A Fairytale Romance...sort of
Chapter Four:
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Summary: Sara's been extremely moody lately, and she finally snaps, pushing Grissom away. Will she be able to get him back or not? GSR
A/N: This isn't beta-ed, blah, blah, blah. Oh, and this was a personal challenge from StokesSidle.
The next few months flew by. Grissom and Sara were counting down the days until their baby was due to make an entrance into the world. The two parents-to-be were ecstatic about the baby, and had everything all ready for it. The nursery was set up, they had plenty of clothing, plenty of toys, and plenty of other supplies they would need. All they needed now was the little bundle of joy that used all of these items. They already knew the gender of the baby – a little girl – and they already had a name picked out, Savannah Kristen Sidle-Grissom. She was due in the next couple of days, but now the couple was starting to get extremely nervous.
"What if I hurt her?" asked Sara one day. "What if I become like my parents? I don't think anyone deserves that kind of treatment, especially from their parents."
"Sara, you're going to be a great mother, I know it," Grissom soothed his wife. In that time frame, the couple had gotten married. "You are perfect with Lindsay, and with all of the kids we meet on our job...you'll be fine."
His comments seemed to make sense to her, because she calmed down. For awhile, his words convinced her, but soon those words would not be enough.
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Sara's due date passed, and she was starting to convince herself that her baby didn't like her. No matter how hard he tried, Grissom could not get her to believe otherwise. One day, the couple had an argument, almost as big as their prior one. Sara was in tears, screaming that the baby did not want to be born because it knew she would be a bad parent.
She kept on ranting and raving about how Savannah knew she would not be a good mother, that's why she didn't want to be born. Grissom, who had been patient the past few days, was running thin on patience. When she just would not stop telling herself she was going to be a horrible mother, he snapped.
"Sara, for God's sake, how could you be a horrible mother?" he exclaimed, exasperated. "If you keep telling yourself that, it's gonna happen. Just stop it...why won't you believe me?"
"Because my parents –"
"Sara, you and your parents are totally different people!" he shouted. "What they did was wrong; you and I both know that. If you're so scared that you'll be like your mother, take the steps to stop your from becoming her! Jesus Sara, you are so stubborn!"
"I just don't want to hurt our baby!" she cried.
"I know you don't, if you ever did, I would take Savannah and leave!" he yelled. "No matter how much I love you, the safety or our child is paramount!"
Sara stood there, big as a house, dumbstruck. Tears filled her eyes as she said, "That's what my mother promised me! She promised me that she'd take me away from the hellhole I was supposed to call home. But she loved her husband too much, so she stayed. She heard me cry myself to sleep every night, she watched him use me as a punching bag, she watched him throw me across the room...she fuckin' stood by him while he raped me! He was a loving, caring father until alcohol came into the picture...I'm scared that that's what's gonna happen now! I'm scared that I won't be able to leave!"
"Then I'll leave!" he screamed. "You know I would NEVER do anything like that to a child...let alone MY child! How could you even THINK that I would punch someone so innocent? I can't even punch a freakin' wall, let alone a human being! Jeez, if you think I could ever do that, we're going to have a problem!"
He stormed to the bedroom, and pulled out a duffel bag. It was déjà vu, only the tables had turned. He carelessly shoved articles of clothing into the bag and stomped to their car, their only car. Sara's car had broken down yesterday and would be in the shop for the next few days. He threw his bag into the backseat, and turned to look back at the house. He saw his wife standing there in tears, pleading with him to come back.
"Please, don't leave!" she cried. "I never said that you would hurt our kid...I didn't mean any of it! Just don't leave me...I can't be alone right now!
"Maybe it's good if we spend a few days apart, Sara," he said coldly. "I'll be at the Bellagio."
He opened his car door, and her hands suddenly went to the underside of her stomach, but Grissom was already in his car. She screamed at him to stop, but he couldn't hear her. He drove out of her sight, and she was left there crying, in pain, and without a car. She swore multiple times as she made her way into their house. She got the phone as a trickle of water ran down her legs. She swore again and punched in her husband's cell phone number. It rang and rang, until his voicemail popped up. With tears streaming down her face, she begged him to come home. However, she had a feeling that he was ignoring his cell phone.
'Shit, the ONE day he decides to take a break from me, our kid finally wants to come into this world!' she thought as a contraction ripped through her.
She knew from her reading that it would take hours for the contractions to get close enough for her to go to the hospital. She sat down on their couch and kept on trying to get a hold of her husband. Each attempt was useless; she got his voicemail instead. Each time, she left a message saying, "Gil, please come home. I really need you here with me. I didn't mean anything I said, and you need to get here because our daughter is on her way."
She left over twenty voicemails within forty minutes. She prayed that if she left enough messages, he would come home.
A/N 2: Okay, semi-big cliffhanger. So, will Gil go home or will he ignore her and she'll hate him for the rest of his life? Stay tuned to see (wow, that sounded like a TV commercial!) Review to let me know what you thought.