Hey guys, this is a little idea I've had for a while now, but never got around to write.
I don't know if I like it, but I'll let you readers decide.
Disclaimer : If I owned even a small part of Castle, they'd have babies by now.
Si le coeur te fait mal, si tu ne sais plus rire
Si tu ne sais plus être gai comme autrefois
Si le cirque est parti, si tu n'as pu le suivre
Amène-toi chez nous, je t'ouvrirai les bras
Je n'ai rien d'un bouffon qui déclenche les rires
Mais peut-être qu'à deux nous trouverons la joie
Viens
Three days.
Three days since Kate Beckett had moved into his loft after her apartment exploded and already he can't remember a time when he didn't wake up to her puttering around his kitchen.
He knows it's not good. He knows that she'll leave soon, that this weird dynamic that has developed is only temporary. She'll want her independence back and she'll assume he'll want his home back.
He can't even begin to pretend she's right. He's done lying to himself because even if he tries, he can't ignore the feelings the mere sight of her provokes in him.
He doesn't want to try anymore. He thinks he might be falling in love with her, and strangely, the thought doesn't frighten him as much as he thought it would.
"Dad?"
The voice of his daughter interrupted his reverie.
"Yeah Pumpkin?"
As Alexis' head comes into focus, he notices the slight concern in her eyes. Oops. She must've been trying to gain his attention quite a few times before he actually responded.
"Kate was just asking you something."
He turns to Beckett and sees the slight curl of her lip. Well, he's glad his distraction amuses at least one person.
"Are you going to the precinct tomorrow morning? It's just gonna be paperwork and I'm not on call until noon," she repeated.
"Ah, euh…"
He cleared his throat.
"Paperwork? Count me out."
She rolled her eyes and leaned into his daughter, fake whispering. "Now, how did I know he would say that?"
They both giggle a little and it warms his heart that they get along so well. He watches them dance around in the kitchen, the detective having insisted in preparing dinner because "It's the least I could do for letting me crash here, Castle." Of course, Alexis had offered to help and they had both promptly banished him from their workspace.
He hears the door open and his mother's booms across the space separating them. "Something smells good, Richard. What are you making this fine evening?"
"Oh Martha, you are just in time! Dinner's ready."
She goes to stand right next to her son, elbowing him gently in the ribs. "She cooks too, darling, I tell you, she's a keeper. Smart, driven and multi-talented.
"Mother!" he protests, a blush already beginning to creep up his cheek. Fortunately, both girls are too busy with setting up the table to pay attention to the older woman's words.
"Oh kiddo, who do you think you are fooling?" she chuckles.
He's about to reply when Beckett and Alexis come back, urging both of them to go take a seat at the table. They go willingly, but not without a last teasing glance from his mother. They three woman immediately ease into a comfortable conversation, completely ignoring him and he can't help but wonder if he may have a chance of a future where the very scene taking place in front of him is a daily occurrence.
He'd be more than okay with that.
So that's it for the first chapter. I have 3 more planned so be sure to leave a review to tell me if you liked it or not!
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