Ten tiny pink fingers and ten tiny pink toes. She was perfect, swaddled in a soft blanket. Her little fist curled up next to her chin as she slept; Izzie says she gets that from me. Nicole was the name we gave her and as I heard the tiny snores rumble out of her, I decided I would nickname her appropriately. I would call her Nic and much like her Aunt Meredith, she would be a small angelic girl who snored like a trucker. "She's beautiful Alex." Izzie beamed as she peered down at our daughter, sleeping soundly in her arms.

"Yeah, she is." I agree, having only ever seen one other girl as beautiful. "She's got your nose."

She smiles, tracing her finger over the baby's chin. "Yes, but she's got your mouth."

"Let's hope not, one mouth like yours is enough." Cristina plopped down in the empty chair beside the door. It was well known, babies were not her thing and it was enough that she made an effort to visit.

"Zip it Yang." Flashing a quick smirk, I noticed Lexie had walked in behind her. My attention quickly went back to the tiny bundle in my wife's arms. A perfect combination of her parents, Nicole chose that moment to make her opinion known. Her lip quivered and a second later, she was crying loudly. "See, she agrees."

Lexie's eyes narrowed. "Wow, what a set of lungs." Smiling as she brought one hand up, covering an ear.

"Just like her father." Cristina quipped, keeping up with our usual game of insults.

"She's hungry." Izzie stated. Instinctively she held the baby to her breast before pushing the materiel that covered her aside. Nicole wasted no time in taking it into her mouth.

"Like I said, just like her father." Cristina said, rolling her eyes as she hopped off the chair and turned toward the door. "Cute kid."

"Meredith said she would stop by later, she's in surgery." Lexie jumped as Cristina yelled for her to hurry up, must be some sort of knee jerk reaction. Lexie was no longer Cristina's intern, hadn't been for a while. "Congratulations, she is really adorable."

After she left, it was just us again. As I watched them, I couldn't help but think of my dad. Did he feel this way when I was born, so complete? Somehow, I doubted it. "Alex, are you okay?"

She was looking at me with concern; it was as if she knew I was thinking about my father. "Yeah." Pressing my lips to her cheek, I assured her I was more than okay. As long as I have them, I will be just fine. I finally feel like I'm home.