CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next morning, Brass entered Sara's room, carrying Jimmy in his arms. He smiled at the scene that met him. Sara was wrapped protectively in Gil's strong arms, her head lay on his chest. Both were sleeping soundly, until Jimmy decided they had enough sleep.
"Mama?" Jimmy called his mother in a loud voice to wake her up before Brass had the chance to stop him.
"Shhh, mommy is asleep." whispered Brass but he was too late.
Sara and Gil started to open their eyes at the toddler's voice. Gil jumped out of bed when he saw Brass. He was so embarrassed that Brass saw them sleeping together, even if it was obvious that nothing happened because they both were fully clothed. Gil had planned to wake up early and get out of bed, before Brass arrived, to avoid that embarrassment but he overslept. Truth be told, it was the best night sleep he had in almost two years. Sara was embarrassed as well. Her face turned red when she saw Brass, and moved to a siting position.
Now, Brass was grinning from ear to ear when he saw their embarrassment. "Beautiful morning, isn't it?" he burst out laughing.
"Good morning to you too, Brass." glared Grissom.
Sara reached her arms out to her son. "Jimmy." she smiled.
Jimmy squealed delightfully when his mother took him in her arms. Sara hugged him tight to her chest, enveloping him in her warmth.
"Mama okay?" he asked with his innocent voice, as he sat on his mother's lap.
"Yes, baby, mommy's okay now." she reassured him.
"Bobo gone?" his blue eyes gazed at her browns.
"Yes, honey, no more bobo." her fingers slid through his soft brown curls.
"Mama come home?" his eyes brightened at the thought.
"Not yet, Baby." his little shoulders slumped at his mother's response.
Sara kissed his forehead and hugged him again. "Mommy loves you so much." she whispered into his little ear.
He smiled at her and crawled out of her lap, reaching his little arms out to his father. "Dada."
Gil immediately carried his son and hugged him to his chest. Jimmy stroked his father's beard and giggled when it tickled his palm, causing the adults to chuckle at his action.
Then, Sara told Gil and Brass what exactly happened the morning she was shot by Charlotte, and why she had to kill Charlotte. She, also, told them everything Charlotte had told her that morning. So, Brass and Gil both reassured her that she did the right thing.
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A week later, Sara was released from the hospital. Gil visited her everyday, in Brass house, to check on her and his son. He made her rest most of the time while he looked after his son. He fed him, changed him, bathed him, played with him, and even put him to bed every night. Father and son got attached to each other more and more each day. Sara was very happy at the connection between Gil and their son. She always wanted a family with Gil. And, in about five weeks from now, they will be one. A week ago at the hospital, Gil asked Sara to marry him again. And again, she said yes. They decided that their wedding would be six weeks away from the proposal date. Gil wanted to give Sara an adequate time to heal and be strong enough to walk down the aisle.
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Three weeks later, Gil and Sara took their son to the park. It had been a beautiful afternoon. That was the first time Gil got out with Sara, since two years. It was wonderful. Their son sat on the green grass, playing with his toys that were scattered around him. He was adorably distracted. Gil and Sara talked about their wedding that was just two weeks away from now. They had planned and arranged everything. There was nothing to worry about.
"Would you like an ice cream?" Gil asked Sara, pointing to the ice cream mini store a few yards behind them.
"Yes, I would." she smiled at him.
"Vanilla with caramel sauce on top?" he knew her order.
She smiled brightly. "You remembered."
"I never forgot anything about you." he smiled back, stroking her cheek.
She moved his hand from her cheek and kissed his palm.
"I'll be right back, my love." he said as he stood up.
With her nod, he went to the small ice cream store. It took him just a couple of minutes to return, holding two cups of vanilla ice cream with caramel sauce on top, and two bottles of water. He handed Sara one of each before sitting back down beside her.
"Thank you, darling." she smiled.
"You're most welcome." he smiled back.
Jimmy, who saw the ice cream, abandoned all the toys he was playing with, and came rushing to his parents. He tried to climb on the empty chair beside his father, but it was too high for him. Gil chuckled at his son's actions and lifted him gently, placing him on the table between him and Sara.
"Where's the fire, boy?" he asked his son.
Jimmy pointed at the ice cream. "Jimmy want." he told his mother.
"Sorry, baby, but your dinner would be set in a half hour, and if you have ice cream now, you won't eat your dinner." Sara explained to the toddler.
She searched through the baby bag and got out a Farly's hard biscuit for teething infants. She handed it to her son. "This should keep him busy until we get home." she said to Gil.
Jimmy grabbed the biscuit. He looked at it, then at Gil's ice cream, then at his biscuit again. Without any indication, he dropped the biscuit, which rolled and fell to the ground, and pointed to the ice cream once more. "Jimmy like." he tried to explain to his mother.
Gil laughed at their son's innocent behavior, and turned to Sara before she could say anything. "Come on, honey, a few spoons of ice cream won't spoil his dinner. Let me give him some." he said to her.
"Alright, but not more than a few spoons." she said sternly.
Gil nodded at Sara and turned to Jimmy. "You're so intelligent, buddy." he said, feeding his son some of his ice cream.
Jimmy squealed and clapped his tiny hands happily as each spoonful of ice cream entered his little mouth, making his parents laugh and adore his behavior.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Next chapter will be an epilogue. I'll post it as soon as I can. And, thank you all for the outstanding reviews, guys. I love you all :)