A/N: An upload before I go on holidays (only for 5 days, and I'll take my laptop, so I can write there... hehe, I'm addicted). I really have to thank Ms Snow for this. Yeah... I asked much, I know, but again: Thank You Very Very (repeat) Much :). Thanks Myra for doing the first scan, and for liking my story. And to all the nice reviewers over there: You Rock! You really do! The lyrics at the beginning and the end are from Miracle by The Corrs. If you want to have details, you can drop me an email. (or just leave a review, so I can mail you back)

And, oh, how precious and lonely you are
Cherish as only you are
Not born but already
Changing our world
Beautiful girl
Beautiful boy
You're a beautiful, wonderful miracle

The door of Sara's room opened and he stepped inside. She smiled at him; she was glad that he had come to see her and to be with her when she went to the OB/Gyn. In fact, she was a bit nervous, this would be the second time she went to check the baby, but she was almost unconscious when she had her first appointment. Everything was okay then, as far as they could tell, but things could have changed. He was there for her and that meant a lot to her, it told her that he wanted to be a father for this little one and that he cared about her. 'Hey.'

He took his coat off and laid it on the back of the chair. He walked to the bed and settled down at the edge of it. 'Hey.'

Sara inhaled deeply. 'I'm glad that you're with me.'

'I'm glad I'm here too. So... we're going to see your OB/Gyn, right?' He felt very uncomfortable, not just about the subject, but about being there, with her. But it's the first time for her as well, she doesn't know anything more than I do. This thought made him a bit stronger, and he looked at her. 'Did you... have had an earlier appointment? Before this one, I mean?'

'Yeah, I had. But... it was not an appointment. They just... checked me, but I don't remember it anymore. I just know, well, they told me that I opened my eyes and smiled when I looked at the screen. And that it was okay. But still... well, everything could be different now. I just hope that it's okay...' Her words faded to a whisper. Grissom saw that she was having a hard time and took her hand. 'Hey... it's okay. It'll be alright.'

Sara nodded. 'I just hope that it will be. I... decided that I want this baby to have a better... life than I have had. I just... well... never mind.' He wanted to pretend that he did not hear it, which would be the easiest thing to do for both of them, but couldn't deny the tone of her voice, so sad and full of grief. He pushed himself to say something about it, even when he knew that Sara wasn't going to like the direction the conversation was going. He had to know about her past, so that he could react in an appropriate way when she was talking about it. I'll only hurt her if I don't know about it; I'll say things that will make her upset... 'Sara... what kind of childhood have you had?'

She shook her head. 'It doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't matter, it's over, and I learned to live with it... I'm okay... I really am...' 'Sara, you're not. Just look at you... every time you try to think about it, you become... unstable, emotional. You haven't come to terms with it yet. And you need to talk about it.' She bit her lip. 'I can't. Grissom, when will you realise that I can't talk about it?' She didn't sound angry, just bitter. It became clear to him that she didn't want to talk about it, but he knew that they had to.

I don't have to give up; she has to talk with me about it. 'We need to talk about it. You haven't talked about it, and you need to. I promise that I won't tell anyone else, if that's important to you. But we need to talk. Don't say that we don't have to, don't tell me that you have come to terms with it, because I know that's not true, and you know it yourself.'

She looked down. A silence fell between them. 'Griss? I... you are right, we need to talk about it, it's just... it's really hard for me. Can we talk about it... after the appointment?' She looked at him, and her glance was almost begging. He was relieved that she wanted to discuss this herself and he didn't have to push anymore. He knew how stubborn she could be if she really didn't want something, and it was a big step for both of them - they finally were moving closer. He wanted to understand her, so that he could help her, that he could treat her the right way when she was breaking down, that he could console her when she was crying. 'Of course... that's okay.'

He looked at his watch. 'I think it's almost time... are they going to bring you, or should we go together?' Sara shook her shoulders. 'They're said that they would pick me up, but they didn't know that you were coming. Maybe... you can go to the desk in the hall and tell them that you're going with me...' She looked to him and gave him a warm smile. 'I'd rather go with you than with a nurse.'

Grissom stood up and walked to the door. When he came back, a few minutes later, he had a wheelchair, and put it next to the bed. He saw Sara's stubborn expression; he smiled at her a bit teasingly. 'I can walk. At least, let me try it.'

Grissom shook his head. 'Sorry, I can't let you walk. They told me specifically that I had to wheel you to it, and beside that, I don't think that it's a good idea myself.' She gave him an angry glare and stuck her hands out to him, to help her get out of bed. He took them and walked her to the wheelchair. They both made their way to the OB/Gyn department of the hospital.

They stayed in the waiting room, until someone called them and told them to go to room 2. Grissom wheeled her to the doorway, and saw that she was shaking. He placed her next to the door and walked to the other side of the wheelchair to look at her. She avoided his eyes. 'Sara? Are you okay?'

She nodded, still looking to the other side of the hall. 'Yeah... yeah, I'm fine.' He kneeled down at her and touched her face with his finger and turned her to face him. 'Sorry... I'm just really nervous... that's all.' She smiled at him, but he still noticed the emotion behind the smile. 'It's going to be fine, okay?'

He stood up, opened the door and wheeled her into the room. A woman in a white coat walked towards them. She shook their hands and introduced herself, 'Hello, I am Mary-Ann Cannan. You must be Sara Sidle, and you're... Mr. Sidle?' Grissom shook his head. 'No... I'm Grissom. Gil Grissom. I'm... the father of the baby.' The doctor nodded. 'That's okay. Why don't you have a seat?' She pointed at the chairs in front of the desk.

Grissom wheeled Sara next to the chair, and sat down on the chair. The doctor went to the other side of the desk. 'You already had your first check-up.' She took the files from the desk and looked at them. 'Well... everything seemed fine back then. But you weren't able to answer some of the questions. We need to know, so I going to have to ask. According to the echo that had been made then, you're about 13 weeks pregnant. When was the last time you had your period?' Sara looked to the ceiling. 'Ehm... that must have been... yeah... well, we... made love on... November 20th.'

The doctor wrote it down and calculated. 'So... you're pregnant for 14 weeks. Okay. Because you're in the hospital, I received your medical record, with all the details. Your blood seems fine; your blood pressure is okay as well. This is your first pregnancy, right?' Sara nodded. 'Are there any diseases you have that may be important? Like... HIV or... some hereditary disease?' Grissom nodded. 'Yes, I have otosclerosis. I've had surgery.' The doctor wrote it down on the file.

'Do you have anything else to add that might be important?' They both shook their head. 'Okay. Well, I want to do an echo today. So... if you want to lie down on the table.' Sara stood up from the wheelchair and made her way over to the table, carefully held by Grissom. She sat on the edge and swung her legs up onto the table. She curled up her jumper and loosened her pants a bit, so that her belly was clearly visible. The doctor took the tube with the gel and put some of it on Sara's belly. She took the ultra-sound scanner, put it on the gel and spread it. She turned the screen on and moved the scanner over the gel. She looked at the screen and pointed to the black-and-white figure that appeared on the screen.

She pointed to the moving image. 'Look, you can see the heart there, it's beating. There are the legs, the head is there. It all seems healthy.' The doctor smiled at the expecting parents. 'If you want to, I can tell you the sex. Do you want to know?' Grissom looked at Sara and his expression asked her if she wanted to know it. Sara smiled at him and squeezed his hand. 'No, I don't want to know it. But if you do…' Grissom shook his head. 'No, honey, if you don't want to know it, I don't want to know either.'

Sara moved her free hand to the screen. 'It's so small… but still, almost perfect.' She turned to the doctor. 'Can you make a print for me, for us? I want to remember… this.' 'Yeah, I can do that. Just one moment.' She pushed a button on the keyboard and walked to the back of the room. A few minutes later, she came back with a small paper. 'Here it is... do you want me to write the date on it?' They both nodded and the doctor took a pen and wrote something on the back of the photograph. She gave it to Grissom.

'Do you want to listen to the heartbeat?' Without waiting for the answer, she took the tool and laid it on the small table next to the screen. She took a wiper and wiped away the gel on Sara's belly. She threw it away and placed the tool on Sara's belly. A couple of seconds later they heard a fast heartbeat. Grissom's head moved to Sara's, and kissed her on the cheek. Sara didn't seem surprised by this obviously unthought-of action. She smiled at him and her hand moved to his jaw. She moved his lips to hers and kissed, uncomfortable at the first. They stopped, let each other go and looked deeply in each others eyes.

Grissom brushed a string of hair off Sara's face and kissed her again. He closed his eyes and tasted the sweet taste of her lips. Her hands moved to his cheeks and held his face. After a while they opened their eyes and she moved her hands away from his face. They became aware of the presence of the doctor and turned their heads abruptly to her. She just smiled at them, 'Oh, don't feel embarrassed, I'm used to this.' Sara knew that it was true, but still, she felt her face turn red.

'So, everything is fine?' Grissom asked; concern filled his voice. 'As far as I could see, everything is okay. It's growing well, there were no visible diseases. I want to make an appointment for next week. You're still under medication, and you need to be checked regularly. So, is March 17 alright with you? At…' She checked her agenda and tipped with her pen on the paper. 'At 3:20?' Sara looked at Grissom and nodded. 'Yeah, that's a good idea.'

She covered her belly with her jumper and sat up straight. She stood up and Grissom helped her into the wheelchair. They shook hands with the doctor. 'Thank you very much.' The doctor smiled at them. 'It's my job, but you're welcome.' Grissom opened the door and wheeled her out.

When they arrived at the corridor, he stopped her and turned her wheelchair around. He felt uncomfortable to ask, but he had to. He didn't want to break the light feeling they had inside the room. 'Sara? We still need to talk about... about your past. Do you want to... to go to the cafeteria and have a cup of coffee?' Sara nodded, looking away from him. 'Yeah... we have to.' 'You're okay with that? You're not too tired?' Sara shook her head. 'No, it's fine.' He turned her back around and wheeled her to the central hall.

And when it comes to lovin'
We'll give you all we've got
Beginning at the bottom
We're never gonna stop
Little one
You're a beautiful, wonderful miracle

A/N: I loved to write this chapter, and I hope you enjoyed it too. Please leave a review for me, I'll appreciate it. I hope I have time to write during my holidays, but I think I'll have :)