"I have loved the stars to fondly to be fearful of the night"-Galileo Galilei

Hello all. I've been diligently working on the third story in this series, following Beckett's journey through Cancer diagnosis, treatment and now into remission. Your feedback has been so overwhelmingly affirming for me. As I've written these stories I've poured so much of my own experience as a survivor into the characters, and to know that others have felt a connection, and hope…It's beyond what I could have hoped for. So, thank you for reading these stories. –Addison

Note: This story is the third in a series 1.) Walk Me Through This One and 2.) I Wll Try to Fix You. I highly recommend reading those first, or you may be lost.

Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never have, never will. All episodes that have aired are free game for me. No spoilers though.

"All of these lines across my face. Tell you the story of who I am.

So many stories of where I've been, and how I got to where I am.

But these stories don't mean anything, when you've got no one to tell them to.

It's true. I was made for you.

I climbed across the mountain top, swam all across the ocean blue.

I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules, and baby I broke them all for you.

Oh, because even when I was flat broke, you make me feel like a million bucks.

You do. I was made for you.

You see the smile that's on my mouth. It's hiding the words that don't come out.

All of our friends who think that I'm blessed, they don't know my head is a mess.

No they don't know who I really am, and they don't know what I've been through like you do.

And I was made for you." –The Story, Brandi Carlile

The blond woman made her way quietly throughout the cabin, in attempt to make it back to her seat. The captain had turned on the fasten seatbelt signs and they were advised to get the passengers situated and strap themselves in as well. She still found it somewhat ironic that this was her job, afterall she never liked flying.

Things had just gotten worse after her husband left her, and there was nobody to take Christopher while she was away. She was fortunate to find a live-in nanny when she did, as her income was now all that was supporting them.

As the turbulence worsened she became frightened. She squeezed her eyes shut as oxygen masks dropped from the top of the consoles and all the passengers scrambled for the air. Her breath was erratic and she couldn't control the rapid beating of her heart as the plane seemed to take a nose dive.

The woman prayed in that moment. She asked for forgiveness for what she had done. She asked that Christopher be taken care of; afterall, her mistakes were not his fault. She'd wished that she'd done things differently, been honest from the beginning. Now it was too late.

The final thought to cross Jacinda Collins' mind was a silent hope that Richard Castle would somehow forgive her, and that he wouldn't turn out the child that he didn't even know existed. Seconds later there was a loud bang, an incredible impact and then she was gone.

Kate Beckett woke early that morning, raising from their bed to stretch her arms, turning to the sleeping man beside her. She smiled softly at him, running her fingers across his jaw and through his hair. Never in her life had Kate recalled being this happy. The past year had brought so much heartache, so much pain and so many unknowns. Yet there he was, beside her as he promised he always would be. My husband, she thought warmly to herself, Richard Castle-my husband.

They'd been married nearly a month and she still wasn't used to saying it. It still felt foreign and exciting on her tongue. She'd gathered that he felt the same way, as when they'd call eachother by their marital titles they would both break out into goofy grins. They were so in love it was sickening, but nobody could begrudge them their honeymoon phase. Afterall, they had been denied the normal beginnings of a relationship considering that she'd been fighting cancer a great deal of their first year together.

Now she was in remission, the doctors continued to watch her, doing their best to keep their eyes on her progress considering the circumstances. Ah yes, Beckett smiled to herself and caressed her slightly swollen abdomen, the circumstances. She was quite sure that she wouldn't have noticed the bump if she wasn't looking for it. Afterall, she was only about 10 weeks pregnant.

Still, she was blissfully happy, looking from her husband who was fast asleep to her abdomen, which was home to the life they'd created together. "And how is my little circumstance doing this morning?" She spoke softly to her stomach.

There were few times in Kate Beckett-Castle's life where she felt that all was right with the world, but this was one of those times. She had beaten the odds, survived cancer and had managed to get pregnant. Oh, and the love of her life was finally sleeping next to her, wearing a ring on his finger that matched her own. A matching set-just like us, she smiled at the thought.

She rolled her eyes a little bit at herself, at the ridiculous un-Beckett type thoughts running through her head. She'd heard of chemo brain, and had experienced it during the months of her treatment. She'd felt the full effect of toxic chemicals on her memory and cognition, on her ability to find and retrieve words. She'd been so frustrated by it that it had driven her from the precinct.

However, now she was back at work and she was in the swing of things, feeling happy and healthy, and life was good. She shook her head once again at her thoughts, chemo-brain was bad, but baby-brain is so much worse. I've gone from confused toxic mess to mushy hormonal mess. Truth be told, she was too happy to care.

A moan beside her drew her attention from her musings and to her waking husband. She turned to find him already awake, watching her silently. Some things never changed and Rick Castle's need to stare at Kate Beckett was one of those constants.

"Good morning you" She spoke as she leaned down to kiss him.

"Mmmmm." He moaned appreciatively into her lips, "it is a good morning."

He propped himself up on his elbow and pulled her closer for another kiss, threading his fingers through her hair. She'd recently gotten highlights and with the alterations she looked almost just as she did before she lost her hair, only it was still substantially shorter. Only they knew the differences, which could be felt rather than seen, as her hair had grown back with a slightly thicker texture.

With her health fully restored, her complexion with warm color and soft curves on her body, she felt much like she did before the cancer too. Only now he got to enjoy the added benefit of the glow she possessed, of the extra curves on her stunning body, and the insatiable appetite for him complements of her hormones. Granted there were mood swings, there were bad days and there was uncertainty, but there was love and excitement too. There was a baby, their baby, and he couldn't wait to meet the little one.

For Kate Beckett life seemed perfect. Little did she know that her happy little family was about to receive another major bombshell.

Yep. Another baby fic, but you guys knew that …So after just finishing a baby fic. in "Partners With Benefits", I can't believe I'm jumping into another, but this story will be very different. I purposely did not focus on her progression through the pregnancy in my last story because it would be so heavily featured in this one. Hopefully it's not overkill. Still, following the other stories, of course it was going to be a baby fic…

For those of you who read the first part and said WTF? I already know the ending of this story, hang with me…its all kinds of fluffy…