For Ris and Becca, who for some stupid reason decided that it was OKAY TO START TALKING ABOUT PREGNANT BECKETT NOT OKAY, GUYS.
NOT. OKAY.
Anyway, they demanded. I caved. Enjoy.
"I'm bored." Castle didn't look up from his laptop, didn't stop reading and re-reading and re-re-reading what he'd spent the last couple of hours writing. "Castle."
"Yes, Kate. You're bored. I know. I remember from the last time you told me, and if I remember correctly that was only five minutes ago."
Kate groaned and turned away from him, palms pressed flat against the small of her back. "I hate you, you know that, don't you? I really, really hate you."
"Yeah," Castle chuckled setting the laptop down next to him," yeah, I know. But you are allowed to hate me for the next two weeks, and how ever longer labour takes. And after that, you have to go back to worshipping the ground I walk upon."
"I'd give up the two weeks if I could just push these girls out."
"Well, you might get lucky and go into labour tomorrow."
Kate turned around again, walked back towards him. "I want a cup of coffee."
"You can't have a cup of coffee." Kate picked up a cushion from the sofa and lobbed it at his head, and he ducked it, laughing. "I'll make you a decaf."
"I don't want decaf. I want proper coffee. Proper coffee in a proper mug." She groaned. "Oh god, I miss coffee."
"You've managed eight months and two weeks without it. I think you can last two more."
Kate tipped her head forward, glared at her baby bump ruefully. "Why won't they come out?"
"Because it's not time yet. And they're stubborn. Just like you. They ain't gonna move until they're ready. And I am perfectly happy to let them stay there until they are perfectly ready to move."
"Yeah, you're not the one carrying them." She hissed. "And they don't keep you awake in the middle of the night kicking each other. And they didn't make you throw up for three months straight. And you can still lie on your front, and drink coffee, and see your feet, and your ankles aren't swollen and your breasts don't hurt-"
"I don't have breasts." Castle pointed out, regarding her with amusement.
"-and all your clothes fit, and you don't have to waddle around like a penguin, and you don't have to struggle to get out of a chair, or out of bed, and you can drink coffee, do you know what I would do to have coffee-"
"I imagine it would involve something that would probably end up with you in jail."
"-and I don't want to have a constant craving for carrots. I want to be able to eat strawberry milkshakes and not throw up-"
Castle stood up and wrapped his arms around her, resting his shoulder on her chin, his hands resting against the bump protruding from her shirt. Kate placed her hands over his, let out a long sigh. "I just want our girls here. I want to be able to hold them, and let them wrap their hand around my finger and watch them open their eyes, and smile, and their first word, and their first step and their first day of school, and graduation, and their first date and their first love, and their first heartbreak, and grandkids! I want grandkids."
"They are not going anywhere near boys until they are at least thirty."
Kate snorted. "Yeah, you'll be lucky. You're not turning them into nuns."
"I don't want them to have a stage like you did, with your tattoo's and your motorbikes and your belly rings and your biker boyfriends."
"Can't promise anything, Castle. Teenage girls are strange, strange creatures. And don't think you'll be so lucky with these two like you were with Alexis. Compared to some, Alexis's wild child phase was not particularly wild."
"Do you think there's a way to stop them growing past the age of ten?"
Kate laughed, reached an arm around to awkwardly pat him on the shoulder. "In your dreams, Castle."
