Horatio rolled over, coming face to face with his sleeping wife. Horatio propped himself up onto an arm and looked down at his sleeping angel. Her face was calm and she looked a peace. A small smile hugged her lips. He lifted a hand to move a strain of brown hair that had been in her face. She shifted and snuggled closer. He smiled at her, even though it had been a few months since her accident Marisol still could not sleep without him touching her. He also smiled as it occurred to him that he still woke up each night to check on her, to make sure she was still there. Tears began to weal up at the thought of losing her. In the few shorts months that they had been together she had quickly become his world. A small tear escaped and landed on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him, confusion shinning in her beautiful brown eyes.
"Horatio?" Her voice thick with sleep.
"Nothing my dear. It was nothing, go back to sleep my love." He settled back down and pulled her close to him. She sighed and laid her head on his chest.
"I love you." He whispered to her but she was already asleep.