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It's been a good week. It's been such a nice time, being out at sea with the family-- Especially now that all three of the kids are old enough to actually properly learn and help and enjoy.

This actual day, however, is hopefully going to be one of the best. It's always nice, after all, when he can wake his husband up with some soft kisses.

And, well, with a gentle murmur.

"Kids're gonna make breakfast for you t'day."

So Horatio should just stay in bed for a little longer rather than getting up and trying to make breakfast himself, clearly.

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"Good."

So he'll shift so they snuggle a little more comfortably.

"Love you."

"Love you."

And, nearly as much, he loves moments like this--safe and warm and snug, with the certainty that everyone he loves best in the world is safe and snug as well.

"Wanna do-- 'nything else than the usual today?"

The usual being, of course, spending time with the family-- and, in this particular case, sailing.

That deserves a thoughtful little frown.

"What could-- possibly be better than this?"

"I dunno," he hums sleepily, "Y'might've wanted to head 'n a particular direction or watched a particular movie later or something."

Never hurts to ask, he figures.

As always, Archie is being wonderfully earnest. So, as he does when he can manage, Horatio settles in for a moment and actually considers what he wants.

Part of what he wants, apparently, is to curl his husband a little closer, bumping noses as he contemplates.

"We'll see. After coffee."

“Okay,” he says contentedly, grinning as he captures his husband’s lips in another brief kiss.

“Th’coffee’s probably the one thing y’might have to— make another cup of. I’m not sure they’re quite as well-versed with the coffee maker as with everything else.”

The pleased hum from the kiss turns into a faintly bemused noise.

"They're my children."

Surely coffee had been inherited through osmosis.

That earns an amused huff of laughter.

"'s true."

"And--" just as importantly, just as wonderfully "--they're your children."

Punctuated with another light kiss.

"And you make excellent coffee."

"Well."

A soft kiss as he settles in a little closer.

"I learned from th'best."

The soft noises Horatio tends to make in place of words always feel better when they're dampened against Archie's weight.

"You learned from the needful."

"'s no difference, to me."

Not when it's Horatio.

Well, time for another kiss, clearly. And, while he's at it, for settling in again after a proper sleepy stretch.

"Can we just do this today?"

“Other’n when we’re eating breakfast? Sure.”

He certainly won’t mind.

Horatio's hum is entirely pleased.

"Might be nice."

“‘verything’s nice, when we’re together.”

Even in hard times, it’s nice to have one another— and this is certainly the opposite of hard times.

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