It was days like this where Nick really questioned his life choices. As he sleepily dragged himself down the hallway towards the nursery, he tried to recall why they had thought having a third child would be a good idea, the wails of little Lily echo through the house. He loved the girl but she oddly cried only in the middle of the night; she'd never shed a single tear throughout the day.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he trudged into the nursery and chuckled tiredly when he saw Five-year-old Charlie glaring at him from under the blanket. Two-year-old Walt had long left his bed to squeeze himself between Nick and Jess, now sound asleep tucked into his mother's arms.

He walked over to the crib and swooped down to pick up the crying baby, whose wails dropped down to merely sniffles. He smiled at her, rocking her gently as she started to coo at him. Her little hand reached out to tap his cheek and he kissed the inside of her palm, smiling through his exhaustion. Nothing smelled out of place, so Nick was unsure what was wrong; murmuring soothingly to her, he walked over to the window and pointed in the direction of the softly falling snow.

The baby's gaze followed the direction of his hand, and seconds later she was drinking in the sight of the white snow that slowly descended on the sleeping city. Blue eyes widening just like her mother's, she stretched her hands in the direction of the snows and laughing softly, he opened the window ever so slightly.

Crouching so he was eye level with the window sill, he gently guided her hand outside, waiting till a snowflake landed on it. She giggled as she drew her hand back and thrust it in Nick's face, grinning up at him.

Chuckling softly, he stood up again and closing the window, settled in the chair in front of it. He heard the soft sound of footsteps and seconds later Charlie had his chin resting on Nick's shoulder to look at Lily. They stayed that way for sometime before Charlie walked over to stand in front of Nick, eyes still on his sister.

"Can I hold her?" he asked, voice low.

Nick nodded and after telling Charlie how to hold her, he passed her over to him, placing his own hands right underneath Charlie's to steady his small, nervous hands. He watched quietly as Lily's slightly confused expression changed to into a smile.

"She's so tiny," he marvelled, looking up at Nick with wonder in his eyes.

Nick nodded knowingly, and watched as Lily's hand closed around Charlie's fingers. Grinning, he looked up at Nick as he leaned back in the chair, elbow on the armrest and palm supporting his cheek while he watched his children.