Chapter 5

Gil shook his head, the two people who meant the most to him and they just couldn't get along. He was bond and determined to find out why. He was fairly sure it wasn't Sara, she had avoided his mother ever since the first day they meant. He was also just as sure it wasn't his mother.

Then he laughed, "Maybe some people just can't get along."

"Excuse me?" Sara asked.

"Was just wondering why you and Mom don't get along," Gil said.

"Maybe because I'm stealing her baby boy," Sara said.

"Not that. She has been bugging me for the last - oh at least ten years to get married and give her a grandchild," Gil said.

"A baby?" Sara said, "Now that would be interesting."

Gil glanced over at her, "You would want one?"

"I think that is something we would have to talk about - AFTER we are married," Sara said, smiling.

Then Sara got serious, "Maybe it is because I can hear?"

"I don't think so. Dad could hear," Gil said.

"Maybe she thinks I'm not good enough for you. I mean Julia is a collage professor," Sara said.

By this time they had pulled into a parking spot in front of Betty's condominium, Sara put the car in park and turned it off; Gil still couldn't drive yet.

"Maybe we just shouldn't get married," Sara said, "Maybe we should just stop seeing each other all together."

At first Gil smiled until he seen the serious look in her eyes.

"Sara?" he said, "Why?"

"I don't want to come in between you and your mother, I know how close you two are," Sara said, looking away from him.

"Look at me," he said.

Sara refused to.

Gil cupped her face in his hands, "Look at me. I love you. I need you in my life. I don't give a damn what Mom or anyone else thinks, do you understand me."

Tears were running down her face as she shook her head YES.

"If you don't want to get married, if you want to break up, do it because you don't love me. Not because of what anyone else thinks," Gil said.

Sara stroked his cheek, "Gil, I love you. I need you. I want to be your wife. I just wish I knew ….."

"I don't know either but I promise you this," Gil said, "I will get to the bottom of it."

Sara wiped her eyes, Gil opened her door, took her hand and walked to his mothers door.

Betty opened the door, smiled at Gil and motioned him to come in. Gil stepped to one side and let Sara walk in first. Betty nodded at Sara.

"We need to talk," Gil signed to his mother.

"Before or after dinner?" was her reply.

"Your choice," Gil told her.

"Before, I'm starved," Betty told him.

After dinner Gil, Sara and Betty stood in her living room. Betty pointed to the couch.

Gil and Sara sat on the couch, Betty in a chair across from them. Sara's sign language was getting better but she decided to let Gil do all the "talking" he was faster and better then she was.

Gil started to tell Betty that he had asked Sara to marry him when Betty noticed the ring and looked at him.

"Yes, Sara has agreed to be my wife," Gil told her.

"Is this what we need to talk about? Are you looking for my approval?" Betty wondered.

"No," Gil said, "Sara and I will be married after my cast comes off with or without your approval or presence."

Betty just looked at Gil then at Sara, "I see."

Gil pulled in a breath then let it out slowly. All his life always showed his mother respect, he never dreamed he would be talking to her in this manner, but he needed to know.

"You'll never know the answer to a question unless you ask the question," he said to himself.

"I need to know why you don't approve of Sara?" Gil signed.

The look on Betty's face was one of surprise, almost as if she thought he would never ask her for an explanation.

Betty looked at Sara and asked if she would mind if she and Gil talked alone, Sara started to stand. Gil took her hand and pulled him next to him.

Speaking and signing Gil said, "I want Sara to stay. We have no secrets and I will only tell her anyway." Then strictly to Sara he said, "If Mom starts going to fast stop her and I'll tell you what she said."

"I don't disapprove of Sara," Betty started, "I disapprove of the type of woman she is."

"Excuse me?" Sara asked.

"Modern," Betty said, "My son deserves a traditional woman, a traditional family and a traditional marriage. That is the way he was raised."

[Note from writer. These are NOT my opinions, they just fit my story. I feel that each couple should decide for themselves what works and what doesn't.]

Gil looked at her, "What? You are a "modern" woman. You hold down a job, you take care of yourself, you don't depend on anyone."

"True," Betty told him, "But all the time your father was alive I always cooked, took care of laundry and clean. I was submissive to my husband, and very family orientated, nothing was more important then my husband and my son."

"And a 'my kind of' woman?" Sara asked.

"In my opinion," Betty started, "A modern women makes it a priority to take care of themselves before anyone else. They don't want to cook, or keep the house or do laundry. They want a career more then a family, children are in the way. They seem to think that 'housework' is a 50/50 deal. For some unknown reason 'your kind' seem to think you 'deserve' something."

Sara couldn't take any more, she pulled away from Gil and walked out the door, slamming it behind her.

Gil just sat there, he couldn't believe what she was saying.

"Mother, What makes me love Sara is who she is. She is strong and independent but she is also the most loving, caring and giving person I have ever known. I would not want her any other way. I love you, Mom and as pigheaded as you are I know I will never change your mind so I guess all I can say is you can either except Sara as she is and be a part of our lives or you can continue to be a foolish old woman and stay away from us - completely. That includes any children if Sara and I should decide to have any," Gil stood and went outside to find Sara.

Sara was sitting in the car.

Gil got in, smiled at her, "Let's go home."

On the way back to their house Gil filled Sara in on what went on after she left.

"You didn't say that to her?" Sara said.

"I did and I meant it," Gil said.

Then he leaned over and whispered something in her ear, Sara smiled and said "YES."

Gil took her hand and led her to the bed. As they settled down on the blanket, getting comfortable, Gil looked at Sara and said, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

Sara eagerly sought out his lips for a kiss. She moaned softly as she felt Gil's hands touching her in the dark. They kissed, just as they had kissed that afternoon, long slow kisses that slowly turned more hungry and demanding.

Gil watched as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. He felt his own heart beating wildly in his chest.

Her breasts were firm and full, the nipples a light brown. He slipped off his own shirt and pulled her into his arms, enjoying the feel of her skin against his.

He gently caressed her breasts, hearing her moan softly at his touch. Lowering his head, he gently sucked at one nipple hearing a gasp of pleasure. He felt the heat rising from her body and from his and with great care, he finished undressing her.

Sara lay on the bed she could feel his eyes roaming over her body, committing every detail to memory.

Sara found herself getting excited at the thought of him making love to her and wetness quickly gathered between her legs as he lay down beside her, she went willingly into his arms. Gil kissed her gently as he let his hand slip down between her legs, his fingers gently brushing against the most intimate part of her body. He heard Sara's breathing deepen as he continued to play with her, getting her ready for the next step. Gil gently pushed a finger inside of her. She tensed up momentarily at the sensation but quickly relaxed as Gil kissed her. Slowly, he began moving his finger in a gently thrusting motion. Sara moaned and arched her hips as she felt herself getting more and more excited at Gil's touch.

Gil's lips moved to her breasts, flicking and sucking her nipples. Sara moaned deeply as she released herself. Gil moved above her and eased her legs apart.

"Your ankle….." Sara whispered.

"Shhh," he whispered, kissing her, "I need this."

Sara wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly, burying her face against his shoulder as she felt him slowly push inside of her. He took it slow, inching in a little and then pausing to enjoy the look on her face.

"Ohhh….." Sara cried out feeling him completely inside of her. She trembled at the sensations that surged through her.

Slowly Gil began to move his hips back and forth, withdrawing slowly and then burying himself back inside of her. She moaned softly against his neck and slowly began moving her hips in unison with his.

"Gil….." she moaned as the feeling suddenly exploded inside of her and she experienced her second orgasm.

Gil looked deeply into her eyes and rode the crest with her until he felt himself explode deep inside of her. Afterwards, she lay cradled in his arms, tired but happy.

He didn't want to let her go. He never wanted to let her go. "I love you, Sara."

"I love you too," she whispered back, tears glistening in her eyes. "I always have."