Author: MoiraShipper

Summary: AU. Richard Castle, though a famous and handsome writer, is going through a lot of personal problems after his divorce with Meredith and now has to take care of his 5 year old daughter, Alexis. And one day, an angel called Katherine appears in his loft, making him fall in love with her.

Castle's Angel

Richard Castle sighed, tired that night. The handsome and famous writer of the Storm's saga was going through many problems that year. A week ago he had come from a trip from Texas to promote his books when he found his now ex-wife, Meredith, betraying him with her director, in their bed. The screams and discussions had woken up their daughter, Alexis, and Richard had asked his mother, Martha, to take her with her to spend the night outside, concerned about the little girl.

Meredith had tried to explain herself, saying she had felt alone and that Richard was never around and neither showed that he loved her, but in the end, she had cried out that she was only with him for the money and fame and that he could keep their daughter, because she didn't care.

"How can you talk like that, so cold, about our daughter?" The man with the beautiful blue eyes asked, in a mix of anger and disappointment.

Alexis was an innocent 5 years old girl, always opening a huge smile when she would see her father returning from a trip, or in the rare moments when Meredith would join them for a walk in the park.

"Alexis was the guarantee of our marriage. But now it's over!" The redhead replied aloud, staring at him, her eyes flashing. "Since you want the divorce, I will give it to you. And take all the money from you that I can."

"So it was all about money, wasn't it?" He asked disappointed, already knowing the answer. "You won't get another penny from me, Meredith. Get your stuff and get out of here, my lawyer will look for you in the coming days."

Meredith indignantly took a small vase that was on the table and throw it at Richard, hitting his forehead. The man groaned in pain, seeing stars and putting his hand to his forehead, feeling the cut and the blood dripping from it, while Meredith grabbed her suitcases and closed the door with violence, leaving him alone.

Richard rubbed his forehead, where there was a band-aid, brushing away his brown hair, feeling the spot throbbing, where Meredith had hit him with the vase. He and Meredith had a meeting with his lawyers that week, because as the redhead had promised she would try to take all the money from him that she could. And the writer was going to fight so that she wouldn't and also to have full custody of Alexis, although the mother didn't want her.

Before his daughter come to the world, Richard had a new woman every week, always appearing on page six, among the most wanted single men because, besides being famous, he was a handsome and elegant man, with broad and well structured body, brown hair and baby blue eyes that could conquer every woman.

But when he met Meredith and then Alexis was born, he changed because the little girl soon hand him wrapped around her finger with her big blue eyes and a contagious smile and the man wanted to protect his daughter from all this publicity, fussing her and giving her all his love, his little pumpkin.

"Daddy?"

Richard looked at the door of his office and saw the little girl with red hair and big blue eyes looking at him, in her pajamas and containing a yawn. The man's face lit up and he reached for her, and she ran to him, sitting on his lap.

"Ready to sleep, dear?" He asked in a sweet voice, embracing the most important thing in his life, his daughter.

"Yep." She replied with a smile, as she hugged him back.

"Sure you don't prefer to stay up late and watch a marathon of the princess's movies?"

"Daddy, you know I have to sleep at 8 pm, I'm still a child." Alexis said with a pout, turning to her father and putting her little hands on her hips.

The man laughed at the maturity of the little girl, ruffling her hair and lifting her in his arms as he carried her to her bedroom, on the other floor. In the way, the child asked:

"Daddy, do angels exist?"

"Of course they exist, pumpkin, as well as Santa, the Easter Bunny..."

"But you're the Easter bunny!" The girl pointed out, remembering the last Easter, when she had found her father wearing rabbit ears and putting her chocolate eggs under the bed in the morning.

"Well, yes. But angels exist. Why are you asking me that?"

The girl played with his stubble, as they reached the door to her room and she said quietly:

"Because I felt an angel petting my hair as I played with my dolls and there was this smell of cherries in the air."

"Umm... She must be your guardian angel." Richard said with a smile, depositing Alexis on the bed.

Alexis smiled happily, while her father covered her and put her favorite teddy bear in her arms and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"She must be beautiful..." She murmured, almost asleep.

"Yes, she must be, and will always take care of you. Sweet dreams my pumpkin."

"Good night, daddy." Before he left, the girl asked softly: "You know I love you, right? And I'll never leave you?"

Thrilled with his daughter's words, he nodded, looking at her and when she relaxed, he send her a kiss from the door.

"I love you and will always take care of you."

Richard closed the door behind him, feeling a lump in his throat at the thought of all that Alexis had been going through, being so young, but she was the one giving him the strength to move on. He would do anything to keep her always happy and loved.

The writer reached his office, going to his chair when he was invaded by the scent of cherries and noted that there was already someone sitting on it. Richard stopped in place, amazed to see the most beautiful woman in the world or the universe.

She had long and wavy brown hair with blonde highlights, framing her face. Her hazel eyes sparkled in amusement and her red lips had an amused smile. She wore a long, laced and white dress, but what had made him stop originally wasn't her beauty but the pair of white wings on her.

The red lips parted and Richard tried to say something, without success, lost with the sight of her wings.

"Hello Richard Alexander Rodgers. Meet your guardian angel, I'm Katherine."

TBC

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