Hey guys, no surprise here, but super fluff ahead. I actually have an angsty McCollins fic brewing in my head, so we'll see if that ever happens… but right now, I am liking the fluff.

The minute I heard Dakotah's cries on the baby monitor I reached over and turned the volume off. I glanced to my right where Andy remained sleeping peacefully and breathed a sigh of relief that I had caught it in time. We had been home from the hospital for five days, and Andy hadn't gotten much sleep in as many days.

I had never felt such a strange combination of jealousy and guilt at the fact that Dakotah relied on Andy for her food. Andy was able to form this instant, special bond with our daughter while I was sleeping. That's why I leapt at the chance to catch Dakotah's crying before it could wake Andy; I wanted to let my poor wife sleep for once… and to have some bonding time of my own. Andy claimed that she didn't feel the need to wake me during the midnight feedings because at least one of us should get some sleep. I keep telling her I would be more than happy to wake up and give Dakotah a bottle, but our daughter hasn't taken too kindly towards it yet.

Hurrying into the next-door nursery, I scooped up my crying daughter and cooed at her as I rocked back and forth. Her cries softened ever so slightly, but I swear she was looking at me like 'Okay, where's the one with the boobs?'

Walking gingerly towards the kitchen, I whispered to Dakotah, "Okay Kotah, daddy can do this."

I reached into the fridge to retrieve a bottle of breast milk and went about heating it just the way Andy had shown me. After testing the temperature about three times, I deemed it safe and walked Dakotah back into the nursery. I sat in the rocking chair that was gifted to us from Oliver and nestled my daughter into the crook of my arm. Gently, I tipped the bottle towards her lips and wasn't shocked at her reluctance.

"You really prefer the real thing, huh baby girl? I asked, resting the bottle between my legs; I wasn't going to force her.

Rocking back and forth, I began humming quietly in an attempt to soothe her. After a minute, I realized I was humming Andy and I's special first dance song. 'More Than Words' didn't seem to be doing the trick though.

"Your mommy doesn't like my singing much either. Not that hers is any better… but don't tell her that. I love to watch her try."

Dakotah grew quiet as I spoke, staring up at me with those big brown eyes that were most definitely Andy's unique caramel shade. "Oh, so you like to listen to me talk about your mommy. Well, that I can do all night long."

"Your mommy is a goofball, kiddo. She isn't afraid to look silly or have fun. She can't cook, no matter how hard she tries… so just remember our failed feeding attempts when I'm the one making you dinner every night. "

Dakotah continued staring, her tiny hand gripping my finger. "Mommy is also the sweetest person I've ever met. She would literally do anything for someone she loves, or heck, even a stranger. That's what makes her such a good cop; She just has a way about her that puts people at ease."

"We're pretty lucky that we have her in our lives. She loves you so much baby girl, and I couldn't have asked for a better mother for you. One of the things that drew me to your mommy in the first place was this gut feeling I had that she would make an amazing mother and wife. I can't wait to see you grow up to be like her: a beautiful, kind, smart, and funny woman."

Dakotah had finally fallen asleep, looking peaceful in her light pink footie pajamas. I continued to rock quietly, enjoying looking at my baby girl. I heard the creak of footsteps in the doorway, and looked up to see a teary-eyed Andy standing in the doorway, hair adorably mused and pajamas wrinkled.

"Hey babe, what's wrong?" I whispered, gently getting up and placing Dakotah lightly back into her crib.

I walked over to my wife and placed my hands on her shoulders, looking into her tear-stained face as she sniffled out, "I woke up and you weren't in bed, so I turned on the baby monitor."

I rubbed her shoulders comfortingly and said, "Okay? Why did that make you upset?"

Andy sniffled and said, "Because I heard what you were saying, Nick."

I tried to think back to what I had told Dakotah, trying to decipher what would make Andy cry. "Did I say something wrong?"

She shook her head and grabbed both sides of my face in her hands, gently pulling until I was at her level. "You are without a doubt, the sweetest man I've ever met, Nick Collins."

I flushed and mumbled, "How much did you hear?"

Andy stroked the nape of my neck and said, "Oh, right around when you were insulting my singing ability."

"Hey, I was telling the truth, babe. You may look adorable when you do it, but a singer you are not."

She laughed and responded saucily, "And apparently, I'm also not a good cook."

I wrapped my arms around her waist and said, "You have many skills Andy, but we both agreed to leave the cooking to me."

"You're lucky I heard everything else you said, oh hubby of mine."

I smirked and said, "Oh yeah? Why's that?"

She smiled mischievously and replied, "Cause I happen to know a man whose back doesn't fair too well on the couch."

Laughing, I said, "Is that a threat, dearest wife?"

"Try me." Andy whispered against my lips.

I pulled her bottom lip between mine and sucked gently until she responded and kissed me deeply. Pulling back, I whispered, "You win. Just like you always do. Not only is your singing magnificent, but your cooking is out of this world."

"Laying it on a bit thick, but I'll take it." Andy laughed, stroking the stubble on my cheek before she released me and walked towards the crib.

I followed behind, placing my hands on her waist, and resting my head on her shoulder as we looked down at our sleeping daughter.

Andy let out a content sigh, and whispered, "Can you believe that she's ours?"

"I still find myself staring at her just to make sure she's real." I said, glad I wasn't alone in my amazement of our little one.

Andy reached up and placed her hand on my head. "It's like I've been waiting my whole life to meet her, I just didn't know it yet."

I nodded, waiting for her to continue. "She makes every day of my life make sense… and I didn't think it was possible, but she makes me love you even more."

I turned Andy around and whispered, "I feel the same way, Andy. I love you so much for making me a daddy to this beautiful little girl."

Andy pulled me towards her lips and we kissed fiercely until the sounds of Dakotah's crying interrupted us.

Andy winked at me as she reached for our daughter. "Guess it's time for mommy's 'out of this world' dinner."

I shook my head, laughing as I watched Andy get them situated on the rocking chair. "Yeah, yeah. Just wait until she's five and begging me to be saved from your crunchy mac n'cheese."

So, I'm super nervous about the finale. I really don't think Nick will get hurt, it looks like Sam will… but I'm worried about how Andy will react and if she's going to hurt our lovely Nick. Anyways, please review and thanks as always for reading!