RP blog for Original Character Maria Bloomsco. Been around the Tumblr block a few times. 18+ Only please. Please read rules and about! FC: Rachel Weisz
I've made this quick guide for the RP blog @tealeavesandthorns so that you can have a brief introduction to both Maria and my RP Rules and decide if you’d like to investigate further.
I'm not currently actively looking for new ships or writing partners. This may change but at the moment I have limited time and more than enough fabulous people to interact with.
Maria Bloomsco - Tea nerd and Bibliophile
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Maria Bloomsco - Mid 30′s-Mid 40′s - Tea nerd and bibliophile
Caring, loving, fiercely loyal. Once you're Maria's friend you're family and she will go to bat for you. Maria is a passionate lady with a tendency to ramble and babble, especially when she's nervous or excited.
Maria has been over ten years in the making and so far I haven’t found universe she can't be part of! She's incredibly versatile and each universe has a tweaked and tailored version of her
I have RPed as Maria since 2013 (possibly earlier) on tumblr (with me taking a break/deleting for a while and returning now) - previous handles have included - mariathecoffeeshopgirlrp, cxffeeshxpgirl, and possible variations of those.
Below is brief rules and a brief look at mun with important links for you at the bottom of the post.
Dropping below a read more so as not to clutter!
Rules - Expanded Rules
General Rules & Guidelines - If you need any clarification or have any questions just hit me up!
General tumblr RPing rules and etiquette apply.
- Asks are always open
- Hate is never tolerated
Mun and Muse are 30+ and I would prefer to write with muns who are at very least 18+
I am AUDHD
I am UK based, run on GMT Timezone. I work 40+ hours a week have a partner of nearly nearly 20 years and a dog. This means my time here is limited.
I have written Maria since 2013 (probably earlier).
I DO NOT write on discord. I DO NOT RP via IM. I write on tumblr via posts and use the tumblr messaging system for ooc communication.
I don't need to plot necessarily but I do like to feel I have an idea of where we're going. As soon as we have that though we can jump around the time and have fun with threads and asks.
I look at every blog that follows me and make informed decisions about following back.
If you follow me first I will expect you to make the first move. If I follow you first I will make every attempt too. If no contact has been made/reciprocated within two weeks, unfollowing may occur.
I prefer to write paragraphs or multi-paragraph threads - I reserve one-liners and very short interactions for crack/seasonal things. I don’t like writing with anyone in first person (’I walked towards them’), and prefer third person interactions or dialogue.
If I reject an interaction, please try not to take it personally. I do due diligence before interacting with people and generally rejections are because I cannot see how our characters will interact, I don’t think our writing styles are compatible, or something else has put me off. Not everyone can like everything, not everyone will mesh well and that’s okay.
Please ask me before adding Maria to plots/interactions involving other characters.
I can't believe I'm having to add this to my rules BUT, going forward I am absolutely being more selective about where, who and what my writing time goes on.
I understand that life gets in the way of writing, I really do. I understand it gets in the way of being here. However, I am pretty tired of people who's repeated pattern is to reappear for five minutes and expect all the time and attention only to disappear again five minutes later. I am not going to be as invested in a ship, thread or character interaction when the threat of disappearance after plotting or starting something is looming.
For Quick Reference: Headcanons | Open Memes
A Bit About Mun:
Mun has been writing for 15+ Years and first rp'd on Tumblr in 2009/2010
Mun has Autism and potentially ADHD (a post about how this affects rping is here)
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“Fair point.” Horatio was quick to say, looking almost ashamed for doubting her. Well, not doubting her, but for daring to think even for a second that she hadn't thought about that or been prepared. Because of course she had. This was Maria. The smartest, most resourceful and capable woman he's ever known. She always knew what she was doing and if there was something she didn't know or wasn't one hundred percent certain about, she'd look into it. She'd read as much as she needed to and he loved that about her. She'd done that during everything that happened with his father god, it meant the world to him. It still did and always would. She meant the world to him and every time he looked at her, he hoped she knew that. Hoped she felt it.
When she moved to stand directly in front of him, leaning against the table, it was taking everything in him not to pull her onto his lap like he often did. But he refrained. He kept his hands on his lap - ignoring the twitch now and then simply because she was close enough to touch - and kept his eyes locked with hers, his head tilted back just slightly as he waited eagerly for the first question. He wasn't really nervous. Chemistry was one of his best, and favorite, subjects, even in high school, and he was good at retaining information, but it was a little different being put on the spot and the last thing he wanted to do was answer a question wrong right in front of his wife. Especially after having just read the pages that had the answers on them. No. He was focused, determined and ready. Especially with the reward waiting for him at the end.
The first question was asked and Horatio smirked. "E, work." He answered it so quickly and so easily, like it was second nature to him. Not just because he'd just read the answers but because, again, chemistry was one of his best subjects which was incredibly helpful because of his chosen career path. He licked his lips as he waited, excitedly, for her to remove the first article of clothing, but before she could, Horatio dared to reach for her hand. "For every question I get right, can I have a kiss, too?" He asked, both with that warm smile of his and pleading puppy eyes, a dangerous combination that didn't always work, especially lately, but it was worth a try.
Maria expected him to answer it quickly, pride swelled in her chest because god, not only was he absolutely gorgeous and perfect and everything else one needed in a partner. He was also smart, wicked smart and it always made her love him even more when she got to see it in action.
She waited a beat before the word correct left her lips. Then, because she wasn't going to give him exactly what he wanted all at once. She moved her hands under the top she was wearing and unclasped her bra. Maria pulled it out from the sleeves without showing him any skin- well, maybe a sliver of her stomach where the top lifted above the line of her jeans. Then she dropped it onto the table.
When he asked her for a kiss she watched him, that look, the look he was giving her now was irresistible and any other time she'd have said yes, she'd have given into him instantly. However, she knew full well if they started kissing he wouldn't be able to stop. Then she'd be on the table with her legs spread before he'd answered anymore questions.
Maria had to be strong.
"No-" She said fully anticipating a whine. "Because if I do, you won't stop- I won't be able to stop, and for one, you need to learn restraint, for two, the terms were that you need to get all five questions right."
She paused and swallowed, he could probably tell she was just as turned on as he was given how pert her nipples had become, which were now very visible through her top.
"Question 2." She said clearing her throat. "All of the following have a standard heat of formation value of zero at 25oC and 1.0 atm except..."
Horatio’s heart melted hearing her say those words, that sense of belonging and home settling over him. There was just something so special, so beautiful and heartwarming, hearing her his surname spoken in her voice, woven so naturally with her first name. And it struck him just how naturally her name and his fit together, how they flowed together so effortlessly as though they'd always belonged. It was a comforting sense of permanence that he'd never experienced before in his entire life. Permanence and belonging. He'd only ever felt either of those with Maria. Hadn't ever felt them until her.
His smile widened with each name she spoke out loud. Her own, then Maddie's and then--
He stilled.
Nicky Horatio Caine.
Nicky Horatio Caine.
Those words seemed to stop time for him and he looked almost stunned. His brows lifted, genuine disbelief washing across his features as the emotion settled in, evident in his eyes. They... hadn't discussed a middle name for Nicky and Horatio didn't even think about that until this moment when she slipped his first name in there. Again so effortlessly and it stirred something deep within him. It wasn't often the Lieutenant was rendered speechless, but this was certainly one of those moments.
They'd agreed on the name Nicky, named after Maria's father. One of the finest men Horatio has ever known, and he wanted to honor him, wanted his son to carry a part of Maria's father with him and to hear Maria suggest his own name, well, it meant a lot to Horatio and it showed in the smile on his face, it showed in the way his eyes shined, locking with hers when she turned slightly to look at him. "I guess we, um, we never did come up with a middle name, did we?" He chuckled tearfully, what with having been so focused on his first name and all and he'd been about to say more when he felt him kick. Felt it against his own stomach, his smile reaching his eyes as he let out a soft laugh. "Does, us, does that mean he approves?" He asked, sliding his hands down her sides and moving them to the sides of her belly, as though trying to reach his son. "What do you think, little man? Hm? You like that name? Nicky Horatio Caine?" He asked, his voice heavy with emotion, deeply moved by Maria's suggestion.
And as though their son heard him, he kicked again and Horatio's face absolutely lit up. If that were even possible with how elated he already felt and looked. “You know, most think it’s a funny sounding name. But not you, huh?” He grinned, clearly enjoying the conversations he had with him. "Seems there's a tradition of naming after family members, isn't there?" He pointed out with a grin. Alice being Maria's grandmother, Trudy being her mother and now Nicky, after her father. He loved that. It was beautiful to Horatio.
Over the moon, Horatio kissed her. Slowly, deeply and tenderly. "Thank you, sweetheart." He murmured against hers lips, honored that she wanted his name to be Nicky's middle. Honored that she wanted his name at all, that she loved him. That she chose him. Not just as her husband and life partner, but as Maddie's father. "And if we can, I'd still like to officially adopt Maddie before the wedding." So she, too, could officially became Caine.
When Horatio realised what she'd said and started to react emotionally, Maria mirrored it. Her eyes growing watery with tears and the biggest smile on her face.
"You like it?" She asked him, even though she already knew, could already see the answer writ large on his face. When his hands moved between them, to the bump, Maria kept her eyes on Horatio's face.
She was so lucky, she couldn't thank the universe enough for bringing him to her, bringing him to them all. Horatio was the most amazing man she'd ever met and that was saying something given her dad and Harvey were also pretty amazing. She just, she wanted to give him everything, absolutely everything and she knew if she said it out loud he'd say she already was and then he'd look at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world.
She adored him for that, she loved him so much for it, but it didn't stop the want inside her. It didn't stop her feeling this sort of need to give him everything he'd ever wanted.
The returned kiss was instinctual, natural, holding onto him for just a little longer, her hand had moved down to his shoulder.
"I think that's something we can talk to Dad about. He probably knows a thing or two, or knows someone who can help. He was criminal law, but he did pro-bono stuff all the time." Maria suggested. "You know, she'd love that, we'd have to get her something special to commemorate it."
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Horatio laughed with her the second she said Indy, not even able to finish asking. “I knew that was coming.” And he did. It made sense, too. What with how often they watched Indiana Jones over Star Wars. They’ve probably only watched Star Wars once since it was released on VHS and though Horatio liked it enough, he also preferred Indiana Jones, himself. Besides, it was their movie. It was a movie that meant a lot to them for several different reasons, including, and especially, the relationship between Indy and Marion that they often quoted.
He had the widest smile on his face talking about their future and the amount of children they'd have. Most guys would hate talking about this stuff. They didn't even want to think about having kids. Including his friend Gary, but Horatio was pretty sure he and Kristin had a thing for each other. They just didn't want to admit it, especially Kristin. She was always acting like she couldn't stand him, but they were all good friends. Archer was a little more similar to Horatio in terms of someday wanting a family, but he didn't see that happening anytime soon. Horatio, though? He did. Not right now, of course, but... he could see it. He could see his life with Maria. Them in their little apartment with their kids and eventually moving into a bigger house when they had more.
"Oh, we're definitely having a girl. With your hair," he smiled and brushed some fallen hair behind her ear. "your eyes and your smile." He kissed her softly then with a chuckle. He could see them having a girl that looked exactly like Maria and maybe a boy that looked like him. "Five girls, three boys... you just want us outnumbered, don't you?" He teased, but he didn't mind that. Not one bit. "And if we really want eight kids, sweetheart, we might have to start working on it now.." His words trailed off as he dipped his head to kiss at her collarbone, but he was only kidding, of course. They were absolutely not ready for children right now, but the baby-making process and practice? Mm, now that they could continue doing.
And then he said the wrong thing about there not being enough room for books and her huff made him laugh. God, she was adorable and he couldn't help but steal a quick kiss. "Sounds like you've got this all planned out. You draw me up the floorplans and I'll get to work on it right away." He laughed, though the idea of building her a house, of building their house, was now planted in his mind. "Thanks for including a basketball hoop in there." He beamed, kissing her again. "I'll make sure that wherever we live, you get to have your very own library." He paused briefly and grinned cheekily. "With a large desk." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"What would you call her?" Maria was gazing at him as she asked the question, there was so much love and adoration in her eyes as she watched him talk. She wanted him to tell her everything, everything he'd thought about for their future. She wanted to know names and how many children and what he saw their house like.
"We don't have to have eight kids." Maria teased and she giggled when he started to kiss her collarbone, her hand snaking around to play with the hair at the base of his neck. "How many do you want? What do you want? Do you have names? I know I'm not the only one who's thought of this stuff."
"You know, you can also do it against the shelves...." She told him when he mentioned about the desk and started to wriggle his eyebrows; it was her turn to wriggle her eyebrows at him then.
“Italian it is,” Gareth muttered, not giving the other flyers another single look as he was already putting them aside again. The Italian cuisine was, in his eyes, the best in the world. There wasn’t a single day when he would say no to a dish of pasta or lasagne; sometimes he fancied a simple pizza. Thankfully, Maria felt the same.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about the dessert, darling.” He gave the bags on the counter a side-glance. There wasn’t much left, after all; might as well just order some more dessert from the Italian restaurant. Panna cotta, maybe. Or tiramisu. God, he loved tiramisu.
He opened the flyer and scanned it, narrowing his eyes a bit. Did the fonts get smaller, or was his eyesight getting worse? No, no it was definitely the smaller font. Squeezing all the information possible onto the tiniest space.
“It’s not going to be easy,” Gareth mused, looking up at Maria. This was why he couldn’t wait to marry her: she wasn’t just beautiful, she was incredibly clever. “The files, I mean. We are on our own here, unless you want to involve Moneypenny. But…” he shook his head, “I’m afraid I have to say it: it could be anyone. There aren’t many people we can trust with it. Do we want pasta or do we feel like pizza?” he switched topics effortlessly.
"You know I still have at least a full slice left. I didn't eat the other one." Maria told him and there was a certain smugness to the way she said it. Although now she was thinking about it, she wouldn't mind tiramisu, especially not from their usual Italian spot. God her mouth watered just thinking about it.
"Though, one should mix up one's desserts, just like you should with your veggies for five a day." She told him with a mischievous grin of her own on her face. It was honestly a miracle she wasn't more unfit and unhealthy than she was given how sweet a tooth she had. She walked a lot though, and they went to the gym, plus there was all the lifting and moving things around she did during the day.
"Are you squinting? When was the last time you had an eye test?" Maria asked him as she started to pull files out of the bag on the side. "I think we get them free through work you know, or maybe we get a voucher..."
"I know, I know it's not going to be easy and I know you won't have as much time as me. What you lack in time, though, you do make up for in clearance-" She teased, letting out a short laugh. "As much as I love Eve, and trust her, I don't think we should tell anyone yet. Especially not Bond. We bring people in as and when we need them. That being said, I don't think it's anyone we would trust with incredibly sensitive information." Maria reassured him as she put the files on the table and then moved to look at the leaflet in his hand
"Hmmm, I thought my heart was saying pizza but, oh, oh that Calabrian Carbonara sounds delicious- I do like nduja. I'll leave the sides and dessert to you." She said pecking his cheek before going back to the table.
His arms snaked around her waist, holding her tight, before he lifted Maria up and off the ground so she could sit on the kitchen counter. Perhaps, he wondered, it wasn’t such a bad thing that Barney wasn’t here at the moment; they had this time to themselves now. They could do whatever they wanted without feeling watched…
His lips broke away from her for a moment, though, a mischievous glint in his eye as he looked at Maria. “You were saying?” he breathed out.
A little noise of surprise left her when he lifted her onto the kitchen counter. It was instinct, the way she reacted to him. The way her legs opened to pull him close, the way her feet locked around him, keeping him in place. Where he belonged, in her arms.
Maria's eyes were still closed when he broke away, lips still puckered waiting for his lips again and it took a beat before she opened them. Giving him a look that said she had no idea what they'd been talking about and frankly, she didn't care.
What she needed right now was Gareth's lips on hers. Was his skin against hers, was him in her arms.
"It doesn't matter-" She breathed out tugging him back in for another kiss.
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It was taking everything not to look up at Maria. Not to watch her moving about their kitchen, inside of their home, making them dinner. It was taking everything in him not to stand up, move over and wrap his arms around her and just hold her. It was so hard to keep away when she was so close to him, when she was right there, thus why it was so hard for him not to kiss her when she’d been just inches away, too. Because it wasn’t really just the sex. It was the closeness that he craved. It was the intimacy. It was the want, the need, to be close to her - to touch her, to love her, to just be with her. But it was also the enjoyment of making her feel good.
Aside from all of that, they just... had a lot of fun together. Whether games like this or going out or just hanging out at home watching movies on the couch. There was never a dull moment. Never a boring moment for the two of them. They loved being together, loved spending time together. They were still practically inseparable.
At one point during his reading he looked up only because he heard her singing. It was soft and soothing and beautiful and he found himself gazing at her for a few seconds, loving how happy she seemed to be and then he returned his attention back to the textbook. He was almost done. And a few minutes later, he finished but went on to read the questions, though he wasn't sure if she wanted him to write down his answers or if she wanted him to answer them out loud. So he asked just in case and her answer had his eyes lighting up again. Oh, he was very excited for this.
"A-are you sure, 'Ria?" He asked. "Dinner, um," he swallowed, "dinner won't burn?" Horatio asked, knowing she'd been in the middle of working on that and he did feel a little bad taking her away from that since she seemed to be enjoying herself. And he didn't want her to have to do this if she'd rather be cooking. But then she was taking the textbook away and he watched her. He watched her every move, tongue wetting his lips as he eagerly awaited the first question.
God, the way he looked at her. It made Maria feel so loved, so desired. It made her feel powerful. She didn't think she'd ever really feel like that, not that sort of raw power that you saw heroes or villains on a screen exuding. It was the sort of power she thought those 'popular' kids in teen movies probably felt.
The way he made her feel, it made her act powerful. Horatio made her feel like she could take over the world. He made her feel that absolutely anything was possible and honestly, as long as he was there, anything was possible. She could be anything, do anything.
"If dinner was going to burn-" Maria replied, raising a brow. "-I'd be putting it to warm, or we wouldn't be doing this at all."
She'd actually changed what she'd been cooking, all because of what she'd suggested. Originally, she'd been trying a Moroccan beef recipe, with a few tweaks she'd managed to turn it into a stew and that meant it needed to simmer for a while. If on low it could simmer even longer.
"Alright." She said thumbing through the book to the first question. Maria moved to stand opposite him, putting the book on the table and locking eyes with him. "Which one of the following thermodynamic quantities is not a state function?"
"A. Gibbs free energy, B. enthalpy, C. entropy, D. internal energy, E.work."
Things were good. Things were finally good. There had been nothing for a long time. No rogue agents, no people trying to kill them, no women trying to come between them.
They were married, the honeymoon had been incredible. Maria had never been happier than she was to tell people she was Mrs Maria Mallory.
Everything was good.
Until it wasn't.
Gareth often had nightmares, there was nothing new about that. At certain times of the year, Maria had them herself. They were intense and unsettling. She knew, she knew exactly how he felt and usually she could calm him. These past few days, though, they'd been getting worse. She could tell. It was the little things, the way her voice didn't seem to reach him. The way her touch didn't seem to comfort him. It didn't help that he wouldn't talk about it. She understood he didn't want to go to a therapist and that was fine but they'd been through some of the same horrible things.
When she woke, he was twitching again, his body taut, like even in sleep he was trying to keep control. Barney was on the floor next to him, he couldn't sleep on the bed when he was like this. Even though it helped Maria, it didn't seem to help Gareth, so Barney always lay on the floor next to him.
"Gareth," Maria leaned in to him, whispering softly. "Darling, it's okay, we've got you." Maria said. She reached out to touch his clammy skin and-
The noise registered first, the lights in her eyes and the darkness next. Then came the pain. Her vision blurred, and her hand came up to her face automatically. It was like it took her a moment to process what had happened. She touched her nose, it was bleeding, cheek already starting to swell. Gareth was strong and he'd only gotten stronger since returning to the gym. Barney was at her side in an instant. Maria had to stop herself from recoiling, from jumping off the bed.
"It's okay, I'm- I'm okay-" Even as she said the words though, blood dripped from her nose onto the pale pink satin nightgown she was wearing.
[ hold ] – for the sender’s muse to hold the receiver’s muse by the face / neck gently and brush their thumbs along their cheeks to get them to focus on them.
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"Do you want to go over it again?" "No. I'm fine."
"Are you fully prepared to take the stand tomorrow?" "Yes."
"Do you need more time?" "No. I want to get this done."
"Are you sure you're ready, Horatio?" Stop asking me that.
Horatio.
Stop.
Horatio.
STOP.
Horatio?
Maria.
Her name. Her voice. Her hand on his shoulder instantly silenced the voices inside of his head and pulled him back into this moment, back into the present, with her. His eyes locked with hers through the mirror where he'd been standing for the past several minutes, going through the details of the upcoming trial over and over again. He thought about last night, having been put through a mock trial and asked questions about his father and about the abuse and he answered each and every question without fail. His voice didn't falter, not even once. He didn't break. He was ready. He felt ready.
Until now. Until this moment standing in front of the mirror dressed in a suit which was starting to feel a little too hot now. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead and his heart started to race, his nerves becoming erratic, betraying how calm and composed he felt last night. But this was different. This was real thing. Last night, he hadn't looked his father in the eyes when detailing everything he'd done to him, but today... today he would. He hadn't seen him in weeks, since that night, the night he almost died, and the idea of seeing him hadn't made him uneasy until today. He admittedly felt ashamed for feeling unsettled at the thought of seeing him again. He was supposed to be strong, he was supposed to be brave. He knew he was safe, yet he couldn't shake the memory of his father beating him from his mind. He couldn't quiet the voices constantly asking him if he was ready or if he was okay. All of it was getting to him and it showed in the way his shaky hands gripped the sink of his bathroom as he looked into the mirror, lost in thought. Lost in the dark corners of his mind.
Until Maria said his name. Until she touched him. Saving him.
Her hand slid down his arm and to his hand, loosening his grip on the sink and letting go entirely, turning to face her completely when she gently guided him to do so. Then she was moving her face to his hands, holding him gently, encouraging him to focus on her which he did so easily. Like she was his safe haven, his saving grace, his anchor, his light in the dark - because she was. She was all of those things and more.
He visibly relaxed in her hands and let out the breath he'd been holding and he closed his eyes for a moment, the voices and unsettling images in his mind having faded thanks to her. "I'm sorry." He murmured, shame in his voice and in his eyes when he opened them again, but there was also relief and warmth present in them, love and adoration, as well. All for the girl in front of him. "I thought," he sighed, shaking his head. "I thought I was ready, 'Ria. I mean, I... I am." He quickly corrected. "I am, I promise, but it's just... it's real today, you know?" Because he was going to be there.
He was glad, and grateful, Maria was here with him right now. That she'd come over so she could be with him before the trial and ride with him to the courthouse. "Just, um, just stay close to me, yeah?" He murmured, pressing his forehead to hers. He knew they wouldn't be able to sit together during the trial since he'd have to sit with her father and his mother at the prosecution table, but at least she'd be right behind him. With her mother, Harvey, Ray and Al, too. Just knowing she was there with him, right there, was everything.
"Horatio, you never have to apologise. You've done nothing wrong." Maria said. She'd been at the mock trial the night before and she'd hated it, she'd hated how much pressure it felt like was on his shoulders. It was important; Horatio's dad needed to be punished for what he'd done to them all but the fact it seemed to all be on Horatio. It made Maria angry. It made her frustrated because he didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve to have the weight of the world on his shoulders.
When he pressed his forehead to hers, her hands came up to cup his face and she leaned in to press the gentlest of kisses to his lips. She needed him to know he wasn't alone, at all, she was right here. She needed him to know he was strong and she needed him to have faith in himself.
"You are ready Horatio." Maria said firmly. "You are, okay, it's just like a big game okay. The nerves and everything. You've got this and I've got you." She pulled back just slightly so her eyes could meet his. Then her hands moved to his tie; she undid the button beneath the knot, then she adjusted it so it wasn't so tight and so you couldn't see the top button undone.
"Let yourself breathe a little, okay." She stroked his cheek with her thumb before taking his hand. "Ready?"
There were some nights where Horatio would just watch Maria go about her nightly routine, a look of adoration in his eyes each time. He was always impressed by the amount of skin care products she had and used and he certainly learned a lot about each one and what they did. Even remembering their exact names so he'd know what to pick up at the store when she was needing more. His nighttime routine was much shorter and that consisted of either slipping into his sleeping shorts or just sleeping in his boxers, usually without a shirt, much to Maria's delight and preference. His own, as well.
He hadn't changed just yet since he'd just gotten back into the bedroom after cleaning up and he became focused on her and how beautiful she looked and how lucky he was. She was, indeed, glowing, and he couldn't help but think about how... different this was vs that day in the hospital when she was looking at herself in the mirror after everything that happened. How she was smiling now, how radiant she looked. God, happiness looked beautiful on her and he silently vowed to protect that smile for as long as he lived.
He loved that she was just as excited to marry him as he was about marrying her. His heart fluttered each and every time Mrs. Caine was said out loud, whether it was said by her or someone else, and this moment was no different. "Officially". He echoed with a smile. It was the way she used that word because in every way, she was already Mrs. Caine. They were each other's in every way. His heart was entirely hers. He was hers entirely. But she did have a point about needing to figure out the surnames and his heart fluttered with each name she said out loud with his at the end, his eyes shining with unbridled joy and love and his smile growing. A chuckle fell from his lips at the last one and he kissed her shoulder when she said he was going to be amazing with him. "And you, sweetheart, are already amazing with him." He praised her right back, tearing his eyes from hers only so he could look down at the bump for a brief moment.
"As for the names," he hummed thoughtfully. "I think it's really what you'd prefer. If you'd like to keep the Bloomsco name. You've gone by it for so long now, I wouldn't want to take that from you." Well, not that he'd be taking it away. She'd always be a Bloomsco, that would never change. "Though I suppose it would be a lot to write down whenever you're filling out any kind of paperwork." Horatio teased with a grin, pausing as he really thought it over, his expression softening.
"I, um, I spent a lot of time believing a life like this wasn't for me, that I'd never get to have something like this," he smiled again, looking almost awestruck. "But now, I hear your name beside mine, and Maddie's and Nicky's," he repeated them in his mind. Maria Caine. Maddie Caine. Nicholas 'Nicky' Caine. "and it's truly the greatest gift I've ever been given. All of you. This. Our family." He stroked her belly, the smile reaching his eyes, the crinkles at the corners visible. "So, you tell me, Mrs. Caine." He chuckled softly, locking eyes with her in the mirror again. "What feels right to you?"
"A lot for the kids too." Maria knew that eventually the kids would knock it down to one name just for ease. That's after-all what had happened with Harvey. When her dad had adopted him they'd double barrelled it. West-Bloomsco to make Harvey more comfortable. As Harvey got older though, he'd decided he didn't need or want both names. He'd decided to take Bloomsco, which meant all the kids and Alicia had the name too. At that point he said he felt more like a Bloomsco anyway.
It was interesting, the relationship people had with names. When Maria had talked to Harvey about it, he'd always said it just 'felt right' to be a Bloomsco rather than a West.
Now, Maria supposed, for her and Maddie and Nicky, it felt right to be a Caine. Their names with Caine after them just sounded right. Correct. Like it had always meant to be that way.
Maria had her hand on his, her fingers tracing little swirls on the soft skin of his hand. She looked up at him in the mirror but then turned her head to look at his face.
"Caine, Caine feels right, correct." She told him. "Maria Alice Caine, Maddie Trudy Caine, Nicky Horatio Caine." She turned slightly, then, only slightly, though because the bump was starting to put more and more distance between them when they were facing each other.
"If you want him to have your name as a middle name." Maria said and as she did Nicky kicked hard enough that it made her react.
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