Disclaimer: Even if I was somehow transported into the series, I still would not own it; I'd really love to be a character though.
Now that man was taking care of her and just exited the bedroom. She sighed and attempted to make sense of the situation.
They sat in his living room after a hard case. He poured another round of red wine. Something about him looked more tempting after each sip until she could not contain it any longer. She snuggled into him and took control of his lips. Soon afterwards, clothes started flying as they made their way to the bedroom. He didn't stop to put on some protection.
"Woman….. Thirty-one… pregnant….. shot in the chest." She heard snippets of the medical team's analysis. Pregnant?
She had to tell him sometime, but she didn't know how. How could she be clever enough to not make this conversation any more cliché than it was going to be already? She knew she would blunder. And how could she let a brilliant wordsmith hear her fumble for the right words? Telling her father was the easy part, but telling Castle? That was another story. She attempted to pull the words out of her mouth in the hospital room but couldn't quite get them out. That and he kept interrupting her.
He came back in and sat down on the bed before her musings went too far.
"Can you help me change the dressings?" She asked and unbuttoned her nightgown.
He gave her his typical grin," sure." Castle said, tenderly moving her breasts out of the way and carefully switched the bandages. She gave a slight wince.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yah. Listen, about what we said in the hospital. I did remember a lot, but I didn't want to. You know how sometimes you can remember things when you're under anesthesia, like when you get your wisdom teeth out?" She asked.
'Yah…."
"I remember the medical team saying something about my condition when they brought me in. Do you remember the last time I was over after that really hard case?"
"Sort of."
"We had that really good red wine, and you didn't stop to pt a condom on."
"That part's a little fuzzy."
"I found out…..I'm, I mean we're…. we'll have someone in common." She finally finished. He looked at her.
"You're PREGNANT!" He exclaimed. Martha knocked on the door.
"Richard, what's going on in there?"
"Not now, Mother!" He returned his attention to Kate. "Well, the way I see it, we only have one option."
