Written July 2011
Before all of this, I was able to have a good night's rest. A peaceful night full of dreams with hot scenes. Then Kate Beckett came into my life, and she was in every god dammed dream of mine. Since that fateful night I haven't really had a good night's rest.
Five years later and I still can't, just thinking about it makes me laugh. Not only has my sleeping habits changed but my whole life been altered by her.
Hearing soft moans coming from the hallway, Richard Castle jumped out of bed, forgetting his recent thoughts. Walking a few steps toward the door he stopped in his tracks, turning on his heels he stared at his beautiful wife. She was sound asleep, her long brown hair covered most of her face, except the small smile she had on. Hearing the moaning continue he turned and headed out the door towards the guest room. He had no idea why he still called it 'the guest room' it had been a little over 4 months since they had converted it into a nursery.
Shuffling his feet across the wooden floor he headed towards the room that contained the soft moans. Everything was so dark he didn't see the crib in front of him and bumped into it, he thought he had moved it a couple of inches but maybe it was all in his imagination. Being careful as to not knocking down anything he walked slower and put his hands in front of his so he could feel his way through.
"Blah... times like this are when I wish I had night vision." He whispered into the dark night.
The moaning had turned into soft cries just as he reached for the tiny baby. Bring it close to him he started to rock her before her cries woke up everyone up. Soon she was back asleep and settled in her crib once again. Turning he smiled and walked to his room, he had gotten her to sleep in record time. This was something he could rarely do; even Kate took forever when trying to settle the cries. This was defiantly something he would rub into her face, maybe in the morning. Sitting on the edge of the bed he thought it was a good idea if he would go and turn the night light on. Running to do so, he tripped on a stuffed animal, landing with a loud thump. Grunting he inhaled a large sum of air, ignoring the pain that he felt in his chest from landing so hard. Finally he managed to raise his arm above his head and reached for the purple butterfly nightlight and turned it on. Not wanting to risk falling once again in the dark, or making noise that would wake others up he stayed on the hardwood floor, letting sleep overcome him.