Not a single thought ran through Howard Wolowitz's head as he made a dead sprint up the flight of stairs to the NICU. He peered through the window at all of the tiny babies in incubators, wondering which one was his daughter. The room was dimly lit, and he clearly needed a nurse to accompany him, but that would be too embarrassing, he couldn't even tell which one was his little girl. Just then a shy young nurse, clad in candied scrubs, walked up to the clearly flustered Howard and tapped his shoulder.

"Hi, Sir, are you looking for you baby?"

"Yes," Howard responded almost breathlessly.

"Last name?" She asked, scanning the chart of names in her hand.

"Wolowitz," he replied, crooning his neck to get a better look at some of the babies inside the nursery.

"Oh," the sweet woman giggled, "She's not in this nursery, Mr. Wolowitz."

"What are you talking about? She needs to be in here! She can't breathe! She's early and tiny! She…she…she…"

"She is a four pound five ounce fighter. That little girl started breathing on her own, and by the time she reached this floor she was screaming, crying, and was perfectly healthy," the nurse relaxed his anxiousness.

"Really?" Howard smirked.

"Really, she is one strong girl. Do you want to hold her?" the woman smiled back.

"Can I?" Howard sighed.

"I'll go get her, just follow me," she guided him down the hall.

Howard watched as his helpful nurse grabbed the little, pink, waffle weaved blanket, bundle, and exited the windowed room. Time seemed to move so slow in the moments he waited to be united with his daughter. However, within the next minute the nurse was placing his beautiful baby girl in his arms. Finally, Howard was at ease.

She was perfect, everything about her was absolutely, one hundred percent, completely, and entirely perfect. His daughter was so attentive, her tiny eyes locked on his face. Those tiny beautiful, sparkling, blue, eyes, they were her mothers. Everything about her mirrored Bernie, even her petite stature. Howard began to cry as he pulled her closer to his chest. She wiggled a bit in his grasp.

"She's the tiniest one in the nursery right now," the nurse laughed.

"Ya, that's not hard to believe," Howard chuckled, eyes never leaving his daughter, "She looks just like her mother."

"Oh, does your wife have gorgeous dark brown hair too?" she asked.

"No," he replied, confused, "She's a blonde."

"Ah," The nurse walked over and removed the blue and pink hat, revealing her full head of dark hair, "She must get this from you. None of us can get over how much she has already, especially since she was early. If you'd like I'll leave and give you a chance to bond!"

Howard didn't question the woman's logic and took a seat in the chair outside. He was completely in awe of the tiny person in his arms. He also couldn't believe how observant she was, his little girl's eyes never left his face. Although they were strangers to each other, it was almost as if, in that moment, they had known each other forever.

"Hey baby girl," he sighed as her eyes focused on his, just by the sound of his voice, "you are by far the prettiest girl I've ever met…well at least tied for first with mommy. Did you know, you look just like her? Except for your hair, you get that from me, and don't ever forget that. You gave me quite a scare, beautiful. Hell, mommy is still scaring me. It's ok though, she's strong like you…we'll you're strong like her. I guess that would be a better way to put It." the little Wolowitz began to fidget and whimper.

"Hey, it's ok, daddy's here. Daddy will always be here for you!" Howard coddled his daughter, taking his index finger and stroking her cheek. A little fist popped out of the blanket and involuntarily grabbed that same finger, "Well look at you, I don't see you for an hour and you can already do that! You're a smart girl too! Beauty and Brains, another thing you have in common with your wonderful mommy. You, my sweet girl, are everything I ever wanted, everything I could have ever dreamed of and more. Did you know that? Almost all of your perfect mommy and just enough of me to balance you out, for Bubbee's sake. I know I'm not the coolest, strongest, tallest, or most attractive man in the world, but I sure as hell will try my hardest, every day to be the best Daddy out there! You're my little princess, baby girl, my perfect little princess. I just hope you will one day, understand how much I love you!" Howard placed a tender kiss on her forehead, causing her to finally close her eyes.

"There's this guy named Shakespeare," he chuckled, "you'll learn about him later, but, he said something that reminded me of you." Howard stood and began walking the hall, bouncing her gently, to get her to sleep, "He said, 'Though she be but little, she is fierce.' Wouldn't you agree? That's you!" her little eyes opened again, as a smile tiny smile played on her face. The nurses told Howard that it was probably just gas, for newborns couldn't smile. He didn't care, it was a smile to him. Howard continued to talk to her, knowing they had shared the first of many moments to come.

On the other side of the hospital, Mike Rostenkowski leaned against the wall, thinking of his own little girl. He stared blankly in to the hospital room door, waiting for someone to emerge. Still, nothing, the former officer sighed. Mr. Rostenkowski had only waited outside a hospital room once before. The day his oldest daughter was born.

Being the newest officer on the force, Mike was out on patrol the night his wife gave birth to their first child. He rushed over to the hospital as soon as he could, but being in the middle of the delivery, the staff refused to let him in. Mike patiently waited for a nurse to emerge with his baby boy, his football star, his baseball camp, his division one athlete that would take the family name to fame. Within the next few minutes a bubbly, young, intern walked toward him cuddling a tiny pink blanket. The moment he looked into his daughter's eyes, he knew she was special, and although she wasn't the son he had prayed for, she'd be stronger than any man she would meet. The father would later claim that he loved all of his children equally, but they all knew too well, Bernadette was and always would be his favorite.

Now, here he stood in the same position, waiting for her again. Mike still couldn't believe that his baby, had a baby. Although he has been a grandpa several times before, this was the most shocking of all. His Bernadette was never supposed to grow up, not now, not ever.

Bernadette was always his crime fighting partner. She loved to ride in his cruiser and wear his shiny badge. Every night, she'd wait for him to get home, and run into his embrace. She was his little girl. However, as she got older and he and his wife had more children, Mike took later shifts in more dangerous neighborhoods, to move up in the force. On those late nights Mr. Rostenkowski would sneak into Bernadette's room and find her slumped in a kneeing position, asleep, rosary in hand. He would pick her up, tuck her into bed, kiss her cheek, and tell her he was home safe. His daughter's tense body would finally relax. He knew she was praying for him.

As she and her siblings grew into their teenage years, they became so opposite. Bernadette was by far the brightest and most driven, out of all five of her siblings, not much to her father's surprise. Her younger sisters would bring home awful and disrespectful boys, but not his special girl. She didn't have time for boys, she didn't need them, she was independent.

"Don't you want to get married, Sweetheart," Her mother would ask.

"Ehh, it's not really my main priority," Bernadette would respond.

"What about children?" his wife would continue.

"Oh Goodness! No!" she would reply with disgust.

"Will you still be my little girl?" Mike would add in, simply to anger his wife.

"Will you still be my daddy?" Bernadette would giggle.

"Of course!" he would scoff.

"Then I'll never stop being your little girl!" she would reply with a kiss on the cheek.

Mike would later find out that her dislike of marriage and children, was due to the example he and his wife set for her.

He couldn't have been more proud when she graduated first in her class, with a full ride scholarship to college. Mike was in awe when Bernadette told him she wanted a Ph.D. in such a male dominated, work driven field. She was so much like him in that way, driven, focused, and independent. However, that's when everything changed, that's when she met Howard Wolowitz.

Mike Rostenkowski was hard on all of his son-in-laws, but he knew he was the worst with Howard. To be honest, it wasn't really the poor boys fault. It wasn't his fault that his future father-in-law, never thought his little girl would want to get married, especially since, she knew, he wasn't the type of son-in-law Mike wanted. No, Howard was different, better than any other boy that was brought home to him. Although he was short, quirky, and still lived with his mother, he was well educated, smart, and loved his little girl as much as he did. Mike hated it, he felt Howard was going to replace him in Bernadette's life, even more so since he actually understood her career choice, which he never could. Mr. Rostenkowski saw a glimmer of hope in his awful situation, when Howard learned of Bernadette's dislike of children. However, they compromised, like adults, and unfortunately the wedding happened.

Now, here he was waiting for his grown up baby, and her new born baby. Where had the time gone? Howard had finally convinced her to have a baby, and of course this happened. Well, this wasn't Howard's fault either, he'd never want this. Mike couldn't help but feel like the stress on the little man was partially his fault. All Howard wanted was his support, but no, he couldn't give it to him. Mike had to be his typical hard-ass self and make Howard prove that he needed it, before he gave it to him. That's when the ex-cop knew it, he wanted that bar mitzvah boy to finally stand up for himself. Needless to say, Mr. Rostenkowski held a glimmer of pride for his son-in-law, when he finally did. Howard wore the role of a father well.

"See that big man at the end of the hallway," a familiar voice echoed, "That's your Pop Pop. I know he looks big and mean, but don't worry I know he'll love you very much, especially since you look just like his baby girl!"

Mike Rostenkowski turned around to see Howard, cradling his newest grandchild. A vision of Deja vu played in the officer's head, of the day Bernadette was born. This baby was even tinier than his daughter, if that were even possible.

"You want to tag out and hold your granddaughter, Dad?" Howard asked.

"Sure, why not," He winked taking the little baby like a football.

His little grandbaby did look so much like his special girl. Same eyes, same nose, same mouth, same face, but Howard's hair, which was good, Bernadette looked bald for the first year of her life. He loved her like he loved his own daughter. Mike looked to his son-in-law, who stared longingly at the door, but still lovingly at his child, just like he did so many years ago. In that exact moment, Mike Rostenkowski realized exactly how much he and Howard Wolowitz were a like. They were hard working, family men, who loved the same girls. Who were currently worrying about the person who made their worlds go round. Their Bernadette. Mike walked over towards his son-in law and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You and my daughter sure do make a pretty baby," he chuckled, looking at the sleeping infant.

"I'd have to agree," Howard glanced with his worried gaze from the door to his daughter.

At that moment a nurse came out of the room.

"Mr. Wolowitz, we need to speak with you about your wife."