So what did you guys think of the Castle promo?! Ahh, I have only watched it about a billion times.

I am yawning as Kate pops in the movie Madagascar and comes to join Hanna and me on the couch. Hanna is balled up in my lap while Kate in leaning into me. Kate grabs my arm and we tangle our fingers together—both our hands resting on her round stomach.

Hanna is snacking on some popcorn as she waits excitedly for the movie to start, even though she has seen this movie a million times. Now, every time we go to the zoo she insists that animals can indeed talk. Imagination really is something extraordinary.

"I'm going to fall asleep, work was exhausting," Kate says as she snuggles closer to me.

It was Kate's last day of work before our baby is born, and even though she did nothing more than paper work and a few interviews she is beat. I'm glad she is done till the baby comes—it keeps my mind at ease knowing she is safe at home and that our baby is too. "I'll carry you to bed, go to sleep Kate. You have had a long day," I tell her as I push a lose hair behind her ear. Kate plants a tender kiss on my hand—as if to say thank you—then she closes her eyes.

I curl one of my fingers through Hanna's locks and she gives me a happy smile. "Daddy, the sassy hippo is my favorite," Hanna concludes happily.

I laugh at her word choice; she is indeed the daughter of an author. She reminds me of Alexis in so many ways. "Where did you learn the word sassy?" I ask her.

"You called mommy sassy yesterday," Hanna answers as she averts her attention back to the television. I suddenly remember what she is talking about: Kate and I were in the kitchen with Hanna and Kate was eating a bowl of cereal while I was pouring myself a cup of coffee. Kate eyed my coffee with yearning—she is cutting out all caffeine while she was pregnant. "Castle, orange juice," she said grumpily.

"Ask nicely," I teased.

"No, you got me pregnant and now I can't have coffee—so I want some orange juice," she told me tiredly.

"Sassy mommy," I had told Hanna as I got the orange juice for my wife.

Now, I snap back to reality and smile at Hanna. "You are so incredibly smart," I compliment her. "And beautiful," I add.

Hanna smiles a wide tooth smile and I see her blue eyes light up. "I love you daddy," she says sincerely.

"I love you too baby," I reply lovingly.

When the movie ends, Hanna is chatting about her favorite parts. "Bedtime," I whisper to her as the credits roll.

"Story?" Hanna asks with a Kate-like face I just can't resist.

"Sure sweetheart, after I take mommy to bed," I tell her as she climbs from my lap and leaps off to her bed room.

I strategically get up and Kate does not even stir. It's rare to see her this at peace, Kate is always thinking something or doing something. I lift her up bridal style and I carry her to our bedroom. Kate then opens her eyes to see me carrying her. "You did not really have to carry me Castle," Kate mumbles.

"You looked so tired," I explain as I set her carefully down on the bed.

"Thanks," she says as she reaches for a kiss. I oblige and give her a quick kiss. "Goodnight," I whisper against her neck. I then lean down to her tummy and whisper a soft, "goodnight," to the baby as well. "Love you both," I say.

"Love you too Castle," Kate mutters into her pillow. By the time I shut the door I know she is out again.

When I return to Hanna's room I see that she is passed out in her bed as well, cuddled up with her baby blanket and a stuffed elephant that Kate gave her when we brought her home from the hospital.

I close her door quietly and return to my room. I crawl in bed and wrap an arm around Kate—minutes later, I'm out as well.

Unfortunately, it was only an hour later when a storm begins and Hanna comes running into our room with tears streaming down her face. She is shivering as she clutches her elephant tight. "Hanna, honey, are you okay?" I ask, frightened.

"Thunder," she mumbles—clearly petrified. Hanna hates thunderstorms, has ever since she was born.

"Okay, come on," I tell her as I drag myself out of bed and lift her up. I would just let her crawl in with us but Kate wants to stop Hanna from sleeping in our bed; when Hanna was two she slept in our room most nights and it took forever to get her to sleep in her big girl bed.

I take her to her room and lay her back down on her twin bed. I sit at the edge and pull her Disney Princess comforter up for her—to tuck her in. "You are going to be just fine," I promise her. "I won't let anything hurt you," I add.

"Sleep here," she practically begs.

The thunder is still going strong and I sigh—thinking I will lie with her until she falls asleep. I squeeze into her tiny made-for-a-three-year-old bed and she rests her head on my stomach and I wrap and arm around her. "I'm right here. You're safe, go to sleep Hanna," I say softly.

Soon, I know she is asleep, I try to lift myself up and wiggle my way from her grip but she catches me and opens her questioning eyes. "You can't leave," she whimpers.

"I'm not," I surrender as I lay back down.

"Castle?" a voice says, pulling me out of sleep.

I open my eyes to see Kate standing over me. "Hi," I say as I look at my surroundings. The sun is bleeding through Hanna's windows and Hanna is laying on me, still asleep.

"You guys were so adorable I took a picture," Kate confesses with a smile as she hands me her phone to see the picture—she is right my daughter and I are adorable.

I sit up and Hanna opens her eyes softly. "Momma, there was thunder," Hanna then remembers.

"I did not even hear it honey, but it looks like daddy kept you company," Kate says as she sits on the bed with us.

My back hurts like hell and I could really use a few more hours of sleep— maybe it will prepare me for another newborn. No, I take that back—nothing can prepare you for a newborn. "Come here," I tell Kate as I pull her next to me. All three of us lay on an incredibly small bed, Kate laying half on me and Hanna's head resting on my chest.

"I baby is kicking," Kate whispers as she takes my hand and puts in on her abdomen.

Hanna giggles as she puts her hand on top of mine and we feel a foot kick.

"Hi baby," Hanna says happily.

Anyways, I hope you liked this one. Inspired this YouTube video: watch?v=MLErNXIYjMg called Father Goes into Baby Crib.

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