Disclaimer: I don't own CASTLE!
A/N: Really guys, thanks a LOT to everyone who has put my story in their favorite's list, because I got like… 13 alerts to my mail? There were 3 alerts of review from Elisabeth-P, who I appreciate a lot, thanks for your critic (: ! Also from NinaK.05, thanks a lot, I'm glad you liked it, and don't worry, I'll try to write constantly :D
To Giggle Britches, also thanks a lot by your critics and helpful ideas (: THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS MADE ME HAVE A HAPPY DAY!
So… here's my story! Oops, I forgot! :P By the way: I'm gonna write in italics the dialogues, in case that anyone gets confused!
RICK'S POV:
I arrived home, and felt really bad about the discussion I had with Kate. Why couldn't I have paid more attention, and notice she was being serious instead of playing around?
My daughter was already home, making some s'mores in the kitchen.
-Hey dad! – Alexis chirped happily.- I'm making s'mores! Do you want one?
-Hey pumpkin…- I said. - No, thanks sweetie, I'm not hungry. - I replied, with a plastic smile on my face.
-Okay, dad. What's going on? And don't tell me you're not "hungry"; because you are ALWAYS, and I mean, ALWAYS hungry for s'mores. You even said this morning you wanted some! So don't lie to me, I know something is bothering you. – My daughter said with a quizzical look on her face. – Does this have to do with Detective Beckett?
I knew I couldn't lie to my daughter. Not while I looked into her deep blue eyes like mine, filled with concern. I knew I couldn't hide it anymore. Sooner or later she was going to find out. So I told her what happened at Kate's apartment.
When I was done talking, I knew there was an interrogatory coming.
-Okay…- My daughter began. – First of all, how could you do that, dad? Did you EVEN said sorry?
-Yeah, pumpkin, I SWEAR I did, but she was really pissed at me at that moment. I doubt she even heard me. She was crying! I MADE HER CRY! I just… can't believe it, I feel so…
-Mean? – Alexis completed the sentence for me. – Yeah, I know. Why don't you let her cool herself, and go to her apartment tomorrow morning, apologize and give her a present? Maybe bouquets of flowers or a teddy bear…? – My daughter said.
Well, actually that's a really good idea, right? So I acknowledged her.
-Great idea, sweetheart! I'm going to look up a flower shop that opens at 7 a.m.! – I said, happily.
-7 A.M.? Seriously, dad? You want her to forgive you, not to kick you out of her apartment that early! – Alexis said, surprised.
- Well, Kate wakes up at 6:30 a.m.; takes a run through the park near her house 'till 7:45; and that gives me time to buy the flowers, get her a little present, think what I'll say to her and arrive in time! – I said triumphantly.
- DAD! You sound like a stalker! – Alexis said giggling.
-Well, sunshine, if I am a stalker, I'm the best one, right? – I said joking.
-Yeah, dad… sure! Whatever you say… - My daughter said.
Hey! That's not supporting! – I said, mockingly.
