Disclaimer: They aren't my creations. Lame I know.

Notes: Last chapter of this one, and it might be a few days before I get started on the actual sequel to Even Writers. Might. I don't really know where the next week is going to take me. I have a huge test coming up in Copyright Law, and some heavy duty birthday celebrating to do on monday and tuesday. I'm already working on where the new story is going to go though, don't worry! These mistakes are all mine. ALL. You can't have them. I'd also like to point out I actually like the names I've listed in their searchings. :D I apologize if the french is wrong google translator isn't the most accurate thing out there.

As is becoming my favorite thing to do, I've dropped some easter eggs in this one too, can you find them?

Thanks again for all the reviews, and No1castlefan got it right. I lifted the part with Jimmy straight (well that's a lie, I did extend the scene) from an interview Stana had done with Bonnie Hunt, if you haven't seen the interview I suggest checking it out on the YouTubes. She does accents and lisps and childhood stories.

Allons y!

Castle carried two bowls of macaroni upstairs, and slid into the bed next to her, "Dinner, is served."

She smiled and pushed his laptop off to the side, "Yay."

"Here," he offered her the bowl, "what are you looking at?"

"Names," she answered after taking a bite of the pasta.

"Find anything good?"

"No, found a lot of names I just hate though."

"Lots of those out in the world," he took a large bite of pasta, "hot."

"I would say something, but you'll never learn," she shook her head at his mouth fanning.

"What letter did you get to?" He asked after his mouth had cooled.

"Still in the A's," she picked the laptop up and handed it to him.

"Adria... Ainslee... Allyson... Angela... Astrid... Ava... Ayla..." he paused long enough to eat some more, "Blaire... Blaire might work with Johanna," he turned to look at Kate.

"No," she shook her head and kept eating.

"Then further into the alphabet I go, pick a letter."

"R."

"I already told you we can't name her Richard," he clicked on the hyperlink at the bottom that took them to the R names, "No... No... Raina?"

"No."

"Remy."

"We're not naming her Remy. S."

"Changing letters so fast on me... well fine then," he clicked to the S's, "Simone?"

"Non, je n'aime pas ce nom," she replied in a perfect French accent. She went back to eating her macaroni.

"That was so hot..." he stared at her with his mouth agape.

"Flies are getting in," she closed his mouth for him and went back to her bowl.

"Okay you don't like Simone," turning back to the screen and continued going through the names, "Sophia?"

"Nothing with an 'a' sound at the end."

"Well, there goes Olivia too," he clicked to a new letter and Alexis knocked on the door, "Hey, pumpkin!"

"Hi," Alexis stepped in, "What are you guys up to?"

"We are picking names out. Did you get dinner?"

"Paige and I grabbed a burger, find anything good?" Alexis edged closer.

"She has shot everything down I've picked out so far," he jerked his head toward Kate before downing another bite of macaroni.

"You keep picking names with too many 'a' sounds in them, it just sounds sort of silly to me," she defended.

"Silly how?" he asked.

"It just rolls of your tongue weird, two names together ending in that sound."

"So you guys are obviously going with Johanna," Alexis interrupted their banter.

"Yeah," her father beamed.

"Anything sound good to you?" Kate asked taking another bite of her dinner.

Alexis sat on the end of the bed, "You're asking me?"

"Lex, she is your sister," Kate sat her empty bowl aside, "Anything sound good to you?"

"I can't believe you want my suggestions," Alexis was speaking more to herself as she closer her eyes and tried to run through names in her head.

"I bet they are all better than mine have been," Castle offered, "Even more importantly, you should be involved in this."

"I'm coming up empty," Alexis finally spoke, "Sorry, but thank you for asking."

"It's okay," Kate smiled, "we still have time to pick."

Alexis started to respond when her phone interrupted, "Hi... Really? Okay, yeah... No, I understand. Bye"

"What was that about?" Castle asked noting Alexis' fallen face.

"Emily isn't going to be able to make it to the movie tonight," Alexis pouted, and then turned to her face up with a big smile, "That sounds perfect with Johanna. Emily."

"Emily Johanna Castle," he tried it out, "It does sound nice."

"I think she does too," Kate smiled and offered by way of explanation, "I think she just bruised my liver in her excitement."

"She gets that from you."

"So... is it settled," Kate looked back and forth between Alexis and Castle, "Emily Johanna?"

"I like it," Alexis replied, before standing up, "I'm going to go meet everyone for drinks before the movie."

"Have fun, be careful."

"I will, Dad."

Castle moved the laptop and his now empty bowl the nightstand and then scooted down in the bed until he was nose to belly next to Kate, "I'm very glad you like your name, but could you do me a favor and not hurt your mommy?"

Kate laughed and put her hand in his hair, "I don't think it works that way."

He ignored her and kept on, this time bring a hand up to stroke the side of her stomach he wasn't talking to, "You see, Emmy, I'd like to keep her around for a very, very long time, and if you keep kicking her like that we're gonna have a problem. While we're at it... Do you think that you could maybe come out looking like me?"

"Ego, much?" Kate tugged his hair a little.

"Nothing to do with ego," he sat up and looked her in the eyes, "I can barely survive having one of you around. I might get all the fangirls, but you get the longing stares. The bumping elbows. The open mouths. The jealous wives, girlfriends, and fiances. The wolf-whistles. The whispers. The once, twice, and thrice overs. If she looks like me none of that will happen, and I will survive her teenage years."

"That is the sweetest and most backward compliment you have ever come up with," she leaned forward and kissed him, "but you would still be in trouble."

"Huh?"

"Alexis looks like you," she sat back against the headboard and waited for it click. When he went pale she laughed.

"Why did you have to do that?" he moved toward her on the bed, "Hmm? Couldn't just let me live in denial?"

"Nope," she grinned and pressed herself further into the headboard, "It's my job to keep your grounded."

"Well, it was mean."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him so close that their noses were brushing, "You'll forgive me."

"I will?"

"Mmmhmm," she answered before sealing their lips in a searing kiss.

"You're right," he answered after breaking the kiss, "Forgiven."

"I told you," she unwound her arms from his neck and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

"What was that for?" he slid his hand across her cheek and into her hair.

"I told you earlier that I wanted dessert," she moved on to the next button.

"Yes, yes you did, I can't seem to remember what it was you wanted though?" he moved his face down to her neck and started leaving a trail of kisses from collarbone all the way up to her ear.

"Neither can I," she grinned undoing a third button.

"I think you do," he grazed her earlobe with his teeth.

She pulled his face away, and kissed him roughly, "You talk too much."

"I know," he pulled her back to him and they necked like the teenagers they secretly were for an hour.

When morning rolled around neither one would be able to explain the broken bowl in the floor, or willing to explain how their hickeys got there.