I Do Not Own CSI
"Merry Christmas, Sara," Gil said as he set the breakfast tray on the dresser and kissed his wife awake.
"Mmm, Merry Christmas, Gilbert," Sara said with her eyes fluttering open. "What smells so good?"
"French toast," Gil replied with a smile as brought over the tray and Sara sat up as far as she could.
"I don't think the tray will sit properly on my lap, babe."
"Then we'll just eat it off mine," Gil replied a little huskily as he sat down with the tray over his lap.
"Mmph, don't talk to me in that tone when we can do nothing about it," Sara said through a mouth full if French toast.
"How did you sleep last night?"
"Poorly, when you have to lie on your side constantly it sucks. And two moving babies, who seemed to sense Santa Claus was coming last night, didn't help. I think they know its Christmas, honey. They're excited."
"What kid isn't excited on Christmas," Gil said, rubbing her belly and getting a swift kick in response.
"They know their daddy."
"I can't wait to meet them."
"That makes two of us. Gil, are you as nervous about this as I am?"
"Probably more, but it's a good nervous. I think every expectant parent feels that way."
"I'm scared about the birth."
"You'll be fine. I'll be there the whole time, letting you break my hand."
"Promise?"
"With all my heart. Now, eat before it get's cold."
DING DONG DING DONG
"I bet that's Mom," Gil mumbled into the back of Sara's neck. After breakfast, they both decided that some more rest was required and curled back under the covers, with Gil spooning Sara from behind.
"Most likely to start putting the turkey in the oven," Sara mumbled back as the doorbell sounded again.
"You better go get that. I'll hop in the shower."
"Why don't you get another hour of sleep and then we can shower together."
"But your mom…"
"Will be busy in the kitchen for half the day, don't worry," Gil said as he kissed Sara's cheek, grabbed his robe and headed downstairs to answer the front door.
"It's about time," Marie said with a smile.
"And a Merry Christmas to you too, Mom."
"Merry Christmas, Son," Marie said, wrapping him in a tight hug.
"Now, come on and help me bring gifts in from the car."
"Mom, what did you do, buy the whole mall," Gil asked, looking into the backseat of her car.
"No, only half. Oh, stop giving me that look. They're not all for you and Sara, some are for James, Jeremy, Nick, Warrick, Greg, Jim, Catherine even Lindsay, oh and the babies, too."
"The babies aren't even born yet," Gil said, huffing as he lifted the big basket of presents out of the car.
"But they will be soon," Marie said excitedly.
"How's Sara today?"
"Tired, she's going to sleep for another hour while you start cooking. After she has her shower we can open some gifts and then wait until the rest of our guests are here to open the rest."
"Sleep is good. Lord knows you two won't have any once those babies are here."
"So we've been told."
"Sara, it's time to get up," Gil said, rubbing her stomach.
"I don't want to."
"You don't want to open presents?"
"Oh I want to do that but I don't want to move from under these covers. I'm nice and warm."
"Well how about I start a nice hot shower and we can both stay warm that way."
"Well, if you put it that way…."
"Merry Christmas, Sara," Marie said, while peeling potatoes. Sara sat at the kitchen counter while Gil poured a glass of orange juice for her.
"Merry Christmas, Mom. It looks like you're having fun down here."
"One more potato and I'm finished, then we can open gifts."
"I saw the load of gifts that was put under our tree. Marie, you didn't have to bring so much. You're making Christmas dinner for everyone, again."
"Nonsense, I haven't had many people to buy for other than Gil in a long time. It's nice to get gifts for you, those babies and new friends," Marie said as she wiped her hands clean.
"Ok, present time."
"To Gil. Love, Sara," Gil read aloud as Sara handed him the small box to which he shook lightly before he tore into the paper. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful new watch.
"Sara"
"You like?"
"I love it, I needed a new watch."
"I know," she said as Gil slid it onto his wrist then handed Sara a small box of her own to which she lifted an eyebrow.
"Go on, open it," Gil said anxiously, with a smile plastered to his face.
"Oh wow," Sara said, holding up the gold necklace. The butterfly attached to it was sparkling in the light.
"It's gorgeous! Can you," Sara asked, holding the necklace out to Gil so he could do it up around her neck.
"Beautiful, just like you."
"OK, enough with the mushy stuff. You're going to make me cry," Marie cut in.
"Sorry, Mom, and don't think we have forgot about you," Gil said as he handed her a slightly larger box.
"Gil and I picked that out together," Sara said as Marie pulled out a small mirror that had a rose placed in the corner and a saying written down it.
"What is a grandma," Marie said aloud.
"A grandma is someone who's thoughtful and dear,
She's kindness, sweetness and love,
She's someone the family needs very much.
Someone they think the world of.
A grandma cares if you're happy or blue,
She's quick with a word of good cheer-
And all the nice things that a grandma does,
Mean more every year," Marie finished with tears in her eyes.
"Thank you," she chocked out as she pulled Sara and Gil into a tight hug.
"Hey, don't cry. I'm the pregnant one who cries at the drop of a dime, not you."
"I can't help it," Marie replied, grabbing another box and placing it into the laps of Sara and Gil.
"This one is for the babies."
Opening it up they found two pairs of the smallest booties that they had ever seen.
TBC
Merry Christmas everyone, lol
I actually gave a present like that to my grandmother with that exact saying on it and made her cry, and i thought it would be fitting for marie!
Thank you for all the reviews, i well past the 500 review mark, so thank you!
Katie