Cassy is two months
As soon as Cassy started to cry, Grissom was awake. For the first few days, it had take him a minute to remember, but now it felt like Cassy had always been here with him. He glanced at the clock as he got up. Three eighteen am. He moved quietly through the apartment to Cassy's room.
"Hey Cassy," he said, picking her up. "Hungry?"
He carried Cassy, no longer crying, to the kitchen and made up the bottle with one hand. The first time he'd tried to do it while holding Cassy, it had been a disaster. Now it was starting to feel like second nature.
After he'd finished feeding Cassy, Grissom took her through to the living room and sat down, holding Cassy up onto his shoulder, rubbing her back to bring up any gas. When he was sure she didn't have any left, he took her down. Grissom smiled softly, Cassy was already asleep in his arms. He knew he should really put her back in her crib and get some sleep, but he couldn't. He was happy to simply sit and watch his daughter sleep soundly. And at that moment, he knew without any doubts, that he would never regret this choice.
