Author's Note: Am I the only person who was devastated by the finale? I sure hope not. I actually cried when I saw Grissom and Sara together. It's going to be so hard for me to write this now, because I have GSR running around in my head (not inspiration, just the notion of it is taking over all my thoughts – quite literally). I'm not so mad that Sara's not with Nick as I am that she is with Grissom. Did that make sense? I mean, Sandle is better than GSR. Lemonjelly even. To be honest, I don't mind Season One Grissom with Sara, but after that, it gets a bit weird. I guess the part that makes me the angriest is that he kept rejecting her, and then all of a sudden, he wants her, and what just about makes me sick is that she still wants him! It's disgusting! So, I actually sent a comment to CBS regarding the GSR thing. I'd encourage all of you to do it. Go to the CBS website (you can actually type ladyheather(dot)com and it'll direct you right there – how cool is that?) and click "Feedback" at the very bottom. Make sure you specify that you're commenting on CSI. Let's start a revolt! Down with GSR!

Anyway, the story. I am a little unclear on the regular labour and delivery procedures and stuff, so I'm pretty much just making this stuff up. And I know that babies this premature probably wouldn't be this healthy, but I really don't feel like writing any angst. Bear with me, if you will. Thank you so much to everyone who's reviewed so far. Let's see if we can break 500 reviews on this chapter! I think the end is near for this story. Probably about two or three more chapters, but I really can't say for sure. Thank you so much to everybody who's stuck around. I owe you so much and I can never tell you how thankful I am.

To MollyMKS: Nick cuteness is the best, I'll agree. Thank you for reviewing!

To heartagram: It will, I promise. Just keep reading. Thanks for reviewing!

To jd: Of course Nick will be there for her! Because he's awesome. I'm so glad you liked it. Thanks for the review!

To CSI-wanna-be23: You reviewed twice! Cool! Everybody will be okay, I promise. That sounds like a great song. I did read the lyrics but I couldn't manage to download it. I'll consider using it, maybe in the last chapter. Thank you for your suggestion and review!

To Allie: Hey, no worries about disappearing for a while. I can understand. I disappeared for a while too. I'm just glad you're back! Sorry about the cliffie. Oh well. It's kind of fun to see you all suffer for a while! (Sorry, that was really cruel.) Anyway, thanks for reviewing!

To Cheryl: I'm really glad to hear it! It's always nice to get reviews from new reviewers. Thank you so much!

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: If I owned CSI, you can bet that I'd be Dead Body Number Two every other week.

Dr. Holmes kept checking periodically to see how far Sara was dilated. Eventually, she announced, "Okay, you're ten centimetres dilated. When the next contraction comes along, you're going to have to push, okay?"

Sara nodded nervously. Then, in a panic, she remembered something. "Wait! Didn't you say that only one of the babies is in the right position?"

"Yes, but that one is in the right spot to come out now. Is that okay?"

She nodded again, and looked up nervously at Nick, who was standing at her side, holding her hand. Suddenly, Nick could tell it was time when Sara squeezed her eyes shut in pain.

"And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!" Dr. Holmes counted as Sara pushed with all her might. The contraction ended and Sara relaxed. It was only then that Nick noticed that she had had a death grip on his hand. He didn't really care, though. She was going through labour; he could handle having his hand crushed.

A few rounds of pushing later, Nick leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "You're doing great, sweetie," he said soothingly, brushing the sweat-soaked hair off her face and stroking her hand gently.

Again, another contraction came on and Sara started pushing as Dr. Holmes counted. This time, Nick joined in (the counting, not the pushing). Finally, Dr. Holmes announced, "I can see a head!" Nick resisted the urge to look. As much as he wanted to see his baby, he wanted to stay by his wife more. "Just one more push and it'll be out," Dr. Holmes said encouragingly.

Sara pushed as hard as she could, and finally, Dr. Holmes leaned up with a baby in her arms. "It's a boy!" she exclaimed. Sara slumped back down into the bed and leaned her head back, exhausted. Nick couldn't resist any longer and he quickly went to the end of the bed. A nurse handed Nick a pair of surgical scissors and Dr. Holmes said, "Would you care to do the honours?"

"Huh?"

"Cut the umbilical cord?" Dr. Holmes explained.

"Won't that hurt them?" Nick asked. He didn't really know how that was supposed to work.

"No, it won't," she assured. Nick hesitantly placed the scissors on the umbilical cord, and snipped.

The nurse quickly took the baby and started cleaning him up. She placed him on the scale and said, "He weighs six pounds, one ounce and is seventeen inches long, a squirt, but he's okay."

Sara's contractions seemed to have stopped for the time being and she watched as the nurse handed their boy to Nick. His face instantly lit up as soon as the tiny child was in his arms. "Hey, little guy," he said in baby talk. "I'm your daddy." Sara noticed that he was a total natural on how to hold babies. Turning to Sara, Nick asked, "So is this Logan or Anthony?"

"Come here and let me see," Sara said. Nick had completely forgotten to bring the little baby over.

"Oh, right! Sorry," he said, shuffling over to her bedside, expertly handing him over to Sara. The instant Sara saw him, she fell in love with him and decided that she would give her life for him if she had to.

"That's definitely Logan," she said.

"I agree," Nick replied. "Logan Tyler Stokes."

"Nick, quick, take him," Sara said urgently. He didn't argue but was puzzled for a moment, until he saw Sara throw her head back in pain as another contraction began.

Dr. Holmes called to the nurse, "Get her prepped for a C-section, stat!" (Author's Note: I don't know if that's what they would say, but I always wanted to say it!)

The people bustling around her quickly prepared her and wheeled her gurney into an operating room, and they shooed Nick out. She didn't want him to go, and she held on to his hand for as long as she could. A nurse outside saw him and took him to scrub up so he could come inside. As the local anaesthetic they'd placed on her belly kicked in, she could hear the metal tools working quickly. She was scared, but she knew she was in good hands.

Nick came back wearing scrubs and a mask, and smelling very strongly of soap. He instantly took his place at Sara's side, taking her hand in both of his. When he saw the blood that was around her, he felt like puking, but for some reason, he didn't. Almost in slow motion, he saw the doctor reach inside Sara and pull out another baby boy, snipping his umbilical cord skilfully.

"Sara! He's out!" Nick said excitedly. Sara smiled contentedly. "He's so shrively," he added, but more in adoration than disgust.

Then the nurse took the boy and cleaned him, weighing him in the process. "He weighs five pounds, fourteen ounces, and is seventeen inches long." She approached Nick with the boy in her arms and handed him gently to him. This time, Nick remembered to show Sara. She stroked his face gently.

"Hey, baby," she said. "I'm your mama. And you're Anthony."

They had almost forgotten that there was still one more baby; they were so enraptured with Anthony. When the doctor called out, "Alright, just one more. You doing okay?" she remembered.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said.

The next few minutes were a complete blur and all Sara could remember afterward was being handed her little girl. Nick didn't even want to hand the baby to her, he was so in love with her, but he did. "She looks just like you, honey," he said to Sara as he transferred the little girl over to her.

Sara took her with a look of complete happiness. She finally had her little girl. Not that she didn't want the boys, she did. It's just that she especially wanted a girl. The doctors started cleaning Sara up and stapling closed the incision. When they were finished, Sara was sent back to her room to recuperate. The three babies headed off to the nursery with a doctor. They were all tiny, but they were supposed to be okay.

Sara fell asleep right away. Nick stood next to her bed and watched her sleep. She looked exhausted. He wasn't exactly blaming her, though. She'd just brought three babies into the world. Who could blame her for being tired? Besides, nothing she could do could make Nick think she was any less beautiful. He sat down on a chair and took her hand gently, stroking it gently. Nick was torn between staying with her and going to see their babies in the nursery. He finally decided to go to the nursery. "For five minutes only," he told himself. Sara woke up just as he was leaving.

"Hey," she said. "Where are you going?"

"I was going to go to the nursery, but if you want me to stay here, I will."

"Well, I want to go to the nursery too. Let me call the nurse." She pressed the call button and a nurse came a few moments later. Sara explained that she wanted to go see her babies, and the nurse fetched a wheelchair, helping her to get in.

Nick wheeled her through the halls and they eventually arrived at the large glass wall. They found their two boys in the second row, dressed in blue, and Ciara between them dressed in pink. Sara and Nick watched in a wonderful silence as they watched their babies sleep, each knowing what the other was thinking. Nick rubbed her shoulder gently and she brought her hand up to cover his. The soft touch between them was so loving, so gentle, so perfect. Their children cemented the love between them (not that they had any doubts in the first place).

"It must be so tiring," Nick whispered softly.

"What?" Sara asked quietly.

"Being born."

Sara tilted her head to the side, considering. "Yeah…"

"I love you," Nick said, as he kissed her on the top of her head. "I'm so proud of you." She squeezed his hand, saying the same thing silently to him. They stayed in silence for a long time, until the attending nursery nurse (Author's Note: Sorry if that sounds funny.) came out and asked them if they'd like to come in. Of course, they eagerly agreed, and Nick wheeled Sara into the enclosed room on the side of the nursery.

The nurse entered the nursery and picked up one of the boys. She re-entered and handed him to Sara. "This is Anthony," she said. "And just one second." She went back into the nursery and picked up Ciara. Handing her to Nick, she said, "She's beautiful."

"Thank you," said Nick. At that moment, Ciara woke up and looked up at Nick with her big blue eyes. Nick's heart melted at the sight. She blinked a few times and Nick stroked her cheek softly. Ciara squirmed and tried to suck at Nick's fingers.

"She must be hungry," Roberta, the nurse, said. Turning to Sara, she said, "Would you like to try breastfeeding or use a formula?"

"I'll try breastfeeding," Sara said. She handed Anthony to Roberta and took Ciara from Nick. Poor guy. He looked like he never wanted to put her down, and after only a few minutes of holding her, he had to give her up! It just wasn't fair. It was times like these (not that he'd had many) that Nick wished he could breastfeed just so he would never have to let Ciara go. Sara shrugged the gown off her shoulder and guided the baby to latch on, which she had to try a few times to do before success. But, as surely as summer follows the spring, she was eventually successful and Nick watched as his wife fed their daughter for the first time. He couldn't really explain the emotion the sight invoked in him. He was so proud that he had a girl, and happy, and nervous. This was for real, he told himself. Nick was a father to these three little people. They would look up to him, and follow his example, and fight with him, and laugh with him, and cry with him, and love him, and he would love them back with all his heart and more.

Nick was a daddy.

Author's Note: So, I know the Author's Note at the beginning was REALLY long, and I apologize. But I felt it needed to be said. But review! Please!