A/N: It's Adama Time! Jude brings her daddy to Grandpa Joe's house, and Tauron Fun ensues... Enjoy the Cherry Cake!

CHAPTER 6

"Okay, Nugget- here we go. Brace for impact."

As Bill Adama stood outside his father's home, with his nearly 2mo old daughter tucked snugly in the crook of one of his arms, the man did not feel like an accomplished former admiral of the Colonial Fleet, but more like the ten year-old kid that he used to be.

On one occasion, decades in the past, Bill had brought home a tiny kitten, secreted inside his jacket, only to be caught in the act, and grounded for a month.

But Jude Persephone Roslin-Adama was no kitten, and was to be welcomed greatly, and anticipated with nothing but love and affection by her paternal family.

Still, her daddy Bill, felt like a guilty little kid, as he rapped on the front door to Joseph Adama's home.

The tidy brownstone on the tree-lined street, was the closest it came to an apartment building in Caprica's Little Tauron, on the Shore.

Joseph Adama's home was ironically sandwiched between his two former wives- Shannon, mother of Bill's older siblings, Tamara & Willie- and Evelyn, Bill's mom.

Talk about keeping the family together...

God surely had an interesting sense of humor, for sure!

The thought put a smile on Bill's face, just as the front door opened to reveal his father, THE Joseph Adama.

"It's good to see you, Son."

Bill nodded, then just as he was about to reply, his father did something that completely shocked him.

Joseph Adama openly hugged his son, and granddaughter.

"I'm so happy that you're here," the man said with choked emotion.

Then, before Bill could even reply, Joe plucked the baby from his arms, and immediately carried her inside the brownstone.

Bill didn't know whether to be pissed, or amused.

With a gentle huff, he too, entered the home, and was taken back to his own younger days.

The place was warmly lit, and smelled like delicious spices- as traditional songs of their heritage played quietly in the background. It felt welcoming, and good, and Bill found himself smiling without even thinking.

But the sight of his father, dancing with Jude, in the middle of the living room, gave him extreme pause.

"Is he alright?"

Tsattie Ruth had just come from the kitchen, and joined Bill in the traditionally decorated space. She nodded, as she wiped her hands on her apron.

"He's been looking forward to this day, since you agreed to come," Ruth explained.

Bill had never seen his father so happy.

As if she'd read his mind, the woman tsk'd good naturedly. "It was the same when you were born. One would have thought a child had never been born, until his Little Bull. He adored you so!"

Bill's face reddened. He had vague memories of Joseph Adama as the doting father, foolishly in love with his young son.

Play wrestling on a shag rug...

Hunting sand crabs on the beach in Qualai..

Reading at least five books before bedtime...

There had been good times- so many in fact. That is, until life happened.

"You may have to leave her here," Ruth said of Jude. The baby was being gently dipped by her grandfather, in a dramatically lighthearted finish to their dance.

Bill nodded as he joined Tsattie in applauding the dancer and his tiny partner.

The baby wore a lavender dress, with frilly pink panties over her diaper. The outfit complemented her pink diamond earrings, which her grandpa actually loved, despite her mommy's worry.

"She's perfect," Joe declared as he held Jude to his chest, just above his heart. He held the baby perfectly, supporting her fuzzy red head with one of his hands, while cupping her tiny bottom with the other.

"Laura and I think so, too," Bill replied warmly.

Joseph Adama actually grinned. "Where is my daughter-in-law, anyway?"

Bill braced himself, in order to defend his wife. He'd asked Laura to join them, but she said that he and Jude needed to have this time with the Adamas.

There was talk that she might have her former assistants, Tory and Maya, over for a get-together, for something called a Spa Day, but Bill wasn't going to share that.

"Home, but she'll be here next time," Bill promised.

"Better happen, or who else is gonna help me beat your old man in Triad?"

The owner of the new voice, Samuel Adama, had just arrived at his brother's residence, and looked as roguishly handsome as ever. Like Bill, Sam had come to the gathering without his partner. Apparently, like Laura, Larry had thought this needed to be a blood family event only, and decided to stay home.

Bill embraced his uncle, and the two men went toward the kitchen for a beer.

By then, Ruth had returned to tend to put the finishing touches on several Tauron specialties. Bill's half siblings, Tamara and Willie were there, and both embraced him warmly.

It was still strange, to Bill, to have a sister and a brother- having been raised as an only child. But since his arrival to the Shore, he'd gotten to know them both quite well, and loved them immensely.

Missing from the gathering, was Evelyn Adama.

Bill's mother was on good terms with his father, but thought that Joseph deserved to have this moment with his children and Jude, all to himself. She loved her son and granddaughter more than anything, but there was plenty of time- all of Eternity, to be with them...

Now was Joe's time to enjoy his children- happy, together, and finally all under one roof.

"Is Dad still monopolizing Jude?"

Bill grinned at his namesake brother. "I'm afraid so."

Tamara laughed, then elbowed Willie in the chest. "Let's go see if we can steal her away. With two of us on the job, you can distract him while I go in for the goods!"

Their Tsattie snorted at their plan, which was classic Ha'la'tha, while tending to her bubbling sauce on the stove.

Bill and Sam took turns hugging the beloved woman, before going for their beers. Ruth got one, too, and the three toasted to the moment- and Jude.

To Bill, it all felt the way being with his family should have...

Warm and loving and very, very good.

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Ruth's home cooking was as delicious as ever, and did not disappoint. She made many of Bill's favorites- including baked eggplant, spiced noodles, and of course- cherry cake.

They ate, drank, and laughed much. Jude slept soundly throughout their meal, but once it was over and the dishes were cleared, the baby woke and made it widely known that she was ready to eat as well.

Bill jumped to attention to fetch the bottle that Laura had prepared for their girl. It, along with a few other baby supplies like diapers and an extra change of clothes for Jude, had been packed in a small bag that Bill brought with them.

Joseph noted his son's dedication to Jude's care, and smiled to himself.

He'd heard it from Evelyn, who got it from Laura's mother Judith, that Bill had once nursed Jude on his own...

Such knowledge did not make Joe think less of his son- in fact, it made him respect Bill greatly.

Jude was taking the bottle like a little pro, and her daddy was quite relieved. Bill saw his own dark blue eyes looking up at him, as he gazed down at Jude, as she laid in his arm. She was the best thing he'd ever done, and he had no idea how he ever got so lucky as to be blessed with her.

"I felt the same," Joseph Adama said gently, as he joined his son in the relative quiet of the living room. The others of their family were squeezing into the galley kitchen of the brownstone, no doubt in order to give them the moment alone. "My world collapsed when I lost Tamara and Willie, but then you were born- and everything was wonderful again."

For awhile...

Bill nodded with emotion. His father was seated across from him, on the corner of the coffee table. Joe's hands were braced on his thighs, and for a moment Bill was taken back to his own childhood.

Even when things were very good, there was always a tinge of sadness to his father.

Thank God, it was gone in Elysian.

"You're doing everything right, Son."

"Thanks, Dati."

Bill's use of the affectionate for his father, surprised him- and Joe. Bill hadn't meant to do it, it just happened, and it caused both men to blush.

When Jude finished her bottle, her grandpa offered to burp her. Joseph threw a towel over his shoulder, then held his princess to his chest. Moments later, Jude belched loudly, and it caused both of the men to chuckle.

"She's a Tauron, for sure!" Joseph declared proudly.

Bill was about to correct his father, that Jude was neither Tauron or Caprican. If anything, she was Elysian- but in the end, it was all semantics.

Jude Persephone Roslin-Adama was her own person...

Perfect, just the way that she was.

Much later, as Bill and Laura laid in bed together, with their daughter between them, such a sentiment was echoed by Jude's loving parents.

"It was tough, but Joe gave her over, in the end."

Laura hummed as she pictured her father-in-law, with Jude. He was going to spoil her rotten, that was for certain.

The baby squeaked on cue, as if answering. She'd had a very big day with her daddy's family, and had been rewarded upon her homecoming with a bath of lavender scented bubbles, and milk from her mommy's breast.

She now was ready for nighttime sleep, safe and warm, and with her loving parents nearby.

Laura scooped up her daughter, and laid Jude in her bassinet. She pressed a kiss to her sweet forehead, and then the baby was out like a proverbial light.

Bill husked warmly, as Laura rejoined him in their comfortable bed. She was dressed in an ivory colored chemise and matching panties, but not for long...

"Before we left, my dad asked if we could make him another grand-baby."

Laura hummed as she played with the drawstring of her husband's pajama bottoms. He was bare chested, and she kissed his warm tan skin, lovingly.

"I don't think such a thing can happen... even on the Shore."

Bill frowned a bit, until his wife's lips met his.

She hummed against him, then whispered, "But that doesn't mean we can't have fun trying..."

#TO BE CONTINUED#