AN: I'm so sorry it's been so long, everyone! This chapter took a long time, and it's a bit of a filler. Kind of jumpy, but I hope you all enjoy. Love you!

"I do not need a wheelchair, Castle." Beckett sighed, watching her husband try to maneuver a rather large wheelchair through a rather small doorway. "There's nothing wrong with my legs. I can walk down to the car."

"How the hell do you get this through here?" He muttered, ignoring Beckett's words. She groaned loudly, leaning against the back of the hospital bed. Her upper arm was strapped tightly against her body, and the rest of the arm was covered in plaster and bent into a sling. It wasn't very efficient, more like big and clunky, but it meant she could go home. The x-rays from the day before had shown that her shoulder had begun to heal, albeit slowly. As soon as the doctors determined that the bone was placed right, she began the countdown to when she could get back to her home. She knew that they had kept her longer then normal for the simple fact that she was pregnant, and they didn't want any extra stress to be placed on the baby. The baby. She sighed, placing her good hand on her abdomen. After she had found out, she noticed her bump growing progressively almost everyday, and it frightened her. But Beckett couldn't help but be excited. It was another baby, another little one with Castle's imagination and her stubbornness.

"Shit." She looked up to see Castle sucking his finger which he had just squished between the wall and the chair.

"Oh, Castle." Standing up from the bed, Beckett grabbed her suitcase with her good hand and moved to sit in the wheelchair. "For goodness sake, that wasn't that hard, was it?"

"No." He grumbled, and she moved her head to face him.

"I love you." She moved her lips to his, and he smiled gently.

"I love you too."

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She was so happy to be back in the loft. Sitting on the couch, breathing in the familiar, sweet scent of Castle's aftershave, her perfume, and multiple other scents that she could never put her finger on. It was her home. Home had never seemed so wonderful. Beckett adjusted herself slightly, and winced, feeling the twinge of pain in her shoulder. It was not going to be an easy road to recovery, she could tell. A creak on the stairs made her turn slowly, and she smiled brightly as she saw Castle approaching, holding Hunter tightly with one arm.

"Hey, baby girl." She said gently, her smile growing as he placed her daughter in her good arm. Hunter, looking still half-asleep, snuggled into her mother and clung onto her shirt tightly. "Did you have a good nap?"

"She didn't have much sleep last night." Castle murmured, sitting down next the girls and stroking Beckett's hair with a soft touch. "I told her you were coming home and she wouldn't lie down until around four."

"Silly girl." Beckett replied, holding Hunter close to her chest. "Would you like a little brother or sister, Hun?" The toddler didn't respond, only nuzzled her face into her mother's shoulder. She laughed, and kissed her daughter's forehead tenderly.

"Not sick at all, anymore." Castle said, nodding his head towards Hunter's deep breathing frame. "Her hair sure is getting long."

"We're not cutting it." The woman snapped, as kindly as she could muster. But Hunter's hair had always been a sensitive subject for her. Her soft, sweet smelling baby curls would be around forever, as far as Beckett was concerned.

"I love it." She murmured, holding the baby close in her arms. Moving Hunter up to her face, she inhaled deeply and smiled as the sweet baby scent reached her nose. Castle smirked, leaning against the doorway of the bedroom and crossing his arms.

"You're such a mom." He said, and Beckett looked up from her little girl to raise an eyebrow.

"What is that supposed to mean, Richard?" Hunter fidgeted in her mothers arms, and the detective absentmindedly adjusted the baby so the two were both more comfortable. Castle's smirk grew, and he moved closer to the rocking chair that his wife was resting in.

"It's really sweet, is what it means." He said, kissing her cheek. "Your favorite things are the little details." Beckett smiled, looking down at the little girl and running a hand over her soft baby curls.

"Just look at her hair." She murmured, standing up and moving to stand next to her husband. "It's so soft and pretty and sweet." He put an arm around her and placed a gentle hand on Hunter's head, next to Beckett's.

"You're hilarious, Kate." He moved his lips to hers quickly, making her smile grow. "But you are right, you know. Her hair is very soft. Just like yours."

Hunter rolled over suddenly, placing her weight on her mother's bad shoulder. Beckett gasped, and in a second Castle was beside her, with the toddler in his arms and concern on his face.

"Are you hurting?" She shook her head, biting her lip and shutting her eyes tightly. Pain was radiating through her arm, and she could feel it getting hotter underneath her cast. "You are. You're hurting."

"I'm fine." She spat, gritting her teeth. The pain had started to die to a slight throb, and she opened her eyes, looking up at the two beside her. Hunter was staring, wide eyed, at her mother. She looked terrified, and it made Beckett heart drop to see her little girl look like that. She forced a smile, and reached out to take Hunter's soft hand. "She's scared, Rick." Castle looked down at his daughter, and, after seeing the look on her face, pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.

"What's wrong, Hun?" He asked gently, and the little girl wrapped her arm around her father's.

"I hurted mommy." She whispered, tears appearing in the corner of her eyes.

"Oh, Hun, no." Beckett replied, reaching for her daughter. Castle placed Hunter back, very tenderly, into her good arm. "You didn't hurt me, baby. That side of my body is just really sore right now."

"It hurts?" She nodded, a sad smile playing around her lips.

"Yes. But I'm okay." Hunter looked up at her, and suddenly a pair of little arms had been flung around Beckett's neck. She looked up at Castle, who, even though there was still an expression of concern on his face, was smiling at the two. Moving her gaze back down to Hunter, she began to rub her back with a soft hand.

"I love you, Mommy." The toddler murmured, her voice muffled into Beckett's chest.

"I love you too, button." The detective whispered, kissing her little head and pulling her close with one arm. She had missed being with her baby girl. She was growing up so fast.

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She wasn't used to it being quiet during the night. The silence was uninterrupted, no beeping or rattling of stretchers rolling by. And she was finally lying beside her husband. Of course, she still had multiple pillows stuffed under her arm, which was throbbing like crazy, but it was still better then lying in a hospital bed, alone. She could relax, finally. She could make herself breakfast. Hell, she could eat something that didn't look like melted yellow crayons. She could concentrate on family, whether it was Hunter, or Castle, or the new little one currently pushing on her bladder. Sure, she wanted to get back into work and be able to be one of New York's finest once again. But, for the time being, she had her family. And that was all that she needed.

AN: Let me know what you all thought of this, reviews make me write faster and give me inspiration! Also, let me know what you would like to see in this story. Love you!

xoxo,

J