Remember those adult themes I mentioned? Brief moment here.

To the reader with the pen name ajay1960- It wasn't just you and I understand where you're coming from. : ) I was more worried about myself coming off as sounding like Oliver being deaf was a tragedy. I completely understand your point of view as a mother. Happy reading. : )


Peaches and Dogs


Horatio walked into his daughter's condo, greeted by the sound of his grandson's cries. He immediately walked into Oliver's bedroom and lifted the small baby into his arms. He changed his diaper and carried him into the kitchen. Horatio searched through the cupboards, trying to figure out what to feed Oliver. He climbed the stairs and tried to find his daughter to figure out what was going on.

"Jessica?" Horatio called out as he rapped on the bedroom door. "Jessie Bug?" He turned the knob and opened the door.

There were Ryan and Jessica, in bed together. Ryan was handcuffed to the headboard with a gag in his mouth, a cock ring wrapped tight around his large length, and a leather collar with metal spikes around his throat. There were red marks all across his torso and the beginning signs of bruises. Jessica sat atop his hips, wearing a skimpy corset and tiny thong with black heels. She held a riding crop above her head in a lace gloved hand. They froze and stared at Horatio, who seemed to be frozen in place himself.

"Dad!" Jessica screamed, "Shut the door!"

Horatio grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door shut. He stood in the hall, too shocked to move. He finally found his footing again and walked back to the kitchen.

He set Oliver in his highchair and grabbed the first jar of baby food he could find. He grabbed a spoon and quickly uncapped the jar of peach mush. He sat a chair in front of Oliver's highchair and tried to coax the wailing baby to eat. Nothing seemed to work and Horatio was becoming frustrated and worried about his grandson.

Oliver's cries eventually began to calm and he stared at his grandfather with his big blue eyes. Horatio held out the spoon filled with something orange that was supposed to taste like peaches but Oliver turned his head away. Horatio sighed and leaned back in the chair. Oliver stared at him and mimicked Horatio's stance.

Then Horatio got an idea. He leaned forward and watched as Oliver mirrored his every move. He held the spoon to Oliver's mouth but the small boy turned away again. Horatio then brought the spoon back to his own face and popped it into his mouth. He ate the peach mush and watched as his grandson processed what he just observed. Oliver opened his mouth and leaned forward again. Horatio easily spooned the orange goo into Oliver's mouth and the little boy ate it. He smiled at his grandson and Oliver returned it with one of his own.

It took some time and a few more bites of peach mush for Horatio to finally get Oliver to eat the entire jar.

"You were hungry, weren't you little guy?" Horatio asked him as he lifted Oliver from his chair.

Oliver looked up at him and opened and closed his mouth, no sound emitting from his vocal chords.

Horatio looked at the jar on the counter and pointed to it.

"Peaches," he signed.

Oliver watched him and almost perfectly imitated him.

"Peaches."

Horatio smiled and touched his grandson's cheek. Oliver mimicked him, stroking Horatio's cheek with his tiny hand. Horatio held his large hand over Oliver's small one and pressed it to his cheek.

"Grandfather," he signed to his grandson.

"Grandfather," Oliver repeated.

Horatio carried Oliver to the living room and Oliver squealed with delight at the sight of Lucy sleeping. Horatio knelt beside Lucy and touched her head.

"Dog."

Oliver patted Lucy's head and smiled.

"Dog," he repeated.

Horatio touched Oliver's chest and smiled.

"Ollie," he finger spelled.

Oliver smiled and made an O with his small hand. Horatio smiled at him and held his grandson close, feeling his heart warm with delight.

Jessica and Ryan came rushing down the stairs, their clothes wrinkled and hair still a skewed.

"Uh, hi Dad," Jessica awkwardly said, trying to tame her hair into a ponytail. "We didn't know you were coming over."

"Otherwise you wouldn't have had such extreme make up sex after your fight yesterday?" Horatio chuckled.

Both Jessica and Ryan's faces flushed.

"Um, we didn't hear Oliver," Jessica tried to continue on. "Was he crying?"

"Yes, and quite loud, too," Horatio explained.

"Yeah, the baby monitor receiver in our room, the batteries apparently died," Jessica quietly said. "I'm really sorry about that."

"It's ok, Bug," Horatio said, "These things happen sometimes."

Oliver patted Horatio's chest and Horatio looked down at his grandson.

"Grandfather," Oliver signed to him. Horatio smiled and nodded his head. Oliver turned and pointed to Ryan and repeated his sign. "Grandfather."

Horatio frowned and shook his head. "No, father," he signed.

Oliver looked back at Ryan and repeated the sign. "Father." He looked at Jessica and signed again. "Father."

Horatio shook his head and frowned again. "No, mother."

Oliver smiled and looked at Jessica. "Mother," he eagerly signed. He looked at Lucy. "Dog," he signed. He touched Horatio's cheek again and signed "Grandfather." He patted his own chest and held up an O.

Jessica and Ryan walked towards their son, stunned at what they just witnessed.

"Did Ollie just sign?" Jessica quietly whispered.

Horatio proudly smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, he did," he said.

"When did he learn that?" Jessica asked.

"Well I couldn't get him to eat at fist, but I figured out he was mimicking me." Horatio explained, "So I ate some of the food and he willing did so, too. Then I started signing to him and he started imitating that. I wasn't sure he understood, but just now when he was putting the signs with other objects…" Horatio's voice trailed off for a moment before he found it again. "I think he understands. I think he's putting the sign with the object. He even knew the letter O went with him."

Jessica gently touched her son's head and stroked his hair. Oliver smiled at her. "Mother," he signed. Tears welled in Jessica's eyes as she nodded her head. Oliver smiled and chuckled in his funny little voice. Jessica leaned in and kissed her son's forehead. She held up her hand, knowing her son probably wouldn't understand the sign, but she didn't care.

"I love you," she signed.

Oliver smiled at her and mimicked the sign. "I love you."

Jessica smiled at him and nodded her head. Oliver squealed with delight and reached out to her. She held him close and felt Oliver bury his face against her neck for a moment before he looked around the room. He smiled at Ryan and signed "I love you," to his father.

Ryan couldn't hold back the tears any longer. He returned the sign to his son. Oliver reached out and grasped Ryan's hand, feeling his fingers and the way the sign felt in his hand. He suddenly pulled Ryan's fingers into his mouth and bit his pinky.

"Ouch!" Ryan exclaimed, pulling his hand away. He looked at his son with an angry expression.

"No bite," he signed, "Pain."

Oliver's large blue eyes filled with sadness at the expression on Ryan's face. Small tears formed in his eyes. He looked at his mother and flapped his hands.

Jessica held Oliver's small hand, balled it into a fist and rubbed it across his chest in a clockwise circular motion. "Sorry," Jessica signed while mouthing the word.

Oliver looked at Ryan with a sheepish face. "Sorry father," he signed.

Ryan and Horatio stared at Oliver in shock.

"He just said a complete sentence," Ryan said, his voice cracking ever so slightly. "He put the two signs together."


"Mother, father, aunt, dog, grandfather," Oliver signed, pointing to different objects and people in the room.

Yelina smiled and clapped her hands when Oliver correctly labeled her.

"Oh he's so smart!" she happily exclaimed, "What else can he say?"

Jessica knelt down to where Oliver was sitting on Horatio's couch.

"You want drink?" she signed.

"Yes, milk, please," Oliver responded.

Yelina gasped in surprise as Oliver continued to sign to everyone.

"How did he do that?" she asked. "I don't even know what he said."

"He's picking up quickly," Horatio explained as he walked into the room. He handed a bottle of milk to Oliver who smiled up at him.

"Thank you, grandfather," Oliver signed.

Horatio smiled at him and kissed his forehead. "You're welcome," he responded.

"He understands that certain signs belong with certain objects," Horatio explained. "I'm not entirely sure he knows what he's saying, but I think he gets the general idea."

Yelina knelt before the small child and smiled at him. "Such a bright young boy," she quietly said, stroking his hair.

Oliver smiled at her and reached his hand out for hers.

"He seems to understand when someone's saying something nice about him based off facial expressions," Jessica commented

"My goodness," Yelina quietly said, "He's so intelligent."

"Yeah, kind of like his grandfather," Jessica said, smiling at her father.

Horatio smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "A lot like his mother, too," he whispered.