"Kate Beckett, whatever are you doing?" A humor filled voice called out. Shit, she swore under her breath, quickly closing the fridge and trying to swallow the evidence before answering.
"Nothing." She replied innocently as she turned to face Castle who was coming up behind her.
"Oh yeah?" He questioned gathering her into his arms, which was a bit more difficult these days with her protruding belly. "Well, it appears you have a little nothing right here." He said flicking his tongue on the corner of her mouth.
"Mayo?" He asked incredulously. "And pickles?" He asked as he spotted the open jar of pickles near the refrigerator.
"Ok, so maybe I got a little hungry and had to get a late night snack."
"Kate, it's 3am. Should you be having pickles and mayo at this time?"
"Castle, this dam kid is always hungry. I woke up and I had this craving for pickles and mayo. I couldn't help myself. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the fridge scarffing it all down. It's like I'm possessed by some alien with weird tastes." He laughed out loud at her petulant state. "Don't laugh." She said swatting on the shoulder. "It's not funny. At this rate I'm going to be a cow by the time he's born."
"Mooo." He teased. "Come on, let's get back to bed, we can practice milking the cow." He winked guiding her to the bedroom by the hand.
"You know it's talk like that, that got us into this mess to start with," she countered.