A Few Days with GF Chapter 5
They returned home the next day, exhausted yet rested, welcomed by a lonesome Hank who had remained with the women at the neighboring farm. Eli lined seashells along a window, Sara trimmed Bizzy's hair to hide the missing curls lost to gum, and Ava and Annie followed Grissom as he unloaded the van. They giggled when he poured sand into their hands from a shoe and when he found a wilted and tattered wreath of flowers, both looked puzzled by its appearance.
Sara found them later, sitting in grass as he tied and twisted flowers together for a new wreath to wear in their hair. She smiled at his sheepish look—he had stopped unloading to make two circlets of flowers. The girls danced and twirled around them falling down from dizziness.
Annie reached for a flower in her dad's hand. "Purple," she said as she held it out to her mother. Sara smiled—her little girl had not only remembered the word, but said it. Grissom grinned; he knew Sara worried about their smallest daughter.
A week later, Sara handed him a slim pencil shaped object. "I can't look," she said.
Grissom put down the paper he was reading, waving a hand for her to come to him. He took her hand. "Sit with me, Sara." From the sofa, he could see Eli playing with small trucks and cars using books and magazines for imagined streets. The three girls were across the room chattering as they played with a ménage of toys dumped from a basket. He took the white stick and tossed it to his desk.
"You won't look at it?" She frowned.
He wrapped his arm around her. "No."
"I may be."
Grissom kissed her mouth. "Your daughter gives me that same look."
She laughed knowing he was right.
"Call your doctor. Get lab work done. Don't wait," he said as Sara relaxed against his chest. "Honey, don't obsess over this. Look at these four—could life get any better?" One of the curly blonde heads turned in their direction. When she saw both parents together, she ran to them. Within minutes all four children were on the sofa, giggling, crawling over each other in tumbling play…
…Sara's hand searched the bed for a warm body. She knew the reading light was on without opening her eyes because of the low hum she heard.
"Where are you?" She opened one eye.
"Here," her husband said as he closed the book and removed his glasses.
She slept all the time—going to bed when her children did, sleeping late every morning. She was pregnant.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"Only ten." He chuckled. "You've had a two hour nap."
"I'm hungry."
He grinned. Not only did she sleep with pregnancy, she ate. The thinness was gone and graceful curves developed. He loved her curves. "I'll get you something—yogurt?"
By now she was fully awake and scooted across the middle of the bed. "Let's do something else." She tugged him down to meet her.
This was another part of her he loved. Sleepy, hungry, and—he thought of a slang word—"Pregnancy makes you sleep, eat, and want me." He slipped beside her burying his head against her long neck, smelling her fragrance. "I love this."
Sara giggled. "It's the hormones." She laughed—a deep delightful sound of genuine glee. "That's a lie. I've wanted you from the first moment my eyes saw you. I knew then you were the one man I would love the rest of my life."
"Are you certain?" His hands roamed underneath the short shirt she wore.
"Mmmm—positive. One look at you and I knew." Her fingertips traced his jaw, moved lightly across his lips.
Grissom laugh, the sound low and husky, warmed by happiness. He rolled to his back and brought her to his chest. She framed his face with her hands and kissed him, deeply, bringing a groan from his lungs. His hands moved along her back, tracing along her hip to her thighs.
She kissed his chin, the depression at his throat, tasting him as she moved to his chest. She sought pleasure from him, knowing what he needed, what he wanted. She felt his fingers clench her hair as another groan mumbled from his chest.
"Enough," he whispered, pulling her upward. He caressed her in those intimate areas only a lover knows, watching her face.
When she thought she was diving into an explosion of desire, he clamped hands around her, rolled and was inside her. She heard her own sound as waves of pleasure cascaded through her body. Long moments passed before either could summon up a coherent thought.
She used her lips and teeth to tease him from a drowsy contented state. "Yogurt, please. Maybe some nuts and those crackers you brought home."
