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Horatio reached over to the nightstand and looked at the caller ID on his cell phone. He groaned, flipped open the phone and brought it to his ear, "Horatio." He whispered, trying not to wake the person in the bed next to him.
He listened for several seconds, "I'll be right there." He flipped the phone shut and blew out a breath.
"Duty calls?" The tired feminine voiced called out from the other side of the bed.
"Sorry." He reached up and turned on the bedside lamp, and then turned on his side to face his wife Marisol.
"You sure do look pretty at three in the morning." He brought his hand over and lightly tapped his finger on the tip of her nose.
Marisol smiled, "Don't start something you can't finish Horatio Caine."
Horatio laughed and rolled towards his wife, kissing her on the lips. "Work can wait, Mrs. Caine."
Marisol pressed her finger against Horatio's lips. "No it can't." She pushed him aside. "But, I'll be here waiting when you get back." She added with a devious smile.
Horatio kissed her again, "I'm counting on it."
He slid out of the bed and walked towards the closet. "I should be back before Kyle gets up for school."
"We'll manage."
Horatio laughed. "He can be quite the handful in the morning, not wanting to get out of bed."
She watched her husband button his shirt. "Eric used to be the same way."
Horatio pulled on his jacket. "What did you do to him?"
"I grabbed him by his feet and yanked him out of bed."
"Remind me to never cross you." Horatio leaned over the bed and kissed her goodbye, "I'll call to check in, in a few hours."
"Ok, be careful." She called out as she watched him slip into his shoes and then walk out the bedroom door, she heard Kyle's door creak open and knew her husband was checking on him.
She smiled as she heard the front door open and close; she had an amazing husband and a wonderful step son that she was just starting to know.
She closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift back to sleep.
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Marisol's eyes shot open as she was ripped out of a sound sleep, she looked at the clock and realized she had only been back to sleep for little over an hour.
She listened for the noise that had woken her and threw back the covers when she heard a noise come from the bathroom across the hall.
"Kyle." She whispered as she put on her slippers and walked towards the bedroom door, she stepped into the hallway and could see the bathroom door wide open at the end of the hall.
"Kyle?" She called out as she got closer to the bathroom; she stopped when she heard the younger boy getting sick within the confines of the small room.
She wasn't sure if the fourteen year old would want her fussing over him, but as soon as she stepped into the doorway and saw the blonde haired boy leaning miserably over the toilet her mind was made up.
She reached into the closet to get a wash cloth as Kyle continued to get sick, "Poor thing."
She wet the cloth in the bathtub and stepped over to Kyle's side laying it gently on the back of his neck. The younger man startled slightly, "Where's my dad?" He asked as he laid his head against his arm and groaned.
Marisol laid a hand on the young boy's back. "Sorry, Honey. He got called into work."
A tear slid down Kyle's cheek and she wasn't sure if it was because the boy was feeling miserable or because he wanted his father.
"You think you're ready to get off this cold floor?"
Kyle pressed a hand against his stomach and then nodded his head. "Yeah, I think so."
Marisol helped the blonde to his feet and then reached over to flush the toilet. "Let's get you back to bed."
It took them a few minutes but she was able to get Kyle tucked back into bed, a glass of water on his night stand and a trash can next to the bed, just encase.
"You need anything else?"
Kyle yawned. "No." He watched her turn and walk towards the door, "Marisol?"
"Yes?" She smiled at her step son, the boy looked exhausted.
"Thank You."
"You're welcome. Get some sleep." She turned off the light and made her way down the hall and towards her bedroom.
She sat on the side of her bed and picked up her cell phone, she flipped it open and dialed her husband's number.
She smiled when his voice came over the line.
"Miss me already?" He teased.
"I always miss you." She could hear Eric talking in the background, probably teasing poor Calleigh about something.
Horatio cleared his throat. " I should be home in about an hour, and I can get Kyle up then."
"I don't think that will be necessary this morning."
"Why is that?" Horatio asked a hint of confusion in his voice.
"Kyle woke up a little while ago, sick."
"Is he alright?" The now concerned father asked.
The bed squeaked as Marisol resituated herself. "I think he'll be fine. I helped him back into bed and hopefully he'll sleep for awhile."
"I'm sorry I wasn't there."
She could hear the sadness and regret in her husband's voice.
"We're married now, right Horatio?"
"Yes, but you shouldn't haveā¦"
She shushed her husband. "Your son is my son and taking care of him is a gift Horatio, not a chore."
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?"
Marisol laughed. "I love you too."
"I'll see you soon."
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An hour later Horatio walked through the front door to his home, he took off his jacket, kicked off his shoes and made his way quietly towards Kyle's room. He pushed the door open and took in the sight of his son lying pale and restless on the bed in the room.
He took a seat on the side of the bed and gently ran his hand through the blonde's hair.
"Dad?" Kyle opened his eyes and smiled up at Horatio.
Horatio returned the smile. "Hi, I heard you weren't feeling well earlier?"
Kyle turned onto his side and frowned at the question. "Caught the flu from someone."
"From that girlfriend of yours?"
"Daaaad." Kyle whined. "I don't have a girlfriend."
"Sure, you don't." Horatio laughed and then quickly grew serious. "How are you feeling now?"
"Better." Kyle yawned, his eyelids starting to droop closed as Horatio started running his hand through his hair again.
"I'm glad you're home." Kyle reached out and patted his dad lightly on the knee, his eyes finally falling closed.
Horatio grabbed his son's hand and whispered. "Me too."
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Marisol stepped out of the shower, put on her bath robe and walked down the hall to check on Kyle. She peaked into the room and smiled at the scene before her.
Kyle was wrapped in his father's arms fast asleep, and her husband was also asleep, seated in a position that she was sure he would pay for later.
"My beautiful family." She whispered, closed the door and made her way towards the kitchen to start making breakfast.
