Oh I’m always up for a prompt! 8D This one ran away from me a bit admittedly.
They stood in front of the glass with her leaning against his side, a smile stuck onto both of their faces. That smile wasn’t going to leave for quite some time. But she didn’t mind. This was their baby. Their beautiful, beautiful little boy. They had a child. Her child. His child. Their child. Oh my god.
“He’s beautiful, Kate,” he said, nestling his face into her hair, “He’s so beautiful.”
“He had your eyes,” she said softly, looking at the sleeping little baby wrapped up in blue, “He opened his eyes and his eyes were so blue, just like yours.”
“He has your strength though,” he said, hand wrapping around hers and squeezing lightly,
“I remember he grabbed at my finger and he was already so, so strong. I hope he’ll be as strong as you someday, Kate.”
She smiled absently, focus still on the little boy, “I’m sure he will be. Though I sincerely hope he will never go through what I did…”
“He won’t,” he said, tugging her closer into his body, “We’ll make sure it will never happen, not until he’s grown and with his own family.”
“We can’t promise that,” she breathed, “What happens if I’m on the job and something happens? What happens then, Castle?”
“Kate, we’ve had this discussion before,” he said, “You know that if you hadn’t been going through the last part of your pregnancy being away from the precinct that long would’ve killed you. You know that.”
“I know… it’s just…” she sighed, “I just…”
“If there’s one thing you learn as a parent,” he interjected, “It’s that you can’t protect your kids from everything. As much as you try to be the impenetrable shield that keeps out all the darkness, someday something is going to slip through. And that’s okay. All we can do is make sure we give him the best chance we can give him. And you can do that by being happy at the precinct.”
“I know,” she said, “Can’t really picture myself as the soccer mom too well.”
He chuckled, “I’m sure you’d find a way to make it fit. Just imagine- you in the kitchen, making cookies for the next school fundraiser…”
“In your dreams,” she grumbled, “That’s… no. Not happening. No. You’re right.”
They stood in silence for a moment, just standing and looking at the little boy, their precious son. He squirmed in his cradle, curling into his side with an adorable yawn.
Family. They were a family.
Rick, Her, Alexis, the baby, and Sherlock.
She had eventually been forced to succumb (or rather, her hormones decided that it was time for her to throw up) to letting that be the name for the puppy. Yes, a puppy.
It had been Rick’s idea. He’d be the one taking care of it, as now instead of being at the precinct every day he’d be spending more time at home with the baby. She’d been conflicted about it. She wanted a parent to be there for the baby, but she also wanted him at the precinct. But she knew she couldn’t be selfish, and the baby was number one. Especially now, the baby was definitely number one in her world, no doubt about that. But anyway.
One day she came out of their room to see a bit of a surprise.
“Castle?” she said, stumbling out of their room groggily, “Where are you?”
The baby wasn’t too happy with her being up and about, kicking in retaliation. The kicks had been getting more and more frequent lately. Castle had called the baby their little Joey a couple times. Like a kangaroo baby, he always said. She rubbed a hand over her ever-swelling belly, “Shh little man, shhh… Just getting up, it’s not the end of the world.”
The kicking stopped.
Now where was her other man?
“Living room, Kate,” he called, and she turned to face the couch. Oh my god, was that a…
An adorable little golden retriever, or some mix of golden and something else, puppy sat on the couch (of course it was on the couch, of course it was), a Sherlock hat on its head and a mini banner around its neck. Her sleep-addled eyes apparently didn’t feel like being capable of reading what it said, so she shuffled closer to take a look.
“Castle, is this a dog?” she accused, raising an eyebrow at him.
“No it’s a unicorn,” he said with a grin. She rolled her eyes before turning back to the adorable puppy. It blinked big brown eyes at her and its hat fell into its eyes. The puppy yelped, falling backwards as the hat slid off. It got back to vertical, looked up at her, and she could’ve sworn it was smiling. How could she be upset at that face? “It’s the dog we agreed to get, remember?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head, sitting down on the couch on the other side of the puppy than Castle, “I don’t. Was I still asleep?”
“Maybe,” he said, “But you said yes to getting a dog so the baby would have a playmate. You also agreed to naming it Sherlock.”
“Are you sure this is me you’re talking about?” she said, “Guess that name explains the hat.”
He nodded, “Isn’t it cute, though?”
“Hate to admit it, but it is,” she said, smiling at the puppy as it jumped on the hat, “What’s the banner say?”
“Baby’s Best Friend,” he said, taking up the hat and letting the puppy pull at it with tiny teeth, “Fitting, huh?”
“Yeah, it is,” she said, jolting a bit as the baby kicked, “What now, little Joey?”
“The baby kicking again?” he asked, putting half of his attention on the puppy and half on her, “Do you think he likes his new friend already?”
The puppy let go of the hat, bounding over Castle’s legs towards Kate’s rounded stomach. They froze as the puppy sniffed at her stomach, beginning to wag his tail moments later. Sherlock barked. The baby kicked again.
“I think they already have a great relationship,” she said.
“Did I mention who this pup’s grandfather is?” he said after a moment’s pause.
“…No,” she said, “Should I be worried?”
“No! Not at all,” he said, smiling, “You remember that dog show case the year before we got together?”
“With that reality tv show girl?” she said, wrinkling her nose, “Yes, yes I do.”
“Remember that dog we shared for a couple of days? Royal?”
“Yeah, and I remember you spoiled him rotten.”
“I did not-” he started, and she shot him a look, “Alright, maybe a little. But that’s not the point. Well Sherlock here would be his grandson.”
“Really?” she said with a smile, “Guess that explains the fixation with the couch.”
“Totally does,” he said. They sat in each other’s arms for a little while longer, going in for a kiss. As if just to remind everyone that they were there too, the puppy bounced up in between them followed by the baby kicking her again.
“Ouch!” he said, “I felt that one.”
“Imagine how they must feel for me then,” she huffed, “This little boy might well be a kangaroo, he kicks so much.”
He smiled, “Well, I’m sure it’ll all be worth it in the end.”
“It will be,” she said, “It will be.”
And oh, it was.
Standing on the border of his apartment with the boy wrapped tightly in her arms, she knew it. A colorful banner stood at the entrance of their door, and a little note from “Sherlock” adorned the bottom of it, signed with a pawprint. At the sight she knew. She knew it was worth every kick, every bout of awful morning sickness, and every hormone-riddled mood swing. It was so very, very worth it.