A New Addition

Pairing: Nick and Sara

Nick spends some quality time with Abigail. Little does he know is his mother and wife are watching him from another room.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nick, Sara or any other CSI character. I do own Nick and Sara's families and any other non-CSI character.

Father and Daughter Time

Nick sat on the couch with a barely two month old Abigail lying on his lap. She was awake and squirming. When Nick's left hand was about to gently tickle her stomach, she grabbed his ring finger with her tiny hand. He chuckled as she tried to pull it. She saw his wedding ring on his finger and tried to remove it, but she couldn't.

"You are so precious, Princess Abby," Nick said softly. "Yes, you are!"

She made gurgling noises and smiled at her father.

"I don't think you should take off my wedding ring, my sweet little Munchkin," Nick quietly smirked. "Your mommy gave that to me when we got married as a symbol of her eternal love to me. When you get older, you will find a guy who will give you your own engagement and wedding rings."

He picked her up from his lap and cradled her in his arms. He sang her a lullaby and gently kissed her forehead. Abigail did her favorite thing when her father's face was too close, raising her tiny hand and touching his nose. She would never do that to her mother, but for some reason she loved doing it to him.

"Hey Princess Abby, why do you like to do that to my nose?" Nick softly asked.
"I never see you doing that to your mommy's. Unless you like to pull her hair when she's holding you. So that explains why she has put her hair in a ponytail lately when it's mother and daughter time."

The Guest Room

Little did Nick know, Cynthia and Sara were in the guest room looking at the interaction between father and daughter. The two women looked at each other and smiled.

"This is one of the sweetest moments I have ever seen," Cynthia whispered in Sara's ear. "My youngest child is spending some quality time with his firstborn child."

"Gil Grissom was right," Sara whispered back. "Abigail is daddy's little girl. He dotes on her."

"I think he's had a lot practice with his nieces and nephews," Cynthia said quietly.

"He's a natural," Sara said. "My sister-in-law, my brother's wife, wouldn't let me get anywhere near my niece and nephew when they were babies. Don't ask me why she would do that. She is a crazy nut and borderline psychotic at times. I don't understand what my brother sees in her, but it is something I don't."

"You poor dear!" Cynthia said. "At least you had plenty of support during your pregnancy and after Abigail was born."

"I know," she replied. "I appreciate all the advice that your daughters, daughter-in-law and Catherine had given me. I also appreciate you taking time off from your job to be here for Abigail's birth and to help Nick and I adjust to parenthood."

"I was there when my all my Texas grandchildren were born," Cynthia said. "Abigail is my first grandchild born outside of Texas that made my presence in Las Vegas special."

The Living Room

Nick laid Abigail on his lap again and looked at facial expressions. He copied them, just like he and Sara had done in the past. When he was a preteen, teenage and twenty-something uncle, he used to observe his sisters do that with their babies. He thought they were nuts copying the facial expressions and noises their kids did. Now a first time father at age 34, he and Sara are doing it with their baby girl. If they saw what he was doing, they would have gotten back at him for making fun of them.

"When you get older," Nick said softly. "Don't tell your aunts about this or I am going to be on the receiving end of a little revenge. I don't think you want to tell Aunt Sabrina since she got it the worst from me when her sons, your cousins, were your age. She will beat me up for it. Also, don't even think of telling Aunt Heather. Although she didn't get made fun of by me as much as Sabrina did, she is still mad at me for it. My sisters and sister-in-law have forgiven me, but still keep quiet. I just hope you don't plan on majoring in psychology when you go to college. Major in physics like mommy did or criminal justice like I did. What about chemistry? Your godfather Warrick was a chemistry major, so was Greg."

Abigail just smiled, squirmed about on her father's lap and made more gurgling noises. He knew that she was still too young to understand what he told her. The last few sentences went against what he and Sara wanted to teach their daughter and any other future kid they may have. That they could do anything they wanted if they put their hearts and minds to it. Nick didn't want to deal with the consequences of the future if and when Abigail decides to take Introduction to Psychology or Psych 101 and she talks about what she learned from it to her aunts.

"You are so beautiful," Nick cooed. "I know I have said it many times since you were born, but it is true. You look like both mommy and me, but you look a little more like her than me."

A moment later, Thomas entered the living room after returning from visiting his other children and grandchildren at the hotels. He looked at Nick sitting on the couch and Abigail lying on his lap and smiled. He sat next to his son and gingerly took his granddaughter from Nick's lap and cradled her in his arms.

The Guest Room

Sara and Cynthia continue to look at the activity in the living room. If Nick found out that his wife and mother were spying on him, he'd get mad at them, kiss them or have no reaction at all. Sara looked at Cynthia and saw the older woman had tears streaming down her face.

"Cynthia, what's the matter?" Sara asked.

"I just saw my husband's soft side," she replied. "He may be one of the toughest judges of the state of Texas, but when it comes to his family, he's a loving father and grandfather. Yes, he disciplined them when needed and so did I. Look at that big lug holding that tiny infant in his arms. I know I have that camera with me, but I don't want to take that risk if he found out I secretly photographed him cradling his youngest grandchild."

"Cynthia, you should take a picture," Sara said. "However, don't do it secretly. I wouldn't want you to face the Wrath of Thomas."

"That's a great idea, Sara," Cynthia smiled. "Let's go!"

Sara waited while Cynthia grabbed her digital camera. The two women went to the living room to see their husbands and baby Abigail.

The Living Room

"Wow, this is a wonderful experience," Thomas said still holding his granddaughter. "She is a cutie."

"I can't believe this," Nick said. "My tough dad is having a tender moment holding my baby girl."

"Nicholas Anthony Stokes, I am a judge and a family man," Thomas said. "I have held all of my children and grandchildren."

"Just be careful," Nick said and his father gave him a glare. "She has been known to touch or grab noses. Well, as far as know it's only mine. Still, I should warn you."

Thomas just chuckled at his son's warning. He continued to hold his granddaughter, but she didn't touch or tried to grab his nose. Nick's warning to his dad was futile at best.

The two men were so busy talking and looking at the infant that they weren't aware of two women approaching them. The older woman was wielding a digital camera.

"Thomas, Nick, say 'tiramisu'!" Cynthia shouted happily.

"Mom, what the hell are you doing?" Nick asked sharply.

"Just getting a moment caught on camera," Cynthia said. "Come on, guys, smile or you will ruin the photo."

"Tiramisu!" the men shouted and smiled as Cynthia snapped the photo.

"Cynthia, can you get one with Nick, Abigail and me?" Sara asked.

"I sure as hell can," Cynthia beamed. "Thomas, hand the baby to either Nick or Sara. I want to capture a family moment."

Thomas placed Abigail back in Nick's arms and got off the couch. Sara immediately took her father-in-law's spot. Cynthia took the photo of the young family. Nick and Sara were smiling. Abigail enjoyed the moment in her father's arms.

Sara looked at the clock and nearly panicked.

"Guys, we have to be at Warrick's place in two hours," Sara said. "He is cooking dinner for us. Catherine, Grissom and Lindsey will also be there."

Nick and Sara got Abigail ready for the dinner at Warrick's. They left her in the crib temporarily so they could get themselves ready. After they were dressed up, they went to Abigail's room. Sara picked her up while Nick got the diaper bag and baby carriage. They met his parents at the entranceway and left the apartment for a night of fun at Warrick's place.

TBC