Horatio woke up at seven. He was tired and he looked down. Ryan was clinging to his chest as close as he could;still sleeping. He smiled at him. He decided he would stay in bed for a little while.
He watched him sleep and his chest rise and fall. He loved his life and the people in it. He had the most beautiful wife he could ask for and the cutest son he ever wanted and the best people who he worked with.
One of his best friend's was Frank Tripp. He had been there through it all. He admired the way he worked and his sarcastic humor. It was now eight thirty and he was still laying there with Ryan still clinging to him.
He needed to call his wife. He hadn't talked to her in awhile. While he was making a mental to do list, someone brought him out of his thoughts. He looked down to see Ryan starting to stir.
"Good morning sunshine,"he greeted his son with. Ryan looked up at him and yawned.
"Good morning,"he responded still looking at him.
"How are you feeling,"he asked pushing the front of his son's hair back.
"Better. Not like last night."
"I love you so much boy. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you,"Horatio said picking him up and heading to the kitchen.
"What do you want for breakfast sweetie,"he asked putting him down on the counter. Ryan just shrugged his shoulders.
"Do you want some waffles,"he asked heading to the pantry.
"Okay,"he said then tried to turn around on the counter. While in the process of turning around his foot got caught in a towel that had holes in it. As he was trying to get his foot out of the hole that was around his ankle,he started to scoot backwards.
Horatio was coming out of the pantry reading the back of the waffle mix box when he looked up and saw Ryan inches away from falling off the 3 foot counter. He dropped the box and ran over to him just in time and Ryan fell in his arms.
"Baby,you need to be more careful. You could've really hurt yourself okay,"he said in a comforting voice. Setting him back on the counter he got some scissors and cut the towel off his ankle.
"Let's make some waffles." Ryan stayed on the counter and watched his dad make them and cook them. When they were done eating them Ryan asked, "what we gonna do today?"
"We're gonna go run some errands,"he replied while taking his and Ryan's dishes over to the dishwasher.
"Do we have to go to that boring place and sit at a desk and talk bout boring stuff,"he asked.
Horatio chuckled. "Yes son,we do. So I suggest that you bring something to ,let's go get dressed,"he said leading Ryan upstairs to his room. After they were both dressed,Horatio got some coloring books and crayons for him.
When they arrived at the bank,Horatio was met with a tall man with brown hair named Mark. "Hello Mr. Caine,I see you brought your son with you,"he stated.
Horatio knew where he was going. Mark did not like kids under seven years old because they were too "childish." In that case,he didn't like Ryan because he was four and didn't understand "grown up talk" as you will.
The three men went into the bank and into Mark's office. He shut the door and began talking to Horatio. In the middle of the conversation,Mark said, "Ryan."
He looked up from his coloring book and was staring at Mark.
"Ryan,can you tell me the difference between gross and net,"he asked. Horatio could feel anger start to burn with in just sat there and went back to coloring.
"You need to start preparing him for his future,"stated Mark.
"He's only we leave him out of this,"he asked,more or less demanded.
"Ah yes. I just wanted to see if he was paying attention. Anyways,I was saying,"and he continued talking for an hour.
Finally,it was time to leave. No one was more excited than Ryan.
"I don't like him,"said /Ryan while walking to the car.
"That's okay,I don't like him either,"Horatio said helping Ryan into the SUV and buckling him up then shutting the door.
"Daddy,whens mommy coming home,"Ryan asked in a quiet voice.
Horatio looked up in the mirror in the car and saw confusion in his son's eyes.
"In a couple of days she'll be back,"he responded pulling onto the highway.
"I miss her a lot.I want her to come home now,"he stated.
"Sweetie,she can't come home now. She's doing some work,"he responded. He felt sorry for his son. Ryan was to young to really comprehend what was going on.
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