You’re curled up on the couch next to Horatio, the two of you sharing the warmth of a quiet evening at home. The soft hum of the laptop fills the space between you as you scroll through page after page of baby clothes and accessories, each item more adorable than the last. The soft light from the screen reflects in his eyes as he glances at the cute onesies and tiny booties you keep pointing out. His arm is draped across your shoulders, fingers gently brushing against your arm as you nestle into him, the comforting presence of him wrapping around you like a soft embrace.

Every time you find something that catches your eye, you can’t help but gasp or giggle. “Look at these little socks, Horatio! They’re so tiny! I can’t even imagine our baby wearing them,” you say, your voice full of wonder. You swipe through a few more pictures, each set of baby clothes more irresistible than the last.

Horatio leans in, his lips brushing your temple as he takes in the sight of the little outfits on screen. “I think they’d look perfect on our little one,” he murmurs, his voice warm and tender. He’s always been good at hiding his emotions, but there’s a softness to his gaze that gives away his growing excitement.