For the longest time Rick had thought that the smell of cherries was the most wonderful scent in the world.
From the first moment that Kate had leaned in, looking over his shoulder at the graphic novel of a dead, vampire wannabe, he had been sucked in.
He didn't even know of a fitting analogy to describe how sucked in he had been.
Since that day he took every opportunity he could to lean in, reach over, and look around the detective. For the soul purpose of loosing himself in her wonderful aroma.
She smelled like cherries the night he took her out on their first date. Again the night he took her to a charity ball, where they swayed back and forth together for hours, his nose buried in those delicious auburn tresses.
She smelled like cherries on the first night she spent in what was now their bed. Hell, he was convinced that no amount of detergent could rid the sheets of cherries – not that he would ever wish for that to happen.
Cherries on the day they became two halves of a whole. And every day after that.
But today, today Rick began to think that there was something better than cherries.
He paced the room, nearly wearing a trail in the grey linoleum tiles, and decided, for sure. The second he looked into the tiny face, curled against his chest he knew it.
The soft, warm, clean smell of the littlest member of their family was, without a doubt, better than the smell of cherries.
Just something cute that popped into my head. Hope you like it!
Such a shame, I don't own Castle.
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