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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
50
Views:
6,343
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
ch 10
“I’m sorry, Sara.”
“I couldn’t do it, not at twenty-four. I was barely out of college. I had no money, nothing. I thought she would be better off, but I have thought about her for years.”
“Why don’t you look for her, you are still her mother. Where was her father?”
“Her father was a one night stand in college. His name was John. I never told him, he didn’t care. That was when I made the decision to stop being used.”
“So are you going to try and find her?”
“Would it be worth it?”
“Would it be worth it to you?”
“Yes. But what if she is happy?”
“Then you will be content in knowing she is happy. But what if she isn’t happy?”
“I don’t want to think about it, Griss.”
“Where did you give her up for adoption?”
“In Boston.”
“I’ll make a few calls if you want me to.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Of course, I’ll just need some more information.”
“What do you need to know?”
“The hospital, the agency, the usual stuff.”
“I remember all that.” Sara said as she recalled the event.
Sara stood in front of the Family Tree Adoption Agency. She rubbed her swollen belly as she stood there contemplating her future.
At twenty-four she was not fit or able to be a mom. It had been an accident. She didn’t mean to get pregnant. The condom broke. She wasn’t taking the pill…it was all too much to handle.
She walked in and scanned the area. She was looking for the office of Betsy Reynolds. She was whom Sara was meeting.
“Excuse me, could you please direct me to Betsy Reynolds’s office.” Sara asked.
“Just down the hall, you must be Sara?”
“Yes.”
“She is waiting for you.”
Sara walked down the hall and knocked quietly on the door.
“Come in.” The woman said.
Betsy was a woman in her mid forties, maybe fifties. Sara figured she had been doing this for a while. She was in a business suit with a skirt that was just below her knees and her hair was pulled up into a neat bun. Her glasses sat on the tip of her nose.
Sara entered the office.
“You must be Sara?”
“Yes.”
“Come in, Sit, and get comfortable.”
Sara sat in front of the woman.
“So Sara, you decided to give your baby up for adoption?”
“Yes. I’m still in college, I can’t do it now. I want it to have a good home though.”
“I assure you that we Screen our applicants well.”
“I hope so. I don’t want it to be hurt.” Not like I was.
“I assure you, it will be great. We will pay your medical expenses and such.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. We have a birthing room upstairs. Our midwife Laura delivers all our babies. She has delivered at least fifty.”
“So what do I need to do?”
“Just fill out the paperwork and wait until the baby is born, it’s that simple.”
“Great, where do I sign?”
The butterflies started in Sara’s stomach. Three kids. How will we do it?
“Family Tree Adoption Agency, Grissom. That’s were my daughter was born. It is in Boston.”
“She wasn’t born in a hospital?”
“No. At the agency with a midwife.”
“Oh. We will have to make an appointment for you now to see how far along you are…unless you insist on a midwife again?”
“We?”
“Yes. This is just as much my responsibility as yours.”
“I’ll find an obstetrician.”
“I couldn’t do it, not at twenty-four. I was barely out of college. I had no money, nothing. I thought she would be better off, but I have thought about her for years.”
“Why don’t you look for her, you are still her mother. Where was her father?”
“Her father was a one night stand in college. His name was John. I never told him, he didn’t care. That was when I made the decision to stop being used.”
“So are you going to try and find her?”
“Would it be worth it?”
“Would it be worth it to you?”
“Yes. But what if she is happy?”
“Then you will be content in knowing she is happy. But what if she isn’t happy?”
“I don’t want to think about it, Griss.”
“Where did you give her up for adoption?”
“In Boston.”
“I’ll make a few calls if you want me to.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Of course, I’ll just need some more information.”
“What do you need to know?”
“The hospital, the agency, the usual stuff.”
“I remember all that.” Sara said as she recalled the event.
Sara stood in front of the Family Tree Adoption Agency. She rubbed her swollen belly as she stood there contemplating her future.
At twenty-four she was not fit or able to be a mom. It had been an accident. She didn’t mean to get pregnant. The condom broke. She wasn’t taking the pill…it was all too much to handle.
She walked in and scanned the area. She was looking for the office of Betsy Reynolds. She was whom Sara was meeting.
“Excuse me, could you please direct me to Betsy Reynolds’s office.” Sara asked.
“Just down the hall, you must be Sara?”
“Yes.”
“She is waiting for you.”
Sara walked down the hall and knocked quietly on the door.
“Come in.” The woman said.
Betsy was a woman in her mid forties, maybe fifties. Sara figured she had been doing this for a while. She was in a business suit with a skirt that was just below her knees and her hair was pulled up into a neat bun. Her glasses sat on the tip of her nose.
Sara entered the office.
“You must be Sara?”
“Yes.”
“Come in, Sit, and get comfortable.”
Sara sat in front of the woman.
“So Sara, you decided to give your baby up for adoption?”
“Yes. I’m still in college, I can’t do it now. I want it to have a good home though.”
“I assure you that we Screen our applicants well.”
“I hope so. I don’t want it to be hurt.” Not like I was.
“I assure you, it will be great. We will pay your medical expenses and such.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. We have a birthing room upstairs. Our midwife Laura delivers all our babies. She has delivered at least fifty.”
“So what do I need to do?”
“Just fill out the paperwork and wait until the baby is born, it’s that simple.”
“Great, where do I sign?”
The butterflies started in Sara’s stomach. Three kids. How will we do it?
“Family Tree Adoption Agency, Grissom. That’s were my daughter was born. It is in Boston.”
“She wasn’t born in a hospital?”
“No. At the agency with a midwife.”
“Oh. We will have to make an appointment for you now to see how far along you are…unless you insist on a midwife again?”
“We?”
“Yes. This is just as much my responsibility as yours.”
“I’ll find an obstetrician.”