Hey, first of all to those of you reading my other Castle story, don't worry I'm still going with that one, I just felt like doing something a bit happier (Read:completely fluffy) It'll probably get more serious later on if I continue it. Anyhoo, it's different to what I normally do so dunno if it works but I hope that people like it anyway :)

Disclaimer: Castle and everything about it is, sadly, not mine

It was midnight in New York, and the whole city was alive with sound and colour. The streets were bustling with people and music was blasting from every corner of every building. Men stood leaning against the walls outside bars, eyeing up the girls that walked past, jumping from party to party, club to club, loving the attention that their skimpy attire was winning them. Enjoying the freedom of their youth.

But in one large yet cosy apartment, nestled away from the nightlife outside, Kate Beckett lay smiling in her bed. Blissfully oblivious to everyone and everything other than the man whose arms she was lying in.

Richard Castle.

Fabulous, talented, bestselling author Richard Castle.

Beautiful, charming, delightful celebrity writer Richard Castle.

Her husband, Rick.

Sometimes she found it hard to believe that she was really married to him, that the man she'd loved for such a very long time loved her just as much. That finally, after everything they'd been through together, he'd just dropped on one knee and spilled his heart to her.

As she lay there she let her mind wonder back to that day, the day that changed her life so beautifully. She'd gone from thinking that he was gone forever to letting him slip an improvised ring onto her finger in a hospital cafeteria.

He stirred and she turned round in his arms to rub her nose gently against his, letting the memory of that day drift to the back of her mind again

'Hi,' he breathed, smiling at her

'Hi,' she planted a quick kiss on his smiling mouth then began to wind herself out of his arms

'Hey!' he protested, lacing his fingers around her neck to stop her leaving 'Where're you going?' he asked with overplayed sadness

'Well, before I answer that, can I ask you a question?'

'Sure,' he smiled, pulling her face to his so that he could kiss her again

'You hear that?' she looked at him inquisitively and he cocked his head to one side to listen

'Crap,' he said under his breath 'How do you even hear that?'

'Easily,' she wriggled out of his arms again and slipped out of bed 'You sleep like a log,' she grinned at him as she tied up her robe 'Also I hope you realise that I have done way more than my fair share of phone - answering this month,'

'Well when you get back I'll thank you thoroughly,' he grinned back 'So hurry,'

She laughed and ducked out of the room and he lay back down smiling as he thought about what a brilliant turn it was his life had taken. He'd been lying there maybe a minute when she came back, a slightly tired look on her face.

'Murder?' he asked

'Most foul,' she replied grinning wickedly

'I love you,' he looked at her, shaking his head almost as if he didn't believe that she was all his

'Isn't that why you married me?' she asked, pulling clothes out of the wardrobe

'Well yeah, that, and the fact that you're hot, and have a gun,'

'Get dressed, Castle,' she chucked clothes at him, smiling despite herself and he jumped out of bed pulling them on messily 'Oh and honey, I've got more than one gun-never forget that,' she turned around whilst buttoning up her shirt and kissed him soundly on the lips before swinging her jacket over her shoulder and walking out the door.

So what you thinking? Too fluffy? Let me know if you want some more :)