Re: Miami/NY;Crossover continue's....The Taylor Caine Clans
The following morning, Horatio awoke to no Calleigh. Getting up, he went downstairs to the kitchen, and found her baking. "Morning sweetheart, something smells wonderful", as he walked over and kissed his wife. "Mom, yell Destinee, do you know where my pink blouse is, the one with the white lace"? "It's in your top drawer, right under the blue one". "Thanks mom". Horatio couldn't figure it out, Calleigh was acting like nothing ever happened. "Sweetheart, are you okay"? "Of course I'm okay, yesterday is all but forgotten", she smiled. Horatio knew Calleigh was hiding something, and he also knew, if he didn't find out soon, he'd lose it. "Come on love, are you hiding something from me"? Turning to face her husband, she said......"Have a cookie handsome, they are your favorite".
Meanwhile...Marisol woke up with such a craving for a Snicker's Bar, but as she got to the cupboard, she noticed there were not any left. "Aughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", she screamed, waking Brad and the twins. Running into the kitchen Brad asked......"What the hell Marisol, it's only 6am, stop that yelling". "Who ate my last Snicker's Bar"? she hissed. Now Brad knew damn well, that he was hungry last night, but he was also smart enough to say nothing. "Christ Marisol, I don't know, let me get dressed and I'll go get you some". Looking into Brad's eyes, Marisol knew he ate it. "You, you ate it last night, didn't you"? "Now sweetheart, see, I'm going to get dressed and go get them, right now, said Brad, as he tried to hold his wife's hands from flying towards him. "Hurry", hissed Marisol.
When Brad got to the store, he ran into Tripp. "Hey Tripp, how goes it"? "Christ kid, you look like hell", said Tripp. "It's Marisol, she has screaming fit, because I ate her last Snicker's last night, and she just happened to get a craving this morning". "Ouch, I remember those days, they can become violent without their fixes, if you're smart, you buy them by the case". "I did that, the woman eats like three a day, you only get twenty-four, you know". "Well then Brad my boy, by two", laughed Tripp as he left the store. As soon as Brad got back, Marisol had the boy's eating breakfast. "Here you go sweetheart", said Brad, passing her two boxes. "Thanks, but I don't want them now, the craving is gone", she smiled. Brad stared at her, with daggers, "I can't keep up with you Marisol, you are going to drive me to drink". "You shouldn't drink and drive, you could hurt someone", she smiled. That did it, Brad stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the bedroom door.
"Mama, dada mad"!!!! "I know love, you stay here, and let mama, talk to daddy". "K mama", said Brandon. Just as she was heading to the room, the door bell rang. Opening the door, Marisol seen her mom, with a box full of goodies. "Mom, have you been up all night baking"? "No sweetheart, just a few hours, where are my grandson's, I came to pick them up". Taking the bake goods from her mom, she told her they were in the kitchen. Marisol looked at the bake goods, and thought to herself....."the only time mom bakes like this, is when she's pregnant or something is wrong, and she can't be pregnant, or can she, I mean, she's only 52, it wouldn't be unheard of". Walking into the kitchen, Marisol put down the bake goods, turned to her mom and said....."Mom, are you pregnant"? Looking at her daughter, she said with a smile....."Yes, I found out a couple days ago". "But you haven't told daddy"? "Not yet love, I was going to yesterday, but things happened". "Oh my God, are we excited about this"? "I guess we should be", said Calleigh. "Nana, we go now"? asked Brad. "Of course sweetheart get your stuff".
Once the twins had left with her mom, Marisol ran in to see Brad. "Oh my God Brad, mom's pregnant", she's pregnant", yelled Marisol. "Huh!!! Get out Mari, you're kidding right, aren't they to old to be playing house", winked Brad. "Smart ass, I can't believe it, Mom's pregnant, I need to call HJr". Running to the phone, Brad grabbed her arm....."Hold it sweetheart, you owe me, for running out this morning, to get you your fix", said Brad as he kissed her neck. "Not now", purred Marisol, as Brad hit her sensitive spot on her neck. "Yes now, said Brad as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. "You are a bad, bad boy, Mr.Swanson", giggled Marisol. "Oh yeah, you ain't seen nothing yet......and as Brad showed Marisol how bad he could be, her playful screams, could be heard throughout the house.
