking her stomach.

"Liz, what on Earth are you doing to that dog?" She asked her daughter as she walked into the living room.

Liz was seated on the floor next to Lily, who raised her head up upon seeing Sara. Barrettes and other hair clips were stuck on top of Lily's head and on her sides.

"Honey take those off of her. They're not meant for dogs," Sara explained with a giggle.

Liz smiled bashfully as she carefully removed the clips; Once all of them were gone, Lily ran off to search for safety.

"Thank you. Make sure you're a good girl for Heather, okay?"

Sara sat down on the couch and was immediately joined by Liz.

"I will be. I promise; I'm a good girl," She smiled up at her mother.

"Yes, you are a good girl. I just have to remind you sometimes; It's a mommy thing," Sara kissed Liz's cheek with a grin.

"Mommy, she's not a mean lady is she?" Liz continued with the questions.

"I don't think so. Daddy says she's nice so I'm sure she is."

Liz hugged Sara and rested her head gently on her stomach. The two rested there on the couch awaiting the arrival of Babysitter Heather.