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The amount of smiles Horatio got from women when they saw him pushing a stroller were always plentiful. Apparently seeing him with a double stroller with a toddler was even more endearing. Having worked a double shift, Horatio had Tuesday off. Aimee and Rachel had a "mommy and me" day at the beauty parlor, getting manicures, pedicures and hair-dos. Horatio was taking Cheyenna and Austin to the aquarium. The five were meeting up for a late lunch. The ever-prepared parents remembered to take a small snack for the girls to keep them happy in between breakfast and lunch.

Horatio was being eye-balled by a blonde woman with a D-cup and "legs up to her throat" as Aimee would say as he fed Austin his bottle at the outdoor café.

And he knew it.

Cheyenna was busily coloring on the large children's place mat.

The woman was half stood up when Aimee and Rachel entered the restaurant. Rachel immediately spotted her father.

"Daddy!" She exclaimed, running to him.

She eagerly showed him her hair, now an inch or so shorter, just above her shoulders, she had a thin braid on the left side of her head. She put out her hands and one of her sandled foot to show him her nails.

"You look so pretty, sweetheart," Horatio told her.

The blonde woman slumped back into her chair, looking very disappointed. This "sexy single dad" as she thought Horatio was, had three, not two small children.

Her face turned into a frown as she saw he wasn't a single dad.

She saw him stand and greet his wife with a smile and a kiss, still feeding the baby in his arms. Aimee touched Austin's hair and kissed his forehead after kissing Horatio.

"You look great," Horatio said to her. "But you did, before," he whispered in her ear, smiling.

When her mom sat down, Cheyenna immediately climbed in her lap and describe all the "fishies" she saw at the aquarium. She counted on her fingers how many colors they were and showed her with her hands how big or small they were.

"It sounds like you had a really good time, sweetheart," Aimee said, kissing her daughter.

Both girls enjoyed hotdogs and fries—with tons of ketchup, while their parents dined on barbequed streak and corn. Austin cooed away while the family ate. Both Cheyenna and Austin fell asleep on the short walk home. After the two were put down to nap, Eric and Calleigh walked through the front door .Eric had the day as well because he and Horatio had worked the same double shift.

Since the moment Eric found out his love were pregnant, even before they knew it were twins, he had fussed over Calleigh like she were made of glass. His fussing got worse when they were having twins and the fact Calleigh was on partial bedrest. This was getting on Calleigh's last nerve.

"You can open the door for me but I can walk through it on my own," Horatio and Aimee laughed hearing the frustration in Calleigh's tone.

Pampering was one thing, Aimee thought. But Eric is indeed going a bit over-board.

Once Calleigh "safely" seated on the sofa, which her boyfriend followed her to, Eric went out on the deck with Horatio, leaving Aimee and her alone.

Rachel had gone to her room to color.

"I just might kill him," Calleigh muttered.

Aimee smiled.

"How man y times have you reminded him that you can shoot him?"

"I've lost count," she replied.

Even Horatio told Eric to "ease up"— maybe for his own good.

"It's great you want to be there and let her know how much you care, Eric. But you don't want her to feel smothered. And it sounds like she does."

Eric sighed. "I know, H. I know Calleigh will take care of herself completely. But it's hard. I don't want anything to happen to them."

"I realize that. And believe me, I understand. But think about it this way, if Calleigh isn't feeling smothered, and annoyed with you, she'll be more relaxed and that will be good for her and the babies. Plus she'll be more appreciative when you do things for her."

"Point taken," Eric said with a smile.

When the two men entered the house Austin woke up.

"Come on, brother," Horatio said, taking Eric by the shoulder. "You get to change a dirty diaper."

Austin always had more than a wet diaper when he woke up after an afternoon nap.

"What! No!" Eric protected.

"Oh stop being such a drama-queen! It's no worse than the worst dumpster you've ever been on!"

"Oh, gee, that's a reassuring comparison!" Calleigh said, bursting out laughing hearing the exchange.