"Really? Your Momma liked to sing, too?" Maddie asked. "Grandpa sounds funny when he sings." She said with a giggle. It was always funny when he tried to sing. He wasn't as good as Momma, or even Daddy, but it was still fun when Granppa sang.
Horatio listened in close when Maria started to talk about her mother, as he always did whenever she talked about her family at all. Because he loved hearing about them - about her brother, about her father, about her mother and her grandparents, too. He could tell how much Maria missed her mother, just like he missed his own, but he knew, he knew from everything she's told him about her, from everything Nick, too, has said that she was an incredible woman and an incredible mother. He was sure his mother would've loved Maria and he hoped, he hoped her mother would've loved him, too.
"Is that also where your taste in music came from? Your mother?" Horatio asked, knowing she had a love for the classics and oldies like he did. That was how she grew up, what she grew up listening to, and he wondered if a big part of it was her mother. It was also Horatio wanting to know more about her, wanting to know more about her family history in general. He knew some already, of course, including from Nick and his family tree, but there were still details he didn't know, simply because it never came up, just like there were things she probably didn't know about his family history. Not because he didn't want to share it, but simply because it just hadn't come up.
He just chuckled hearing Maria's comment about how he could sing, flashing her a grin as he returned to their side, which widened when she asked about him wearing a shirt. "I'll have one on, but if it gets too hot, I'll take it off. So I guess I should put some sunscreen on just in case." More often than not, he usually ended up discarding his shirt, either because it got too hot or he was getting into the water, so maybe he'd just leave it in the house this time. "Well, if she's wearing a dress I think she'll be okay."
Maddie frowned a little. "Does that mean you're not gonna come in the water with us if we go in, Momma?" But then she remembered, she needed to go change! "I'm gonna go get ready!" Then she was running out of the kitchen, eliciting a chuckle from Horatio.
Once they were alone, he turned to Maria and held out his hand to her to help her up from her chair. "If you want me to leave off the shirt, sweetheart, all you have to do is ask." He teased with a flirtatious grin, which widened as he licked his lips, licking her up and down. "No swimsuit? Are you sure?" He asked, feigning disappointment, but he was only kidding. He wanted her comfortable and he knew because of how big their son was getting, that her old swimsuit might not fit as well, just like some of her pants and shirts. "But I'd like to put it out there that if you do go shopping for a new one," his voice quieted a little as he leaned in, deepened even, that voice he used when his words were meant only for her. "I want to be there." then he kissed her - soft and slow, but passionate.
Then he pulled back, licking his lips as though to let the taste of her linger on his tongue for as long as possible. "Shall we?" He asked with a grin, threading their hands together as they headed into the bathroom to change.
