Three to Tango

Title: Butterfly Kisses

Disclaimer: We still don't own anything except for Savannah.

AN: Thank you to all who have reviewed the story. This chapter is a bit more lighthearted. I don't think you will need tissues for it. :D

There's two things I know for sure

She was sent here from heaven

And she's daddy's little girl

As I drop to my knees by her bed at night

She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes

And I thank God for all the joy in my life

Oh but most of all

For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer

Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair

Walk beside the pony daddy it's my first ride

I know the cake looks funny daddy but I sure tried

Oh with all that I've done wrong I must have done something right

To deserve a hug every morning and butterfly kisses at night

Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle

The next year went remarkably quick for Sara, Nick and Savannah. Sara decided to keep the house and Nick "officially" moved in. He moved his stuff out of storage and into his room (which was the guest room). Sara went back to work after 6 weeks of maternity leave. Because of the cost of daycare, Sara and Nick rearranged their schedules so that Sara was working part time and the nights she worked Nick was off to take care of the baby. Plus, Grissom made sure that they both got one night off a week together so that they could have "family" time.

Hank's parents came and visited right after Savannah was born, they also came for Christmas and Easter. They loved spending time with Savannah. Nick's parents also came to visit from time to time. They spoiled Savannah rotten like she was their own flesh and blood grandchild. At one point, Sara questioned them on it, she was told in no uncertain terms that Savannah was "their grand-daughter and they were going to spoil her".

With Savannah's first birthday quickly approaching, Sara was desperately trying to get the house picked up. Sara and Nick were planning a huge party for Savannah and both Nick's parents and Hank's parents were flying in for the occasion.

Sara was sitting on the couch watching TV waiting for Nick to come home from work. Savannah was walking around the coffee table, hesitantly, keeping one hand on it for support. Sara smiled at her baby; she couldn't believe that she was almost a year.

Sara had spent the day trying in vain to get Savannah to say "mama". Doctor Ross had told her that Savannah would talk when she was ready and not to rush it, but Sara was anxious to hear her daughter's first words.

She heard Nick pull into the driveway and the engine turn off. Nick opened the door to the house and came in.

"Where's my princess?" He said shutting the door and looking for Savannah.

"Dada" Savannah said while running (as fast as her little legs would allow her) to Nick.

Sara and Nick's mouths dropped. Savannah had just said her first word and walked (well ran) without the support of a person or inanimate object. Nick scooped her up and held her close.

"What was that angel?"

"Dada"

Nick smiled at Sara, who got up from the couch and went to them.

"Savannah, mama" Sara said.

Savannah smiled, "dada".

"Mama"

"Dada"

"You love your daddy don't you baby?" Nick said. Savannah giggled and buried her face into his chest.

"That's not fair. I've been trying to get her to say mama all day and you come waltzing in and suddenly its 'dada'" Sara said angrily.

"What can I say; she's a daddy's girl. Aren't you princess?" Nick said.

Savannah smiled and snuggled closer to Nick.

"See, she loves me." Nick told Sara.

"Yeah, well, she's not the only one" Sara replied without thinking.

"Oh really" Nick's eyebrows went up.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Yep, you did." Nick carried Savannah to her playpen and set her down. He handed her the stuffed pig Grissom gave her. "Here play with Ms. Piggy while daddy talks to mommy."

"Dada" Savannah said.

Nick leaned over, "maybe you should learn to say mama, you know make her happy, get her off my back."

Savannah laughed and began to play with Ms. Piggy. Nick made his way back over to Sara who was busy getting stuff together. She was also rambling.

"This house is a mess. Your parents are going to be here soon. Hank's parents are going to be here in an hour. What on earth was I thinking? Letting them spend the night here. We don't have enough rooms! Not to mention that the rooms are a complete mess!"

Nick puts his hands on her shoulders, spins her around and kisses her.

Savannah starts clapping from her playpen. Nick and Sara pull apart and look at her. Savannah just smiles.

Nick shook his head, "no boyfriends for you" he said.

Sara slapped him on the arm, "Nick!"

"Okay, fine, she can have a boyfriend…when she's thirty"

"Nick Stokes, you're horrible."

Nick smiled, "that's why you love me."

Sara wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close to her.

"The last year and a half has been really hard for me. I was dealing with being a mother and a widow. There were times that I didn't think I was going to survive the sadness, but you were always there for me. You gave me strength when I had none. When I read Hank's note encouraging me to open my heart up to love, I didn't think I could. Even though he was telling me too, I felt if I did I would betray him somehow. Eventually I realized that he wanted me to fall in love again. I know that if things had been reversed, I would have wanted him to find someone." Sara paused before continuing, "What I'm trying to say Nick is that I love you. I love you more than you'll know. I can't imagine what my life would be life if you weren't around."

Nick smiled, leaned down and gave her a kiss.

"Sara, I love you. I love you so much. I want, no I need you to know, that I have always cared about it. The last year though my feelings for you have only grown. I can't imagine my life without you in it. I don't want to imagine that either. You and Savannah are my world. My family. I want to be with you Sara. I want to be your husband. I want us to spend the rest of our lives together."

Sara smiled through her tears and kissed him.

Nick smiled, "so does that mean you'll marry me?"

She smiled back, "there's tons of twenty four hour chapels on the strip, pick one."