Mac was looking back and forth between his wife and daughter with his happy smile, unable to keep his eyes off the baby but unable to stop showing Stella how happy he was either.
In the back of his mind, he thought of the news that had filtered in about Grissom and Sara. They should have a baby too now, but it hadn't happened for them and that was sad. He had an idea of the feelings; he and Claire had talked about having a family, and she almost had once, but had lost the baby early on. Sept.11th had dashed those dreams for good, he thought, and he could hardly believe the dream had managed to come true after all, with Stella.
He also had thoughts like Stella had just before, that as long as he was breathing, nothing would ever hurt his family without killing him first, he'd rather give his own life than allow any harm to come to them.
He brushed a finger against one tiny hand, and the small fingers closed around his. "Strong, I can tell already. Just like her mom and dad." he said.