Three More Weeks!

Aimee sighed heavily as she tried to swing her legs around and tried to stand up from the couch. It was one of those days she was sick of being pregnant. It was still three more weeks till her recently revised due date. Having her husband today was a relief. Not only was it was nice to have him around for her but she enjoyed hearing Cheyenna play with her dad.

"That was a heavy sigh," Horatio said, entering the room. "Need some help, my darling?" He took her hands and carefully pulled her to her feet.

"Thank you," she said, kissing his cheek.

"No problem, babe. I'm gonna go and pick the other lil' munchkin up from school and get the stuff for dinner. I'll take Cheyenna with me. You want anything?"

Aimee shook her head.

As hard as being pregnant was her today Aimee told herself she was most likely having an easier time than Calleigh would in just a few months. Two weeks prior, the doctor had detected not one but two heartbeats.

Twins.

It was too early to tell the genders or the type of twins they were having. But that didn't stop the couple from being ecstatic. And they had every reason in the world to be, Horatio and Aimee thought. However it was going to be interesting to see how the couple were going to adjust to having two newborns in the house, especially as first-time parents. Even if Aimee only had one infant (their baby son would be six months old then) at home, with a toddler and a preschooler as well, both would be able to relate to parental chaos, however joyous it was.

Her being just weeks from giving birth Horatio was adamant with Aimee that she not bathe the girls, being she had lift them in and out of the tub. That wasn't only because of the possibility of her injuring herself but he want her using what little energy she had needlessly. He would do it when he got home and if it was too late a dirty face never killed anyone. The first few days he asked this of her, Aimee ignored her husband. She wasn't sure exactly why, maybe it was because she thought Horatio should just be able to enjoy the remainder of the day with their daughter or maybe it was just her stubborn streak, wanting to prove she could still look after all of the children's needs while so close to giving birth again.

Right away she discovered that Rachel and Cheyenna viewed any time with daddy as quality time. She smiled at the sound of their dual giggles when Horatio was giving them a bubble bath. The girls would run to their bedrooms to pick out their pajamas when Horatio told them he was filling the bathtub. They liked the independence of being able to pick out their clothes. By nine p.m. she had a some "me time" and now the kids were asleep and Horatio was all hers.

"You're an incredible dad, you know," she said, snuggling into him when he settled next to her in bed. "They adore you. And I adore my husband."

After his wife fell asleep, Horatio's mind drifted back to when his and Aimee's relationship started to become serious at three months.

She knew some of his troubled past then but not all of it, as much as he had never felt some much for any other woman before, Horatio was terrified that if she got to know everything about him and his past that she wouldn't love him. Aimee sensed that when he started to give very obvious scared reactions when he thought she was going to find out deeper secrets from his youth.

"You think if I got to know you that I wouldn't love you," she said taking his hands into hers, looking into his eyes. "that's not the case and even if it was, please let me be the judge," she said, kissing him softly.

Horatio shallowed hard, trying to shallow the emotion building up inside. But it didn't work; a single tear spilled down his cheek.

"Okay," he whispered.

Horatio Caine was definitely not a music expert but when he heard the song "Halo" by Beyonce months before they started planning the ceremony to renew their wedding vows he wanted it played for their first dance. Aimee was intrigued when Horatio asked if he minded if he picked out the song—and kept it surprise till the moment.

She let him figuring it would be something very special.

And it was. She bawled when it started to play at the reception.