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Horatio had told her according to his mother he had weighed ten pounds, three ounces at birth. This had scared Aimee when she was pregnant for the first time. But after both their daughters had been born in the normal six to seven pound range when she got pregnant for the third time she wasn't worried till she were bigger than usual. The doctor wasn't overly concerned. All of Aimee's blood tests came back normal so she had asked the pregnant woman about her husband's family history. Hearing about Horatio's birth weight and after doing another ultrasound, the doctor gave Aimee a reassuring explanation.

"I can assure you're fine. But in addition to the other areas of weight in pregnancy your baby boy now weighs about six pounds, maybe a bit over that."

Aimee couldn't believe her ears. She had to ask the physician to repeat herself. The doctor saw the patient's shocked and horrified expression, knowing she had three months to go.

"But there's nothing wrong with that," the doctor said. "He's doing fine. Don't worry." She further reassured her patient that woman delivered large babies 'just fine' all the time and a big baby didn't always mean a c-section was required. "And his growth will slow down."

Don't worry! Aimee thought. You're not the one who has squeeze out a huge baby!

Horatio knew that his wife was going to the doctor about her concerns and he had asked her to call him afterwards. He needed to be sure both were all right.

He was with Calleigh in the ballistics lab when his phone rang. He excused himself to answer it.

"Hey," he answered.

"Hey," Aimee replied. "I got the tests results. They found the reason for the extra weight."

"Everything okay?"

"Uh-huh. The reason is you!"

"What?" Horatio asked, laughing. He wasn't sure what his wife meant.

"Your son is already six pounds! The doctor said it's from your genetics."

The lieutenant smiled when he hung up the phone and reentered Calleigh's lab. He let out an audible sigh of relief. Though he hadn't wanted to think that way, it had been in the back of his mind the thought that something was wrong with Aimee or their unborn son frightened him.

"Everything okay?" Calleigh asked. She knew Aimee had been to the doctor.

"Yeah," Horatio said with a smile. "Little man's got my genes for sure. He's already six pounds."

"Ow!" Calleigh said. "Were you heavy at birth?"

"Over ten pounds."

"Whoa. Your poor mother! Aimee had what, three months left? I feel bad for her."

"And what about me?"

"What about you? It's your fault! You just admitted it."

"What's H's fault?" Eric said walking in.

Calleigh told him about Aimee and the baby's weight.

"Sorry, H. I gotta agree with Calleigh on this one, and not just because I live with her. That is big. Poor Aimee." Eric didn't think Aimee Caine was all that big for a pregnant woman in her sixth month. Neither did Calleigh. "I wouldn't say this in front of H," Eric said to Calleigh when Horatio left the room. "I'm a man and even I think that entitles Aimee to give Horatio an extra few smacks in the head for that added discomfort."

"I agree. Especially as a woman," Calleigh smiled.

Aimee tried to calm her anxiety at the thought of giving birth to a large baby in three months with the knowledge her baby was healthy. That was her first priority.

In the past two days she had really begun to feel him kick and move. Horatio's eyes had lit up when he saw a foot or a fist poking out under the skin of Aimee's round belly when the two were in the shower together.

"Hello there, little man," he said, stroking his wife's belly.

Aimee smiled and kissed Horatio. Although pregnancy could be trying at times and her hormones sometimes got the better of her, her husband was always there to support and comfort her no matter when she needed him.

"I love you," she whispered to him.

"I love you, too. More than I can ever tell you."

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