A Fairytale Romance...sort of
Chapter Five:
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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.
Sara winced as another contraction hit her body. Her contractions were about twenty minutes apart now, and she knew that she needed to reach her husband quickly or she'd have to call a friend or an ambulance. She dialed the phone number of the Bellagio Hotel – courtesy of the phonebook – and got a hold of the front desk. She took a deep breath and said, "Hello, this is Sara Grissom – I think my husband checked into this hotel. Could you please get him on the phone line? Oh, and please don't tell him it's me because he'll probably just hang up."
"Oh, argument, huh?" asked the woman at the front desk.
"Sort of...could you please just get him on the line?" Sara asked, her patience wearing thin.
"Sure, hon, hold on," she said.
Sara waited for a few minutes, before hearing her husband's voice on the phone. Sara, who was very relieved, said, "Gil, you need to come home NOW!"
A contraction had ripped through her body. It had come early, and she knew time was running out. She heard her husband's panicked voice say, "Honey, are you okay? Is the baby okay?"
"Of you checked your phone, you would know!" she snapped angrily. "I left you a million voice messages...I'm in labor and you're not here! Get your ass back home NOW unless you want to miss the birth of our kid!"
"Shit," he muttered, and she heard him rustling around. "I'll be home in a few minutes, just hang on and I'll be home soon."
"You'd better!" she snapped, biting her lip as yet another contraction ripped through her.
"I'm going to hang up and I'll call you back on my cell so I can get moving!" he told her. "Just stay calm, I'm on my way!"
"Please hurry," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She hung up, only to have the phone ring a moment later. She picked up and heard her husband breathing heavily. She assumed he was running and said, "How long do you think you'll be?"
"Ten minutes tops," he panted, slamming his car door shut.
He sped towards his house and kept talking to Sara, attempting to keep her calm. Her contractions were becoming closer with each passing minute, scaring the hell out of Grissom. He arrived at his house several minutes later and sprinted inside. Sara was lying on the couch in agonizing pain. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and her lip was bloody from her biting it so often. He rushed up to her and said, "Sara, I'm so sorry, I just lost my temper for a moment...I was stupid to leave you on your own when you're over due."
"Can we just get to the fucking hospital?" she spit out. This hurts like hell and it's all your fault!"
He nodded, and helped her stand. He picked up her bag, and wrapped his arm around the top of her torso. Together, they walked outside and into Grissom's car, which he hadn't bothered to ever turn off. After helping her into the passenger's seat, he ran around and slid into the front seat. He backed out into the street and they were off to the hospital.
Sara moaned in the front seat, and Grissom's heart broke in two. His heart felt like it was going to shatter when he risked a glance at her and saw the fresh tears and pain in her eyes. He reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She squeezed back when a contraction came, but then let go when she realized it probably hurt him.
"Sara, squeeze as hard as you want," he told her gently, gripping her hand in his again. "I don't care...you're in far worse pain."
"Gil, it hurts," she whispered, her voice wavering. "I don't think I can do this."
"Yes you can, sweetheart," he said, wishing he could comfort her. "Just think of our baby girl and how much you can't wait to meet her...you want so bad to be a family, don't you?"
She nodded and he said, "Well, you just need to get over this obstacle before we can. I sincerely wish I could take away your pain...it hurts to see you crying and in pain. We're almost there, hon, just hang on. Can you let go of my hand for a minute so I can call the hospital and tell them to expect us?"
She nodded and let go, only to double-over in pain. She hugged her swollen belly and willed the pain to stop. She uttered a string of profanity and dug her fingernails into her palm, not caring that she was breaking skin. She cried out and the tears fell. Grissom tried to get off the phone quickly to comfort her, but he needed to call the hospital. They asked her how far apart the contractions were, and he asked her.
She held up four fingers and panted. He relayed the information to the woman and she said, "You need to get here as quick as possible...her labor is progressing very quickly."
"I know," he said irritably. "We're about ten minutes away."
Sara groaned at hearing this, and Grissom hung up. She gripped his arm and said, "You need to get me there quicker than that!"
"Sara, I'm trying, sweetie," he said as he caressed her hand. "Your labor is progressing quicker then normal...we'll be there soon."
Sara nodded and slammed her eyes shut against the pain. She gripped his hand, and Grissom didn't care that she broke his skin, making him start bleeding. She started to apologize, but he told her off. Sara breathed heavily, trying to slow down her racing heart. There was no way she could be a mother...she had no idea of what to do with kids. Hell, she didn't even know if she could change a diaper of and infant who was wriggling around. Sara inhaled quickly and bent forward, trying to alleviate the pain. Grissom rubbed her back gently and put his foot down on the gas pedal a little harder.
They got to the hospital moments later, and some staff members were waiting for her with a wheelchair. Grissom helped her walk over, and she sat down. They wheeled her into a room and her doctor – Doctor Olivia Bennett – was waiting for her. Sara changed into a gown, and they hooked her up to several monitors before Dr. Bennett checked to see how far along she was.
"Holy shit Sar...you're progressing quickly for this being your first child!" said the doctor as she looked up at Sara.
"You think!" Sara snapped as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"It's too late for an epidural I'm afraid," Doctor Bennett told her sympathetically.
"I didn't want one anyway...I wanna know what's happening," Sara told her. "Ugh, I'm I ten centimeters yet?"
"Very close," said Olivia, "you're at nine. Give in a few minutes and you'll be ready to push. I'll come back in five minutes and prep you and your husband for delivery, okay?"
Sara nodded and squeezed the bed as yet another contraction overwhelmed her. Grissom took her hand in his and said, "We're gonna be parents soon, sweetie...you'll finally be able to hold baby Savannah, okay?"
She nodded and closed her eyes against both the pain and the tears. A tear slipped down her cheek and Grissom was quick to wipe it away. His hand lingered on her face as he asked, "Sara honey, what's wrong?"
"I'm happy...I can't believe she's finally coming!" she whispered with a smile, but then she grimaced in pain. "But, I don't really like the pain."
He gave her a hug and planted a kiss on her lips. She sighed and lay back against the pillows, waiting for the doctor to return. She placed her hand on her stomach, and Grissom covered it with his. She squeezed and said, "How's your hand?"
"What...oh, that, it's fine," he said, looking down at his hand which had dried blood on it. "I didn't even remember it."
She inhaled sharply and squeezed again. "God, Gil, I can't wait...I need to push! I can't stop, Gil!" she screamed frantically.
Grissom hit the call button, fear ripping through his racing heart. He cupped her cheek and said, "Just hold on for a few minutes."
She panted and tried not to push, but the urge was overwhelming. She grunted a little bit as she gave the tiniest push, and Grissom knew the baby was coming soon. He hit the call button again, and grasped his wife's hand. She squeezed it and groaned.
"Gil, I can't stop!" she cried helplessly. "Please, help me!"
"Shh, honey they're coming," he said softly, trying to calm her down. "Sweetheart, you have to calm down...please, for the baby's sake, just calm down."
She continued to pant and the doctor quickly rushed in. They wheeled her into the delivery room, and Grissom cleaned up and got into scrubs. He ran up to her and settled down beside her. Sweat was pouring down Sara's pale face as she tried not to push. He gripped her hand and the doctor said, "Okay, your baby wants to meet you now...on your next contraction, push."
"Oh, thank God," she breathed, pushing with all her might as pain ripped through her.
Sara whimpered and bit her lip to stop the scream. Grissom saw this and said, "You can scream Sara...childbirth pushes a woman to the limit both physically and emotionally. Let it out, hon...squeeze my hand, scream, cuss me out, curse me to the grave, anything!"
Sara cried out as she continued to push. Grissom held up her leg, and supported her back as he watched his wife go through the most agonizing pain she's ever been in. He rubbed her back with his thumb and whispered encouragements into her ear. Grissom looked down and saw the top of their baby's head, which was covered in dark hair. He looked up at Sara and said, "You're almost there hon...I can see her head. She's got a head full of dark hair, come on, you can do this."
She pushed again, and Savannah's head emerged. Fear ripped through him as he saw that his daughter's face was tinted blue. The doctors told her she needed to push strongly again, and Sara did. Their baby popped out and into the doctor's hands. The only problem was that the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck several times. Savannah was limp and was not crying. The doctors cleaned her off and whisked her over to a table and tried to get her breathing. Grissom felt Sara tense and he moved up to her, and worry was in her eyes.
"Gil, where is Savannah?" Sara asked, concern etched in her voice. "Where is my baby? I want to see her! Why isn't she moving...why didn't she cry? Gil...what's wrong?!"
"Sara, I need you to calm down!" he said, gripping her hand. "Our daughter had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck...she's not breathing."
"No!" Sara screamed, looking around Grissom to see doctor's surrounding her baby's limp body.
A/N 2: Ooh, how mean am I? This was a mean cliffhanger...I know. Tell me what you thought about this chapter...will their baby live?? I love reviews...they make me happy!