Disclaimer: If I owned Castle they would be in honeymoon right now.
Dear Rick,
I miss you.
A part of me keeps saying that this is stupid, that it doesn't matter how many letters I write it won't bring you back. That side is Detective Beckett: stubborn and rational. And then there's Kate, sweet and emotional, and she just want to feel closer to you. You would be happy to know that Kate won this time. That's why I'm here right now: in your desk, writing in your laptop. Would we have had more time if had let Kate win more times when you were here?
I know: no regrets. But I can't help. I miss you and it hurts all the time.
I'm still not able to come to terms with what happened in that day.
Your presence still lingering here. I feel you in every corner in our bedroom. In your office. In the precinct. Your chair still beside my desk, there were flowers, lollipops and a very complicated puzzle there in my first day back. They were your favorites, the ones you said that taste like soap; I never understood why you liked them. And then again I never really understood your culinary taste.
Our baby is a boy, Rick. I bet he'll have your eyes. He will be here soon and can't help to wonder what I'll tell him when he asks for daddy. I'll have to stop working at the precinct soon. I don't know when I'll be back, but I have to be here for our baby boy. I'm so broken Rick, will I be a good mother?
I wish you were here.
I promess I'll try my best when he comes , but just for a little while, can you let me miss you a little bit more?
I'll write you again soon.
I love you,
Kate
A/N: Review please? *puppy dog eyes*