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Belly Bedtime Stories

All of Caine children started hearing bedtime stories while still in mom's belly. Aimee had found Horatio's almost hypnotic from the day they met. She enjoyed listening to his voice, even if he was reading something like Goodnight, Moon to the baby in her belly.

"All right, buddy," Horatio said, placing a tender kiss on his wife's round belly. The red-head smiled seeing the form of the baby's foot as the he kicked his mother. "Time for sleep. Both you and mommy need your rest."

"Trying to get him used to a bedtime already, Daddy?" Aimee teased him.

"Never too early," Horatio smiled.

Nobody had been at all surprised at the ease which Horatio Caine took to fatherhood. Being a father had also helped him to able to do something he hadn't done since his mother died. Look at the childhood photos of himself. He had wanted to throw these out since he could remember just to help forget his mostly horrible childhood. But somehow couldn't bring himself to do so. Maybe it was the memories and the love he still had for his late mother, Roslind. In every picture with her Horatio was smiling. Most pictures he had was just of himself. A few had his mother in them. His "father" wasn't in any of them. His daughters had been told that Horatio's father hadn't lived with them. They had yet to ask anything else about the man who was their grandfather. Looking through the photos with his oldest child that evening Horatio had remembered before he become a " total carrot top" at age four, he was blonde with just hint of red in his hair. Cheyenna's hair was starting to lighten but a hint of red. Rachel still had dark hair like Aimee but with a reddish tint. He wondered if his son would be a redheard.

Far from being an additional stressor in his life, having a family waiting at home for him soothed Horatio from the things he saw on the job. Having two small kids was fun. The children's wild imaginations could make him laugh till there were tears running down his face.

Cheyenna had started sleeping in her toddler bed a month ago. Or her 'big girl' bed as she called it after she heard her parents say it. She was still in diapers, being only twenty-one months old, but she also given up her bottle. After sleeping in her new bed for a week, Cheyenna had an announcement; she wanted the crib out of her room. She told her parents this at bedtime when she was tucked in.

"And where do you want mommy and daddy to put it?" Aimee asked.

"Over 'dere," Cheyenna said, sitting up and pointing across the hall to the room that was to be Austin's nursery. "Baby bed, baby room."

"Are you sure?" Her dad asked. "You don't want us to keep it here?"

"No!" Cheyenna said, shaking her head fiercely.

Frank was telling Ryan and Horatio how the evening prior he had stopped to change a tire for a young woman. It was still blistering hot outside even though it was close to seven in the evening. The woman he hadn't minded. In fact he had found her quite attractive but the woman had her three pet Yorkies in the back of the car who didn't cease "yapping" the whole time Frank was there. The detective said he didn't know how he didn't "frickin' strangle" the dogs.

"Careful there, Frank. You might end up marryin' that woman," Horatio teased his friend."and if she got dogs, they're usually part of the package."

Aimee hadn't had any pets but Horatio knew she wouldn't have parted with any just for him.

"Oh yeah. That's how you and Aimee met," Frank said.

Horatio nodded. "So if you see this woman at a restuarant in three weeks, fate might have a surprise in store for ya."