Chapter 25

Gil came out holding Amelia.

"Mia sick," Amelia said to Sara, "Just like Mommy."

The nurse handed Gil some prescriptions and a return appointment.

"Make sure Mrs. Grissom calls her OBGYN," the nurse said.

Sara smiled, "Already done. They'll see me tomorrow."

She had made the call while Gil was in the exam room with Amelia.

"Make sure you call me if you need me," Betty told her son.

"I'll be all right," Gil told her.

"At least let me keep her while you and Sara are at the doctors tomorrow," Betty said.

Gil thought it was a good idea so he agreed.

Gil stopped at the drug store to fill the prescriptions before going home. He also picked up a few other things.

"Good gracious," the young lady behind the counter said, "Both Mrs. Grissom and Amelia?'

Gil smiled, "Looks like I will have my hands full."

"We have a lot of our people sick," she said, "Good luck."

Then she handed him a stuffed toy, "Give this to Amelia and tell her I hope she feels better."

"Thank you," Gil said, gathering up the bags.

In the car he handed Amelia the toy, "It's from Louise, she said she was sorry you weren't feeling good and hopes you feel better soon."

Amelia hugged it and started to get sick again. Gil grabbed the basin the nurse had given them for just such an emergency.

"Yuck," Amelia said.

Gil took his to sick ladies home, gave them both their medicine and some juice then tucked them both in bed, Amelia insisted on sleeping with mommy because they were both sick. Next he called Catherine to fill her in.

"Dr. Dean said she should stay home for at least a week," Gil said.

"She was going to start in the lab tomorrow anyway," Catherine said, "So we will be OK. I'll call Ecklie and tell him. You going to need help?"

"I can take care of my family," Gil said.

"If you need me call," Catherine told him.

Gil hung up the phone and shook his head. "Why is it that people think I can't take care of them by my self," he wondered. He answered his own question, they were just trying to be helpful.

The next day Betty come by and sat with Amelia while Gil took Sara to see Dr. Davis, her OBGYN. In the office Sara filled out paperwork, making sure to stay away from others, she just didn't want to make anyone else sick. Sara was called back to the exam room.

"Dr. Dean sent me over the results of the tests he ran and a list of the meds he put you on," Dr. Davis said.

Dr. Davis ran a few more tests, just to confirm what they already knew, Sara was three weeks onto her pregnancy.

"Everything will be fine," Dr. Davis said, "I have several of my ladies with this flu. It's hitting everyone. If you start to spike a temp of if things get worse call me."

Gil made an appointment for Sara in two months while she took off to the restroom.

Over the course of the next week Gil did have his hands full. Between taking care of the house, seeing to it that Amelia and Sara had their medicine and that they drank plenty of fluids he hardly had time to tend to the things he normally would. Gil smiled, he suddenly had a greater appreciation for women - especially mothers - they DO have a hard job. And working mothers - how did they manage to take care of everything they had to.

Gil had tucked Amelia and Sara into bed (Amelia wanted to sleep with Mommy), started a load of laundry, loaded the dishwasher, finished the vacuuming and cleaned the kitchen. Blowing out a long deep breath he flopped in his recliner and picked up a book. Gil tried to read but his eyes kept closing, finally he just gave in and dozed off.

Sara woke, for the first time in a week she was feeling better. Going downstairs she seen Gil in his chair, she picked up a blanket and covered him, kissed his forehead. This last week had been hard on him, she knew that, he was wore out and had not been eating or sleeping well, he needed to rest and refused all help that was offered him. Sara took the clothing from the dryer and folded it, then she tossed the wet clothing from the washer to the dryer and started it. Then she went to the kitchen and unloaded the dishwasher and fixed herself a cup of tea.

A little later Amelia joined her mother in the kitchen, "Daddy's sleeping."

"Daddy's been working hard taking care of us," Sara said, "It is our turn to take care of him. How about we start by you and me taking Hank and Bagel out and let Daddy rest."

Amelia thought that was a good idea. She had not been able to play much with the dogs while she was sick and she missed playing with them. After Sara let then out Amelia decided it would be a good idea to help daddy weed the garden. She was not sure why they had to come out but Daddy said they did and that was good enough for her. After weeding the garden (they both refused to go near the beehives) Amelia and Sara made dinner. Gil woke to the smell of waffles. He followed the smell into the kitchen.

"Breakfast for dinner?" he said.

"Yep," Amelia said.

"You two feeling better?" he asked sipping on his juice.

"All better," Amelia said, "No getting sick."

Gil smiled, gave her a hug and sat her in her chair. He then took Sara in his arms and kissed her.

"I'm glad your both feeling better," he said.

While they ate Amelia told him about letting the dogs out to play and "pulling the green things" from his garden.

"Did you find any long worms?" Gil asked.

"Nope," Amelia said.

"Thank God," Sara said, shivering.

Gil laughed, "Sara Grissom. Are you trying to tell me that decomp does not bother you but you don't like earthworms?"

"They wiggle," she said.

Gil chuckled, "So do some of the insects."

"True," Sara said chuckling, "But I don't have to touch them."

Gil leaned over and whispered something in her ear.

Sara smiled, "I like touching that."