I Do Not Own CSI
"Hey guys," Sara said, answering the front door to Jim, Nick, Warrick and Greg.
"Hey!"
"I could smell that turkey from the end of the driveway, Sara," Nick said.
"Try having to spend the last four hours in here, my stomach has been grumbling all that time," she said as the men all walked in.
"Hey guys," Gil said, coming out of the kitchen with his apron that read 'I'd tell you the recipe but then I'd have to kill you'.
"Nice apron, Griss," Warrick commented.
"I thought so. Come on in guys, the game is on in the other room," Gil said, leading the men into the living room.
"Uncle Gil, it's time for the parade on TV can we watch it," Lindsay asked.
"The game was just about to start," Nick muttered.
"Sure Lindsay, but we're going to have to watch it with the small screen in the TV," Gil said, turning on picture in picture on his big screen.
"See compromise, but as soon as it's over Lindsay the guys get to watch the game, ok," Gil said as Lindsay happily nodded.
"Drinks guys?"
"Sounds good."
"I've got beer."
"Sounds even better," Jim said with a smile as the doorbell went off again
"I got it," called Sara
"James, Jeremy"
"Happy Thanksgiving baby sister"
"You too, come on in, the guys are watching the game in the other room, you want a beer,"
"Sounds good, but I can get it Sara," James said as Jeremy went into the living room
"Nonsense, go sit"
"Ok boys and Lindsay, dinner's on the table," Sara said, coming into the room just as the parade was ending.
"We can finally eat now," Lindsay asked.
"Yes, we can finally eat now."
"Good because I'm starving," Greg finished as they all walked into the dining room. Gil stood carving the turkey at the table.
"Holy cow is that one big bird," Nick commented.
"As long as it tastes as good as it looks that's all that matters," Warrick chimed in.
"I can guarantee you will love this turkey; mom's secret recipe."
"Speaking of Marie where is she?" Greg asked.
"She won't come in until the final thing is on the table. She's making sure everything is perfect," Gil replied as Marie came out with dinner rolls that looked hand made.
"Anything we can do to help?" Asked Jeremy
"Nope" Marie answered reading his lips
"Now, let's eat," Greg said.
"Not so fast, we pray first," Marie said as they all sat down, joining hands.
"Heavenly Father, bless this meal and the people at this table."
"And Mommy, too," Lindsay butted in.
"And Catherine, too."
"Bless the lives that are to be born," Marie said as Gil squeezed Sara's hand a little tighter and getting a smile out of Sara.
"And bless this day of coming together, amen. Now let's eat," Marie said, ending the prayer.
As soon as hands separated they were pulling at dishes, scooping large amounts of stuffing, turkey and mashed potatoes on their plates.
"What would you like, Lindsay," Gil asked.
"A little bit of everything, please."
"Gravy, too?"
"Gravy is the best part, Uncle Gil," Lindsay said as a matter of fact.
"Oh God," Sara said, taking her first bite and making all the men's heads snap up to her moaning.
"This is soo good!"
"Hungry much, Sara," Jim joked.
"Hey, feeding two extra people here! And I wouldn't say too much, Jim. Your plate is as big as mine and you're only feeding yourself over there."
"Touché," he said, looking at his own plate.
"Jim, I figure you would know not to come between a pregnant woman and her food," Marie joked as she watched the interaction.
"Yea, you think I would," he said, causing chuckles from the table.
"This is really good, Marie," Greg signed.
"Thank you, Greg."
"Who has room for dessert," Marie asked, bringing out a pumpkin pie and an apple pie before she went to grab a cherry cheesecake.
"Did they spend all of yesterday cooking," Warrick asked.
"Baking Warrick, and yes we did. My feet were killing me by the end of the day."
"We even made cookies," Lindsay said.
"Do we get to have some of those, too," Nick asked.
"Nope, we ate 'em all yesterday," Lindsay replied proudly.
"What is everyone having," Marie asked.
"Oh God, I don't know if I can eat anymore," Jim said, patting his belly.
"Well, I'll have apple, please," Gil said as Marie cut him a slice.
"Me too, no wait, pumpkin," Sara said, holding out her plate.
"No, make that apple"
"How about a slice of each," Marie suggested.
"Sounds even better," Sara said, taking her plate back and salivating over her pie.
"Lindsay?"
"Cheesecake, please."
"Boys?"
"Apple," Nick asked.
"Cheesecake," Warrick asked.
"Pumpkin," Greg stated
"Cheesecake," replied James and Jeremy in unison
"I'm going to follow in Sara's steps and take a slice of each," Jim said with a smile.
"I thought you were full, Jim," Gil said with a raised eyebrow.
"There's always room for pie!"
TBC
As every man in my family says "There is always room for pie!" lol, my dad told me he actually thinks it's a sin for a pie to go to waste, and he'll try his best to prevent it, even if that means he gets to eat most of it!
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews, i'm getting closer and closer to that 500 review mark, that's amazing!
Katie