Disclaimer: See first chapter.
A/N: So here's the idea I settled on for this song. I'm not too sure about how this one will go over, but I could always write one of the other scenarios I thought of and make a second chapter for Mean. I didn't really spell out why I think these lyrics fit this scene but I think you'll figure it out easy enough.
Enjoy!
GSRGSRGSR
Mean
I bet you got pushed around
Somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now
You can't lead me down that road
GSRGSRGSR
Grissom propped his head up on his hand, watching her sleep. She rarely slept peacefully through the nights now, the baby causing her discomfort. Not wanting to disturb Sara but still in awe of the little person growing inside of her, he gingerly placed his hand flat against her six month pregnant stomach. He felt a soft flutter and smiled at the baby's movement against his hand. In just three short months they would have a baby girl, and that idea left him grinning. His phone started to buzz on the nightstand and he quickly snatched it, answering the call in the hallway to keep from waking his wife.
Sara bolted up in bed, eyes frantically taking in her surroundings. Relieved to find herself in their bedroom, she sighed in relief as she dropped back onto her pillows. She felt the trickle of a tear as it made a path down her cheek. She wiped it away only to encounter more moisture. She had not even realized that she was crying. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes, trying to impede the flow of more tears.
The details of the dream began to come back to her. It had been a reoccurring dream about her father's murder since she'd been put in foster care, only now it seemed to take on a new meaning. Fear twisted in her gut and she hugged her belly. How come this wasn't obvious to her before? The nagging thought in the back of her mind was now crystal clear: she was going to be just like her mother, exactly what her father had warned her of.
She lifted her head from her hands when she felt his arm snake around her shoulders.
"Honey…" Grissom cooed. He pulled her against his chest and onto his lap. Sara molded her body to his, clutching fistfuls of his shirt.
"I'm going to be just like my mother," she sniffled, her voice muffled by his shoulder.
"No, Sara. No, you'll never be like her, or your father," Grissom insisted, hugging her closer, but Sara still doubted him.
"We can't have this baby…" Her sobs slowed to hiccups and Grissom ran his hands up and down her back.
"Honey, your nightmare meant nothing, okay? It's just pregnancy jitters, and hormones," Grissom assured.
"No, it's not-"
"Yes, it is. We'll have this baby in three months. And a lot of things are going to change, but you're always going to be the same loving, caring person that I fell in love with," Grissom said, kissing the top of her head. "Do you trust me on this?" She nodded her head against his chest. "Okay." He wiped away her tears and with a hand over where their baby rested, he kissed her softly.
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A/N: Please Review! Did this satisfy the song or should I write another Mean ficlet?