13?
10th August, 1993
I think you'll be able to
Make all my dreams come
true
And you ease me
You thrill me, you delight me
You
please me, you excite me
You're something I'd been pleading for
I love you, I adore you
I lay my life before you
I'll
have you want me more and more
And finally it seems my lonely
days are through
I've been waiting for you
"This is NOT supposed to happen!"
"What do you mean, Cath?" Gil asked, looking up from where he sat on a plastic chair in her hospital room.
"I was hanging out for the 17th!" Catherine folded her arms.
Gil peered at her over her glasses. "You wanted me to spend my birthday in a hospital with you screaming in my ear?"
She glared at him. "No, you smartass. I wanted my child to be born on your birthday."
"Well, it seems Catherine Jr has a mind of her own and is impatient." He got a twinkle in his eye. "Now where would she get that from?"
"You shouldn't be mean to a woman in labour."
"Currently, nothing is happening."
"Depends where you're sitting. Because where I'm sitting, it's non-stop action."
"I'm happy to sit right here," Gil replied.
"So you're fine with dead bodies, it's just women in labour you have a problem with?"
Gil lifted an eyebrow. "I don't have a problem with women in labour. Particularly since I've never attended a labour."
Catherine leaned forward and groaned as a contraction pulsed through her. Gil was at her side in an instant, taking her hand.
"Just breathe through it, honey. Deep breathes."
"I." Catherine took a deep breath. "Want. Drugs."
--
Gil sat behind Catherine on the bed, his arms supporting her body. Her doctor had informed them that she was in the final stages of labour, and the baby would soon be here.
"Last bets, Cath," Gil murmured, rubbing her back. "I still say the baby is going to be a girl."
"Only a boy could cause this much pain," she growled.
"Almost there, Catherine," Gil assured her. "And I'm right here with you."
--
An hour later, Gil Grissom sat in his plastic chair again. Only this time, he held a tiny pink blanket in his hands that was covering the sleeping body of Lindsey Anne Willows.
She looked like her mother. Gil knew it already because of the cute nose, beautiful mouth and the little bit of red fuzz that adorned her tiny head.She had ten tiny fingers and toes, and he couldn't have been more proud.
Except if she had been his daughter.
Catherine was fast asleep in the hospital bed, being both physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted.
He'd watched the first real bonding moment between mother and daughter. The first look between them, when blue eyes had met blue eyes. He'd even (against his better judgment, and he'd never tell Catherine) peeked when she had breastfed Lindsey for the first time.
Not just to see Catherine's breasts - and that had been a bonus – but to see the pure love between mother and daughter.
"You still here?"
Gil looked up and smiled at Catherine. "Hi, beautiful. Of course I'm still here. You're going to have to surgically remove me from this angel."
"Bring her here."
Gil smiled and carried the baby girl over. He tenderly handed Lindsey to her mother, and he sat on the side of the bed.
"She's beautiful, Catherine."
Catherine grinned. "She is, isn't she?"
"Perfect in every way."
Catherine pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead.
"You did good, Catherine."
"Thank you. For being here," she murmured.
Gil put his hand on her shoulder. "Where else would I be?"
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Song used - "I've Been Waiting For You" - ABBA
