Thanks for reviewing keep them coming this is the first fluff I've written and I'm getting quite into it!
It was seven am and Grissom was sat staring at his girlfriend who lay sleeping next to him.
For five days now he'd known he was going to be a dad and each day it just got better. There was a pile of books at the side on parenting which Sara had made fun of him for getting claiming he would have had to by a library on it.
The only other person who knew about Sara been pregnant was Catherine. After she frantically phoned Grissom when she went round to see Sara and was told by a neighbour she was taken away in an ambulance. Since then Catherine kept coming round to check on Sara as if Grissom couldn't take care of her, but he found it handy having another to talk to even if her description of pregnancy was daunting. He was just getting used to the morning sickness. Swollen feet and mood swings weren't something he was prepared for, especially as he didn't have to go through these things himself. Sara was emotional as it was let alone with the added hormones he had prepare himself to sleep on the sofa many nights to come as he was sure he would do something wrong.
Actually there was something he was doing wrong. He was about to become a dad but not a husband. This though hadn't occurred to him before then. He loved Sara and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He suddenly leapt out of bed and began frantically pulling clothes on. He wasn't too sure where he was going or what he was doing. He wanted it to be perfect when he asked her. Like when he asked her to dinner. He wanted to propose like men in films do over a candle lit dinner. He wanted Sara to feel like a princes because to him she was. He was fumbling so much getting dressed that he managed to knock the light of the bedside table. As it fell to the floor with a crash Sara woke up.
"Hey." she mumbled rubbing her eyes "You okay?"
"Yes. Accident."
"Are you sure? you sound anxious." she said sitting up slowly.
"I'm fine." he insisted finishing getting dressed. He wanted to ask her there and then to marry him while he still felt he had the courage but it wasn't the most romantic thing to do. And from the hints Catherine had been dropping he was supposed to propose in a romantic setting. He suddenly realised all the hints Cath had been dropping about children born out of wedlock and married couples having different rights. Apparently when it came to relationships, he wasn't the quickest to catch on.
"Grissom you sure your okay?" asked Sara getting up as he realised he'd been stood in the same spot for nearly a minute.
"I'm fine come on you feel like breakfast." he asked taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen.
"Eggs?" smiled Grissom getting a frying pan out.
"Please." replied Sara sitting down unconsciously resting her hand on her abdomen.
Grissom meanwhile had drifted into a world of his own. The more he thought about proposing the more nervous he got. Catherine had once told him that proposing could ruin a whole relationship if you did it wrong. She wasn't of course talking about him doing it. In fact when Grissom asked her how you could propose wrong she laughed saying the picture of him on one knee was wrong. Of course she'd said it in a friendly way a long time before he finally got the courage to even ask Sara out. But what if he did it wrong? What if he screwed the whole thing up? What if she said no? She was having his child. Would she say no?
"GIL!" screamed Sara snapping him back to reality to see smoke rising from the frying pan. In his panic he dropped it on the floor making a mess and leaving Sara staring at him.
"Grissom you okay?" she asked looking concerned.
"Fine." muttered Grissom trying to clean up.
"You sure? This isn't some delayed shock thing about becoming a dad is it?"
"I think I went into shock right away I don't believe there was a delay" remarked Grissom regaining his composure.
"How about I go out and get some more eggs and do you a omelette?" he asked taking her hand.
"I think I've gone off breakfast now." replied Sara making a face at the mashed up egg he had just cleaned of the floor.
"You need to eat." said Grissom
"You sound just like a dad." smiled Sara as Grissom went for the car keys.
"Can I come for a ride"? asked Sara. At this Grissom dropped the keys on the floor. That certainly threw his plan out the window. He was planning on stopping off and getting a ring, and then he'd make dinner and ask her. It seemed romantic. Maybe he'd seen it in a movie. He made a mental note to phone Catherine and ask her advice.
"Um...are you sure your up to it?" he asked trying to deter her, something that wasn't easy under normal circumstances.
"Yes." replied Sara, grabbing her jacket and following him to the door when the phone rang. Sara had just turned round to answer it when Grissom disappeared out
the door.
"I'll stay then." muttered Sara, as a confused Greg shouted down the phone "Where are you staying?"
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Grissom flipped his phone out and dialled.
"Catherine."
"What's wrong? Is Sara okay?" came Cath's slightly frantic reply.
"Nothing everything's fine."
"Oh. You sound worried."
"I am."
"Gil, if you want me to tell you your going to be a wonderful father then you are and I did. can we talk later I'm just about to take Lindsey out."
"Thanks Catherine, but I wanted to know if proposing to someone over a meal is acceptable."
"Yes…YOU'RE PROPSING?" shouted Catherine catching on.
"Thank you. That answered my question." replied Grissom hanging up before he got a lecture and became even more nervous.
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Now he was stood outside the jewellers it occurred to Grissom he had no idea what sort of ring Sara would like, neither did he know which ones were engagement rings. It took him a good two minutes to build up the courage to go inside. Once inside, the shop assistance's eyes followed him around the room. He managed to find the engagement rings; the large sign helped.
"Do you need any help sir?" asked a young woman coming up to him "Decided to pop the question?" she asked cheerily.
"Yes." Grissom looking slightly panicked by the sudden interest in him.
"Well what sort of ring are you looking for?"
Grissom resisted saying 'An engagement ring'.
"Um something simple, she wouldn't like something overly done." he replied.
The woman reached for a tray and pulled out a large selection of gold and white gold rings all with single diamonds set in them.
"Gold or white gold?" she asked smiling. Up-until now the only difference Grissom knew between them was there chemical compounds. Now he was stood deciding if Sara would like white gold or gold.
"White." he decided remembering one ring she had was the same colour.
"Not used to buying jewellery?" she asked smiling
"I've never had any reason to buy it." replied Grissom eyeing up two rings.
"That one's lovely." she smiled pulling out one he was looking at and handing it to him.
"I bet you don't know her ring size." she said as Grissom fumbled with the ring unsure of what he was supposed to be doing with it.
"No."
"Well it's best to go bigger, its easier to make them smaller. Pick what size you think when you've decided." she said, handing him as set of loops
Grissom choose a plain ring he though Sara would like. It had a single square diamond set in the middle of two white gold bands.
"I think this size." he said ,holding up a loop after fumbling with them for almost five minutes.
"Well you're very lucky. We have that one in stock." she said smiling and disappearing before returning with a box.
Just as he was paying for it his phone rang with a slightly confused Sara on the other end.
"Gil, you left." she stated as he fumbled with the small bag getting back into the car.
"I thought I'd get breakfast and bring it back. You're supposed to be resting". he added suddenly realising he hadn't brought any food.
"I can rest and come out with you."
"Who was it who called?" added Grissom trying to change the subject.
"Greg, wanting to know when we we're going to be back. Apparently Catherine's taken his blue Hawaiian away." laughed Sara. "Oh, and I don't want eggs now. I found some ice cream hidden in the back of your freezer."
"This isn't some sort of weird craving is it?" asked Grissom
"No, you left me with no breakfast and I couldn't be bothered to cook. And the smell of that meat in the fridge makes me want to throw up. You're going to have to throw it away."
"Anything for you." replied Grissom "You ate my ice cream?" he asked, suddenly realising. Giggling came form the other end of the phone before he hung up.
TBC…