Disclaimer: I do NOT own CSI, but I wish I did.
Just a little something because I was bored.
Love at First Sight
It was love at first sight.
I never thought it was possible to love someone this much. Just looking at her makes my heart swell to ten times its size.
I'm standing over her smiling, watching her sleep and trying to ignore the pangs of fear which keep washing over me.
I want to reach out and touch her but I'm almost afraid she'll break under my touch. She looks so fragile, so innocent and pure.
But I can't resist, slowly I run the back of my index finger across her cheeks. Her pale pink skin is so soft and warm. I then lightly touches the tip of her nose and my mouth curves into a goofy smile, a smile made up of pure delight, when her nose twitches at the sensation.
I can't believe how happy I am. Never in my life have I been happier. Here I am looking down at my newborn baby daughter; my healthy newborn baby daughter, with all ten fingers and all ten toes accounted for.
I run my finger down her arm and gently take hold of her chubby hand. Her hand closes around my finger causing happy tears to fill my eyes, spill over and trickle slowly down my cheeks into my beard.
I swallow the lump in my throat as the door behind me opens and I turn to see Sara being wheeled back into the room.
"Sara." I breathe with relief.
"Hey..." she replies beaming, but sounding tired.
"I was just...urm..." I gesture towards the new addition to our family.
"What? Getting all emotional over our daughter?" smirks Sara.
I let out a quiet embarrassed chuckle and nod my head guiltily.
"Pretty much"
Kneeling down I take her face in hands and kiss her on the lips for a long moment.
"How are you feeling?" I ask, looking into her deep brown eyes.
"A little sore, a lot sore, and tired, but I'm okay."
I kiss her again, savouring the feel of her mouth against mine.
After helping her out of her wheelchair and into bed, I settle down beside her and hold her in my arms.
"You should go home, get some sleep. It's been a long twenty eight hours."
"I can't. I can't bring myself to let her," I gesture towards the crib. "Or you, out of my sight."
Sara smiles.
"She doing okay?"
"She's perfect, Sara. I am so proud of you. I love you; both of you, so very much."
"I love you, too." she whispers.
"I want to hold her again, but I don't want to wake her."
"I'll get her for you, I'll be happy to have another cuddle from her."
"No, let her sleep; let me sleep, because I don't know when I'll next be able to."
Brushing my mouth against her hair, then again to her mouth, we both allow ourselves to sink into the undeniable feeling of joy.
THE END
