Author's Note: Haha. Somebody actually asked me what happened to Logan last chapter. Just to clarify, I was thinking he stayed asleep in his weird little crib/tray thing. I guess I just forgot to specify that. My apologies.

To Your Spell-Binding Lover: No, you actually reviewed twice. I can understand why it's your favourite chapter. Who wouldn't love babies? Especially Nick's babies! (Okay, that came out wrong, but I'm leaving it.) I'm sure he wouldn't really care about the hand-crushing while his wife was in labour. I wouldn't. Then again, I wouldn't ever have a wife in labour. I'd be the wife in labour. Preferably George's wife (just kidding). Whatever. Thanks for reviewing!

To Allie: Sorry for ruining it for you! Well, it's not a major plot point. (Well, it is major, but what I mean is that it's not a running thing. It's just the last few minutes.) Really sorry! Anyway, I promise that it won't keep me from doing this. If anything, it only fuels me more. Down with GSR! Thanks for your review. I'm so glad you like it!

To Cheryl: That's so sweet! I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for reviewing!

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: If I owned CSI, believe me, that last scene of the finale would have Grissom replaced with Nick and there'd be a serious lack of talk about death. And maybe I'd throw in some Starbucks Blackberry Green Tea Frappuccinos. Those are good.

Sara lay sleeping on the bed, while Nick was asleep sitting on the chair with his head over on the bed. Somehow, his hand had found its way to hers and they lay there asleep together, until a noise that was starting to become all too familiar filled the room. Ciara was crying again. She cried a lot, but she wasn't fussy. She just cried when she needed something. Sara woke up quickly at the noise, and rubbed Nick's head with her free hand. She couldn't get out of bed, per doctor's orders, so he either had to go take care of Ciara himself or pass her to Sara.

"Hey, Nick," she whispered. "Wake up." He sat up slowly, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to the light. It registered on his face that Ciara was crying, and he got up and picked her up. He laid her head near his shoulder, and placed one big, strong hand on her back. He bounced around slightly as he walked around a small section of the room, and the infant quieted down almost instantly. Sara watched jealously as she saw how good he was with kids.

A knock came at the door, and Nick said quietly, but loud enough so whoever it was could hear, "Come in."

The door opened a crack and a hand popped through holding a very familiar, very coveted commodity – a five-pound bag of Blue Hawaiian.

"Come on in, Greg," Nick said, knowing exactly who it was.

The door opened the rest of the way, and they were able to see that it was not only Greg, but Mia, Catherine, Warrick, and Grissom, all there to see the Stokes.

"Hi, guys," Sara said.

Nick still held Ciara in his arms, but gratefully took the bag of Blue Hawaiian from Greg. "Thanks," he said.

"Consider it your 'congratulations' present from all of us," Greg said. "We all chipped in. I have to tell you, that stuff doesn't come cheap."

"I know, I know," Nick said. He glanced at Sara and they recited together, "Blue Hawaiian, forty bucks a pound. Only grown a couple of times a year on the Big Island, hand-picked to perfection."

Catherine snorted, trying to suppress a laugh.

"Oh, you can laugh," Greg said. "But we all know you'll enjoy this."

"How right you are, Greggo," Nick said.

Catherine shifted her attention to the baby sleeping in Nick's arms. "Oh, how sweet!" she cooed.

"You want to hold her?" he asked.

"Can I?"

"Sure," he said, transferring Ciara over to Catherine's arms.

"What's her name?" Catherine asked.

Sara said, "Ciara Michele Stokes."

"That's very pretty," Warrick commented. "Who are they?" he asked, pointing over to the other two cribs in the room. Nick went over and picked up Logan and handed him over to Warrick. "This is Logan Tyler…" He went back over to the other crib. "And this…" –he handed the boy to Grissom- "is Anthony Nicholas."

"Those are great names," Mia commented. "Catherine, I get to hold her once you're done."

"I have dibs on Logan!" Greg said, apparently a bit too loudly. The baby in question woke up and started crying.

Warrick glared at him as he tried to calm down Logan. "Shhh…shhh…it's okay…" Eventually, the baby's crying subsided and Warrick, after a few more minutes, reluctantly handed him to Greg. "Don't wake him up," Warrick warned.

Too late. The transfer woke Logan up, but he merely stared up at Greg's face for a few moments. The two seemed caught in their own little staring contest. Logan's big, blue eyes met Greg's Hershey brown ones and everybody else's eyes were on them. Finally, a huge smile spread across Logan's face and he giggled.

"Aww, look, Greg, he thinks you look funny," Warrick said.

"Don't we all," Catherine teased.

Greg gave a pointed stare. "Gee, thanks," he said, but quickly turned his attention back to Logan. He dangled a finger in front of his face and Logan grasped for it. "He's so cute!" Greg said excitedly. Finally, Logan grabbed hold of it, and Greg was officially infatuated with the baby boy.

Catherine gave Ciara to Mia, who held the girl quietly and watched her with rapt attention. At the same time, Grissom gave Anthony back to Sara, thinking she might like to hold her own baby.

There was much baby-swapping for the next few minutes, and suddenly Grissom reached towards his waist.

"Pager," he explained. "I put it on vibrate so I wouldn't wake any of them up, just in case." He glanced at the screen and scowled. "Ecklie," he explained.

They all scowled along with him. Even Anthony squirmed uncomfortably. Grissom pulled out his cell phone and called one balding lab director by the name of Conrad Ecklie. Apparently, Ecklie liked to hear himself talk, because Grissom hardly got a word in edgewise. The CSIs all strained to hear what was going on, but they were unsuccessful. Grissom finally hung up and explained to everybody that they had a few cases to get to and they'd have to cut their visit short.

"I'm sorry, guys," Grissom apologized. "I really wanted to stay a bit longer."

"That's okay," Nick reassured. "We know that you do have jobs that you have to do."

They group said their goodbyes and departed. The room was once again quiet, and Nick and Sara made quiet conversation until a knock came at the door.

"Come in," Sara said. It was Dr. Holmes.

"How've you been feeling?" she asked.

"Awesome," Sara said.

"You're just about ready to be discharged," Dr. Holmes said. "You can likely go home today or tomorrow."

"Sounds good," Sara said. She was eager to get out of there. "Like I said, I'm feeling great, so maybe I'll leave today."

Dr. Holmes nodded and said, "I'll go collect the discharge papers." She stood up and left the room.

Sara had given birth six days ago. The babies, although premature, were very healthy and doing well. They were eating normally and had no health problems. Sara was recovering well from her C-section. The incision wasn't getting infected and the painkillers were doing their job.

Nick sat at the bedside holding Logan. The other two lay asleep in their small cribs nearby. Logan was in that state between asleep and awake, his tiny eyes half-open and his fingers grasping at the air every so often, only to cease movement as his eyes fell shut again. Nick knew that Logan was going to be a sleeper. Lately, Sara had been sleeping a lot too. Nick didn't blame her at all. Come on, she'd brought three babies into the world. Some people might say that six days is plenty of recovery time, but Nick didn't really care what they said. If she was tired, then she should sleep. That's how he saw it. End of story. Besides, even the slightest noise from any of the triplets and she was wide awake. Nick's mother had been like that too, an incredibly light sleeper. He supposed that being a mom might do that to you.

Sara snuck a glance over at Nick. He was so engrossed in Logan, he wouldn't notice. He was so perfect with all three of them. If any of them cried, all Nick had to do was pick them up and they'd instantly quiet down. Sara figured it was because he had big hands, and it comforted them. What did I ever do to deserve you? she silently wondered.

Just then, Logan started trying to suck at Nick's fingers. "Sara, I think he's hungry," Nick said, as he stood up to bring him over to her. She accepted the baby from Nick and began to feed him. Nick shamelessly watched as his wife fed their firstborn. "You're going to be a great mom, Sara," he said quietly.

"I don't know," she confided. "I'm not very good with kids."

"I don't think anyone thinks they're ready to be a parent until they actually have to do it," Nick reassured. "I know Michele really freaked out."

"Nick, I think you're the one who freaked out when Michele was pregnant. She told me you fainted."

Nick's cheeks became flushed and he tried not to smile. Clearing his throat, he asked, "What hasn't Michele told you about me?"

"A bit of stuff. What was your first word?" she asked somewhat randomly.

"Barbeque," he said with a perfectly straight face. She raised an eyebrow skeptically. "I'm serious!" he insisted. "Call my mom and ask if you don't believe me!" The mention of his mom made him remember something. "Shoot! My mom! I was supposed to call her! I can't believe it's been six days and I never told my mother that our babies were born." He quickly ran out into the hallway to use a payphone. Meanwhile, Sara finished feeding Logan and held onto him while she waited for either Nick or Dr. Holmes to come back.

Nick came back a few minutes later with an embarrassed look on his face. "That went over surprisingly well," he said. "She only went off in German for about three minutes. I was expecting five."

"Your mom speaks German?" she asked. "Just how many languages does your family speak, Nick?"

"Mom speaks German, Cisco just speaks English, all of us kids speak Spanish, and on top of that, Stephanie speaks French and so does Michele. Ethan speaks Portuguese, because he spent a couple of years in Brazil, and Silo speaks Italian."

Sara's jaw just about hit the floor. "How on earth did you all learn those languages?"

"In elementary school, over half the kids I knew couldn't even count to ten in English. Lots of them were Mexican immigrants. We all just picked up Spanish over the years. Like I said, Ethan spent a few years in Brazil, so he learned Portuguese; Silo…I don't know. She just sort of decided one day to go learn Italian, and she did. Mom actually is German, and she spoke it growing up. Stephanie and Michele learned French at the all-girls' school they went to for a while, and they kept it up because they liked us not understanding what they were saying. It's kind of funny, because Mom sometimes forgets that none of us speak German, and when she gets mad she goes off in big German spiels."

Sara laughed. "So when is everybody coming up?"

"Mom and Cisco will be here in two days," he said. "As for the rest of them, I don't know."

Just then, Dr. Holmes returned with the discharge papers in her hand. Nick took Logan from Sara, although she would've much preferred to hang onto him. "I'll just need you to sign here," Dr. Holmes said, pointing to a spot on the page and holding out a pen. Sara took the pen and signed her name. "You can get dressed now. If you have any questions, just call me." She got up to leave, and at the door, she turned around and said, "By the way, congratulations."

"Thank you," Nick and Sara said simultaneously, and with that, Dr. Holmes left.

"Well, we're finally going home," Sara said.

Author's Note: For anyone who cares, my first word was barbeque. I know that update took a long time, and I apologize. I'll try to get back into it. I just have a lot of homework lately. Anyway, a review or two would be greatly appreciated!