Jordon was deeply asleep by the time they had reached the loft. Castle put her in one of the spare rooms and stepped away. Kate pulled Jordon's off her shoes and jeans and covered the sleeping little girl. She watched her daughter for a moment before turning away. Castle was leaning against the wall near the door, his arms crossed and secret smile across his face.

Castle pulled Kate from the room then hooked her arm through his. "We need to talk." He told her as they walked down the stairs.

"Coffee?" Castle asked entering the kitchen area. "Hungry?" Before she could say anything, he was reaching in the fridge for the left over pot roast. "Never mind. You are going to eat something."

Beckett watched him putter about the kitchen. "Thanks, Castle."

He stopped preparing the two pot roast sandwiches and looked at her. Casually, he wiped off his hands on a towel and stepped around to the chair that she was sitting and swung it to face him. Beckett looked up into his face and he peered down. "You never have to thank me for anything. I would do anything for you." Cupping her face with his big hands, "I am going to kiss you now. If you don't want me to, then tell me now."

Seconds later Castle was being kissed, cherry scent surrounding him. His mind closed down. He had waited for this for years. His arms slid around her middle while Beckett's hands cupped his head. It lasted forever yet only seconds before they broke apart breathing hard. Castle cleared his throat while Beckett sank back into her chair speechless. He hugged her to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held on for dear life. They held on to each other, feeling the warmth of the other sinking into the empty parts of their hearts and soul. He let go of her after dropping a quick kiss on her swollen lips.

Castle began preparing their late lunch again, humming as he did so. Kate tried to figure out what was going through his mind. She remembered the time after their first case was finished that she would never be one of Castle's girls. She didn't know where this was going and she had a child to consider now.

"Stop it, Kate." Castle set a sandwich and a cup of coffee in front of her. He placed his beside her and sat down. "Anytime, anywhere, anyway. I am going nowhere and neither are you."

Kate looked at his handsome, resolute face. Her face was equally determined. "I won't be one of your girls. I have a daughter to think about now."

He cut her off with a finger over her soft lips. "You have always been one of my girls. Just like the little one upstairs is one of my girls." He kissed her tenderly. "My girls are Alexis, mother, you and Jordon. But more importantly, sweetheart, you are my lady. My only lady."

"What about all the women I have seen you with or heard about over the last few years. You are the playboy writer, the sex god extraordinaire. The man I love that was having an affair with his ex-wife. Gina told me that …" Kate drifted off, her words reverberating in her mind. "Crap." Beckett's face flushed the color of Castle's blood red shirt.

Castle hooted, pushed the plates away and swung her up, setting her on the counter. Stepping between her legs, he put his hands on the counter top on each side of her body. "I don't know which to answer to first. I like the sex god extraordinaire!" He kissed her and placed his arms on her shoulders. "Gina is … Gina. She sees what she wants to see and does what she wants without thought of whom she could hurt. She isn't mean just thoughtless."

"Now comes my favorite part of what you said." Castle smiled gently. "You love me." His hands cupped her face. "I love you. I have since the moment I met you." He shrugged his shoulders. "Well not the moment because it was definitely lust at first site, but shortly thereafter."

Beckett stared at the man she had wanted since she was a girl in high school reading his first book. She had saved clipping from newspapers and scandal sheet about him. She had fantasized about him in different way since she was old enough to understand what the word 'hot' implied when attached to a human. She began falling in love with him on their first case and it had grown inside of her until she didn't know where she ended and he began. Still there was a problem. She didn't share and for her marriage was a forever commitment. "I don't share." There it was out. Kate told him.

"I am assuming you are talking about non-family members?" Castle asked. Beckett nodded her head solemnly. "Good. Because I don't share either. That's why I have been divorced twice." He frowned. "Don't believe those new rags."

Castle hugged her close to him and then pulled her down from the countertop and dropped her into a chair. He pushed her meal in front of her then plopping into his chair he took a bite of his sandwich. Beckett looked at him, confused by his actions until she heard little feet on the staircase. "I have been listening for children a lot longer than you." He smiled and pushed her sandwich at her "Eat."

Jordon came into the kitchen and looked at the sandwiches. "You gonna starve me?" She asked crossly, rubbing her blue eyes. Moments later, she was happily munching on a sandwich and a glass of milk.

Castle put the dishes into the dishwasher and listened to Beckett talk to her daughter. Jordon was being difficult which he was beginning to think was normal for her. He would have to ask Kate's dad about Kate as a small child. A thought suddenly occurred to him. Beckett's dad – did he know he had a granddaughter? Castle looked at the clock and groaned. It was after 10 pm and that little nap had revitalized Jordon.

"You ok over there?" Beckett turned towards him. He could see dark circles forming under her eyes.

"Just ducky." Castle looked at Jordon and gave a little sigh. The child was wired. He remembered Alexis at this age. A nap of two hours guaranteed no sleep for anyone until early morning or late night, depending on how you looked at it.

Castle joined them on the sofa. He closed his eyes and remembered those moments with Kate. Sitting up, he looked at Kate. "Your dad?"

Jordon's eyes lit up. "I got a grandpa?"

Kate looked across Jordon to Castle. "I haven't told him yet." She looked at her daughter. "Yes, but he doesn't know you are living with us. I mean me." Kate flushed.

Castle stretched out his hand across the back of the sofa to Kate's. "When are you planning to call him?" He rubbed his forefinger on her hand, garnering her attention. "I like the 'us'."

"It's too late now. First thing tomorrow, I guess." She leaned back on the sofa, inches from her daughter. "Will that be ok? Meeting your granddad tomorrow?" Beckett asked Jordon.

Jordon nodded as she watched the two adults. She knew something was going on. They were acting funny. The guy was nice but Jordon knew that could change the second he was not trying to impress her … Beckett. Beckett didn't want her. She tried to run away before Jordon opened the door. Jordon figured Beckett took her because she wanted to impress this guy. No, Jordon decided, it was that Beckett had found her father and was now trying to nail him for money. That made more sense than impressing this Castle dude.

Castle saw Jordon's mind working. She was working something out and had finally reached a conclusion. "Whatever you just decided is wrong." He tapped Jordon on her head with his finger.

Jordon scowled at him. "How do you know what I was thinking?" She demanded, her little face becoming pugnacious.

Castle leaned towards the child and the child leaned towards him. Beckett was biting her lip to keep from laughing out loud. She took her phone from her pocket and snapped a picture of the two of them. They may not be blood related, but the expression was out-and-out Castle. Her little girl was a born mimic: Face stern, eyes narrowed, one eyebrow lifted and bottom lip stuck out. She looked just like him in miniature form. Kate wondered if it was possible. She thought back to that night, but it was a blur. Surely, she would not have forgotten sleeping with her fantasy man. She considered for a moment. Lanie could help her rule out Castle as Jordon's father. She almost wished it was Castle. It would make life much easier in the long run.

"I come from a long line of mind readers." Castle said in response to Jordon's question. "You were thinking I was being nice to you for your mom's sake. Then you decided that your mother had discovered who your father was and was going to exhort money from him. And," he held up his finger, placing it on his temple, "You still can't decided what to call your mother."

Beckett could tell Jordon was trying to develop a poker face, but failed miserably. Jordon resembled a fish out of water for a moment before she continued the salvo. "You don't know nothing. She's Beckett. She's just the lady who got stuck with me 'cause I am a kid that nobody wanted." Jordon's bottom lip began to quiver. "She's not my mom. And you can't come from a long line of anything 'cause you're a little bastard like me."

Castle had been prepared for almost anything, except that. Now he resembled the drowning fish, but recovered quickly. "She is Beckett and your mother. Just like I have a mother, too. You will meet her later. And my daughter, Alexis." Tears began to splash down Jordon's cheeks. He pulled the small child to his chest then reached out to pull her weeping mother to him. The girls snuggled into his shoulders. "Jordon. We have a unique opportunity to create our own fathers. He can be anyone we want him to be. Our mothers did the best they could with what they had at the time. We are not bastards. We are the children of women who love too well and, in the end, will always love us for us."

Both of his girls placed gentle wet kisses on his cheek and snuggled back down into his damp shirt.