Prelude
Castle's P.O.V
I smiled down at the perfect little baby curled up in my arms. It sucked on its fingers, big hazel eyes gazing up at me like it was opening them for the first time. I rubbed the soft porcelain skin on its cheek with my thumb. Taking its fingers out of its mouth, it gave me a big, toothless grin and made a noise close to little laughter. I smiled even bigger and laughed along with it.
All of a sudden, the front door slammed open and a dark figure stood there, gun pointed at me. I didn't know who this baby belonged to or who was about to shoot, but I knew I had to protect the baby.
I put one arm up, still cradling the infant close to me. I set down the baby, who started whimpering, and then wailing. The figure didn't flinch. I raised both arms, feeling small tears welling in my eyes. The sound of the baby's helplessness was unbearable. I looked at the baby then at the figure.
"Please," I whispered, my lip quivering.
The shadow unlocked the gun and shot. As I was nailed in the chest I bolted upright in bed, breathing heavily and in a cold sweat.
It was just a dream.