So...
"No idea when you guys are gonna tie the knot, yet?" Aimee's brother, Andy asked.
"No, big brother," Aimee laughed. "He asked me two weeks ago. And don't you know how picky us brides can be? How everything has to be perfect?"
"Oh yeah. I'm expecting you to be a real bridezilla. People better watch out!
"The lil guy told me 'bout wantin' a sister. You two working on that, yet?" Andy inquired.
Horatio was working late on a Friday evening and Aimee and Kyle were having dinner at her parents' house. Andy was also invited. Kyle was out in the backyard playing with his poppy, Trey.
"I don't kiss, or do other things and tell," Aimee smiled.
Technically, the couple weren't "working on" that, yet, though they found themselves being much less mindful of birth control in the recent days. When she and Horatio started to talk about having more children Aimee wasn't sure why but she wasn't expecting him to to enthusiastically say he wanted to have a daughter. He looked forward to the daddy-daughter relationship. Aimee was very close to her father, Trey. She was looking forward to seeing that relationship between Horatio and any future daughter they had.
It was obvious that Aimee and Horatio had to be married for her to apply to adopt Kyle. The process had its importance but it was just a formality.
She was already Kyle's mommy.
"You know," Aimee's mother said. "You guys could have a baby before you got married."
"Is that a suggestion, an order or just a comment?" Her daughter asked.
"Take it however you want. But we do like Kyle's idea "
"I bet you do. He told you, too?"
"I think he's telling everybody. Even Bailey."
Bailey was the Michaels family's golden lab. He was a year old. Kyle could come over and play with the dog whenever he wanted. This seemed to satisfy his desire for a dog right now. The little boy wasn't too keen on going home but when Aimee told him that Daddy would be there by the time they got home at 7:00pm he was okay with it.
"He's there!" Kyle said, excitedly, seeing Horatio's hummer in the driveway they drove down their lane.
"See? Mommy doesn't lie," Aimee said smiling in the rearview mirror.
Well, sometimes she did. But it was one of necessary parental lies, little white ones to make daily life easier.
Kyle could be as quiet as his dad when he moved, when he wanted. He snuck up around the corner of the bathroom doorway when Horatio was brushing his teeth. Not even Horatio heard him.
"BOO1" The boy exclaimed, jumping out from around the corner.
Horatio jumped, almost bitting both his tongue and toothbrush in half. But he laughed.
"Kyle. Hey partner. You have a good time at nanny and poppy's house?"
"Yeah!"
He told his father that he had mac and cheese, he even ate some broccoli when it was mixed with the dish.
"Good job."
Aimee laughed at Horatio's complexion when she saw him.
"He managed to frighten you, huh?" She wasn't sure if that was even possible.
He did," Horatio said, kissing his fiancee's lips lightly. "Did you send him in to do that?"
"No," Aimee grinned. "But I did always wonder whether it was possible. Now I know."
"Sneaky woman," he said, gripping Aimee's ribs, her ticklish spot, on purpose.
In bed that night, with the bedroom door locked, Aimee told Horatio what her mother had said about a second grandchild.
"Anxious, huh?" He said.
On the next episode...wedding preparations begin and Julia returns to Miami.
