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"Mom, I was hoping it would be okay for me to bring someone home with me when I come back for Christmas vacation," Lindsey said to her mom. "I just wanted to make sure it was okay with you and Sar. I'm sure Gibson won't mind, will he?"

"Baby, you know your friends are always welcome here. Sara and I definitely want to meet your friend. And Gibson won't mind—he misses his big sister," Catherine agreed. "Does your friend have a name?"

Lindsey pondered a minute before answering, "Chris."

With a smile in her voice, Catherine asked, "Is this the same Chris you mention every time we talk? The same Chris that Sara is convinced you're head over heels for?"

"Yes, that's the same Chris. Sara said that? It's weird that she thinks that when it took you and her years to realize your feelings. But anyway, it's really important to me that you three meet Chris," Lindsey explained.

"Oh baby, I'm sooooo excited! Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?"

"NO! … I mean, no, we'll rent a car. Chris has never seen Vegas and you told me that Sara and Uncle Nick are still restoring my car."

"Yeah, that makes sense. Beep! Beep! Beep! Lindsey, the office is paging me, I need to go sweetie. Just email me your flight information. And, uh, Linds?"

"Yeah mom?"

"Do you two share a room—or do I need to kick Gibson to the floor while Chris is here?"

"If it's okay with you two, we'll share. I'll email you. Tell Sar and Gib I love them. Bye mom!"

My baby is bringing her boyfriend home! Damn, I'm getting old, Catherine said to no one other than herself.

At that moment, two arms snaked around her waist from behind. "You're not getting old. You're getting better," Sara said as she planted kisses on Catherine's neck. "What makes you think you're getting old?"

"I was just talking to Linds. She wants to bring Chris home to meet us over Christmas. I told her it was okay. Is that okay with you baby?" Catherine turned in Sara's arms and began to lightly suck on her neck.

A low moan escaped Sara's throat as she managed to say, "Whatever you want baby."

"Sar, you promise to be on your best behavior? You're always so protective of her. I don't want you scaring this guy off like you've done every other one she's brought home while she was in high school," Catherine warned her wife.

"Me? Scare off her boyfriend? Never!" Sara offered in mock protest. "I'll be on my best behavior. I just don't want to see her get hurt. I'm not saying that I'll go easy on the guy, but he's gonna that if even thinks about hurting her, I know how to get rid of a body without leaving any evidence."

Catherine added, "And let's not forget, I'm Sam Braun's daughter. I can make arrangements to get rid of him without involving either of us."

Two weeks later…

"Mom! M-o-m! Gibson yelled as he slammed the door behind himself.

"Gibson Tyner Sidle! How many times do you have to be told not to slam doors and not to yell? You know I'm busy working and can't deal with the distraction," Sara scolded her young son. "Now what, pray tell, is so important?"

Smiling sheepishly at his mom, "Nuttin! I just wanted you to know I was home," he said as he threw his arms around her and then bolted up the stairs.

"Homework first!" Sara yelled after him.

A few minutes later, Catherine got home from work. They exchanged greetings before Catherine started fussing over the house. "They'll be here any minute, Sara. You've been home all day. Why didn't you…"

Her verbal lashing was cut short by a passionate kiss followed by, "I missed you too baby. I need to run to the store for a few things. I won't be long. You need anything?"

"Nah, but you better hurry back. I don't want to meet him without you here."

"Promise babe!" Sara threw over her shoulder and she shut the door behind her.