I love this little boy. I am amazed at how incredible he is. I cannot
believe that I, Nick Stokes, am a father. A father to this little tiny
person. Austin Tyler Stokes. I am holding him in my arms watching him
sleep and I am amazed at how perfect he is. Just like his mother. I'm
still amazed that I'm married to Sara. I love her so much. She's sleeping
right now. A well deserved rest. We've been home from the hospital for a
few hours. My parents will be here soon, and I'm sure that my mom will
make sure that I take good care of Sara and this precious little one. Wow.
I'm a daddy. This is the most incredible feeling I've ever had. Sara and
I are part of this little guy.
I hear a knock at the door and a grin spreads across my face. I quietly walk over to the door and open it. Mom and Dad. "Would you like to meet your grandson?"
They are ecstatic. I gently pass Austin to my mom. "Oh, Nicky, he's beautiful." She looks up at me and grins. "He looks like you."
I chuckle. "That's what Sara says. I think I have more hair though."
My dad laughs. "Nicky, hopefully, you'll take after my side of the family. When you get to be my age then you'll still have hair."
My dad does not look his age. He is very distinguished and I hope I look as good as he does when I'm older.
We settle into the living room and my mom raises a curious eyebrow as she holds Austin. "Sara sleeping?"
I nod and smile. "Yeah, we just got home from the hospital and few hours ago and she didn't get much sleep."
My mom immediately does what all people do when they hold a baby, she starts talking to him in baby talk. "That's ok, huh, Austin? Gramma will hold you while Mommy gets some sleep. Your Daddy is just going to have to wait his turn and so is Grampa. You're just so precious, I could eat you up."
You know, before I had Austin, I loved kids, and I even made a fool out myself for my nieces and nephews, but now, being a daddy myself, I understand why people talk that way. I can't contain myself around him.
My mom passes Austin to my dad. The transformation on his face is priceless and then I wonder if that's how they looked at me when I was born. I have a much better appreciation for the two people sitting here in my living room holding my son.
My mom moves to the kitchen. "Now, Nicky, we need to get some food going here. Sara's going to be hungry when she wakes up and I know she's not going to want to cook."
I chuckle. "Ok, just let me know what I need to do. But remember, Sara doesn't eat meat."
She nods. "I know. I remember. I'm not sure I understand why, but I remember."
I laugh. "Well, if you had sat up several days in a row watching a pig decompose, you might have an aversion to meat too."
My mom raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "Ok, I guess I won't be making any bacon while I'm here then, even though I know you love it."
I grin at her. My mom is amazing. She raised seven kids and doesn't really look old enough to be a grandmother 21 times over.
I hear a door open and Sara emerges, moving slowly. She smiles as she takes in the sight of my dad holding Austin. My dad slowly gets up, cradling Austin in one arm and puts his arm around Sara with the other to give her a hug. "You've got a beautiful little Stokes here, Sara."
She laughs. "Doesn't he look like Nick?"
My dad chuckles. "Yeah, we were just discussing that. Nicky, thinks he's got more hair though."
Sara glances over at me and raises an amused eyebrow.
My mom emerges from the kitchen and pulls Sara gently into a bear hug. No one understands more than my mom how one feels after giving birth. I have to remind myself, I'm a man, I don't have a clue.
I am in awe at how the birth of my son has already affected my life. I feel so protective of him and I think it makes my job that much more bittersweet. I have always been affected by cases involving children, but now that I have my own child, I think it will be even harder.
I notice Sara studying my face. She smiles at me. She knows what I'm thinking. I think she's thinking the same things. We have a lot to talk about regarding our futures. We have time. Sara's got a leave of absence for a few months while she adjusts to motherhood.
Austin looks so peaceful in my dad's arms. I wonder what life will hold for this precious little boy. My precious little boy. Austin Tyler Stokes.
I hear a knock at the door and a grin spreads across my face. I quietly walk over to the door and open it. Mom and Dad. "Would you like to meet your grandson?"
They are ecstatic. I gently pass Austin to my mom. "Oh, Nicky, he's beautiful." She looks up at me and grins. "He looks like you."
I chuckle. "That's what Sara says. I think I have more hair though."
My dad laughs. "Nicky, hopefully, you'll take after my side of the family. When you get to be my age then you'll still have hair."
My dad does not look his age. He is very distinguished and I hope I look as good as he does when I'm older.
We settle into the living room and my mom raises a curious eyebrow as she holds Austin. "Sara sleeping?"
I nod and smile. "Yeah, we just got home from the hospital and few hours ago and she didn't get much sleep."
My mom immediately does what all people do when they hold a baby, she starts talking to him in baby talk. "That's ok, huh, Austin? Gramma will hold you while Mommy gets some sleep. Your Daddy is just going to have to wait his turn and so is Grampa. You're just so precious, I could eat you up."
You know, before I had Austin, I loved kids, and I even made a fool out myself for my nieces and nephews, but now, being a daddy myself, I understand why people talk that way. I can't contain myself around him.
My mom passes Austin to my dad. The transformation on his face is priceless and then I wonder if that's how they looked at me when I was born. I have a much better appreciation for the two people sitting here in my living room holding my son.
My mom moves to the kitchen. "Now, Nicky, we need to get some food going here. Sara's going to be hungry when she wakes up and I know she's not going to want to cook."
I chuckle. "Ok, just let me know what I need to do. But remember, Sara doesn't eat meat."
She nods. "I know. I remember. I'm not sure I understand why, but I remember."
I laugh. "Well, if you had sat up several days in a row watching a pig decompose, you might have an aversion to meat too."
My mom raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "Ok, I guess I won't be making any bacon while I'm here then, even though I know you love it."
I grin at her. My mom is amazing. She raised seven kids and doesn't really look old enough to be a grandmother 21 times over.
I hear a door open and Sara emerges, moving slowly. She smiles as she takes in the sight of my dad holding Austin. My dad slowly gets up, cradling Austin in one arm and puts his arm around Sara with the other to give her a hug. "You've got a beautiful little Stokes here, Sara."
She laughs. "Doesn't he look like Nick?"
My dad chuckles. "Yeah, we were just discussing that. Nicky, thinks he's got more hair though."
Sara glances over at me and raises an amused eyebrow.
My mom emerges from the kitchen and pulls Sara gently into a bear hug. No one understands more than my mom how one feels after giving birth. I have to remind myself, I'm a man, I don't have a clue.
I am in awe at how the birth of my son has already affected my life. I feel so protective of him and I think it makes my job that much more bittersweet. I have always been affected by cases involving children, but now that I have my own child, I think it will be even harder.
I notice Sara studying my face. She smiles at me. She knows what I'm thinking. I think she's thinking the same things. We have a lot to talk about regarding our futures. We have time. Sara's got a leave of absence for a few months while she adjusts to motherhood.
Austin looks so peaceful in my dad's arms. I wonder what life will hold for this precious little boy. My precious little boy. Austin Tyler Stokes.
