"Kate, stop scratching. Welts are forming on your arm." Castle smoothed his wife's gown as he waited for the doctor to give them the results.
"I have good news and bad news," Dr. Milton said, making a note on Kate's file.
"And?" Kate practically hissed. "Can you tell me what's causing this? Is the baby ok?"
"The baby's fine," the doctor assured. "It looks like you are ten weeks along."
"The bad news?" Castle asked, concerned that the answer wouldn't be something he wanted to hear.
"It seems you are having an allergic reaction, Mrs. Castle." Dr. Milton pointed out.
Castle breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, that's easily solvable. What do we have to get rid of? Gluten, dairy, peanuts? Do we need to check the loft for dust particles?"
"That's the bad part of the news," the doctor removed his glasses. "After doing extensive testing…it seems that she's allergic to you, Mr. Castle."
"What?" Kate asked, "Surely you mean something that he uses, right? His shampoo or cologne or something?
"Unfortunately, no." Dr. Milton said. "It seems that the pregnancy has caused you to become allergic to Mr. Castle's very essence.
"Will this be a permanent thing?" Castle asked.
"I have no reason to believe that it will last after Mrs. Castle has given birth." He said.
Kate pulled the doctor down by his coat. "What exactly am I supposed to do if I'm allergic to my husband?" She practically shouted.
"That's the other thing, Mrs. Castle. You will need to be on bed rest for the next 30 weeks because your body has taken such a hit with this allergic reaction. So I suggest, you go on bed rest somewhere far away from Mr. Castle." The doctor pulled himself away from Kate, straightening his jacket.
"Are you telling me that I don't get to see my wife for the next seven months? Even though she's pregnant with my baby?" Castle asked.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you. It's what's best for her and the baby, Mr. Castle. I suggest you get used to using Facetime on a regular basis. Once the baby's born, the reaction should clear up and you can spend time with your family again." The doctor made another note in the file.
"So I can't even be in the room when she gives birth?" Castle couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"That could be dangerous." The doctor said. "I would suggest having someone else hold her hand during delivery."
"Unbelievable." Kate shook her head and grumbled. "I guess Lanie could do it."
The doctor eyed both of them. "Look, I know this is difficult news. I'll give you two a minute."
"Castle, I could go up to the Hamptons for the next seven months." Kate suggested. "I know it's not ideal, but I want our baby to be healthy."
"But who will take care of you if I'm not even allowed to be in the same room with you?" Castle asked.
"We have to hire someone to come in each day, make me food and so forth." Kate said, "I don't like it any more than you do, but we have to do something."
"Fine," Castle said. "But I'm calling you several times a day."
"In the meantime, you can focus on your PI business and tell me all about the cases." Kate said. "After all, I'm going to be bored out of my mind."
"Who knows, maybe I'll get some interesting ones and can start writing books about those?" Castle suggested.
"That sounds like a plan," Kate said, grabbing his hand.
"Kate a rash is forming on your hand, right now." Castle pointed.
"It happened that fast? I guess that means no last kiss, huh?" Kate said, sadness rising in her voice.
"I guess not, who knows what could happen?" Castle eyed the rash that seemed to be getting bigger with seconds.
"Call me a car, Castle. I'll see you in seven months." Kate said.
"See you both in seven months." Castle pointed to Kate's stomach.