The next two weeks went by in a whirl of activity. On any given day it was guaranteed one of the crew was going to be at the Grissom household doorstep. They brought food and did the laundry. They cleaned the house and watched the babies so Sara could sleep.
The support and love presented to them on a daily basis was heartwarming. Their house was never dirty and their stomachs were never empty. Sara began to worry if they ever slept but Gil reassured her they did.
Though the twins were identical Sara could tell them apart. Elizabeth was the quiet one and had an even temper. She only seemed to fuss when she needed something. Emily on the other hand was a bit fussy.
They both had dark brown, curly hair. They both seemed to sport a generous smile at times and after a week their eyes turned from almost black to the same enchanting blue of their fathers.
To keep the rest of them strait on who was who Sara placed different colored anklets on each of them, pink for Elizabeth and yellow for Emily. This way there was never any confusion over who was just fed, diapered, bathed, dressed, or anything else.
Elizabeth's bed was done all in pinks along with her trashcan, drawers and pacifier and the same was done in yellows for Emily. When it came to their clothes, Sara had little dots of color on all the tags and toes of the socks.
The whole thing was quite organized, not too surprising to the crew. This was Sara and Grissom after all. Once night Grissom sat across from Sara and watched as she nursed Liza, as he liked to call her.
She had such a look of contentment on her face as she watched the baby suckle at her breast.
"I was thinking…" Grissom said.
"Uh oh" she said in response and smiled up at him. He lifted a brow at her and went on " I was thinking we could have all the guys over one day for a barbecue to thank them for all the help" he finished.
Sara nodded in agreement "why don't we set the barbecue for the same day as the baptism" she said looking to see what his response was going to be. He looked up at her, surprise etched on his face.
"I didn't think…" he started and she held up a hand to stop him.
"I know how important it is to you. I think it would be great to get them baptized, to include them in a belief system you once held dear." She finished. "I know your not devout and that you still question your faith a little but it would still mean something"
He nodded his head "who do you want to ask to be the godparents?" he asked. She had to admit she really hadn't given it much thought. The two of them thought it over for the next couple of days, going over their options.
Catherine seemed an obvious choice, she was the only woman with experience either of them knew. Choosing the male version was the hard part. They finally narrowed it down between Nick and Brass.
Nick grew up with a large family and was a natural with children and Brass had been a parent himself. They finally decided to go with Nick, deciding he would be young enough to deal with two children.
They invited both Catherine and Nick over the next week for dinner.
The two of them seemed surprise about getting the girls baptized but were thrilled to be chosen.
"I thought you weren't a practicing catholic anymore?" Catherine asked Grissom.
"I'm not really, but the two of us thought it would be good for them to have this" he told them. Catherine and Nick heartily agreed.
The ceremony was beautiful. It was performed in the same church that they had gotten married in and by the same Father. Both Catherine and Sara were teary eyed through the whole thing as the team looked on with love.
The barbecue that afternoon was filled with laughter and stories of the times they all shared. They laughed over the antics that once took place in the lab. Crying in laughter over how Catherine looked when she found out about the two of them.
Brass held baby Liza as Sara sat nursing, yet again, little Emily.
"Proud grandpa?" Nick teased Brass while grabbing another soda. Brass just looked up at him and smiled.
"You know it."
I know this was a bit short but I really wanted the proud grandpa Brass to have the last word. I really hope you liked the story and I am currently working on another that has yet to be published, so keep your eyes open for it. Push that little button and make my life happy.
Connie