Post Series
She stared at her phone menacingly. The taunting little readout in the corner. That one that told her it was cold like the Arctic outside. The one that said she'd immediately miss the warmth her husband was radiating from his chest against her back.
She groaned, rising to get Lily up for their breakfast together before she left for the precinct, her usual morning routine with her daughter.
As she dressed she weighed her options.
She'd walk and take the subway, rather than a cab with the way the roads had been. Enough of her time was spent taking care of New York in this vortex, she didn't need to add to the chaos by risking the roads.
The Precinct would be warm, so she just had to survive getting there. She'd keep her leggings on under her slacks and put on her snow jacket.
As she moved in to the living room, Castle appeared at her side with a travel mug of coffee in one hand and his sweater in the other. The blue knitted one she loved to steal for cold walks through the city. She pull it out of his side of the closet when they took Lily to see the snow in Central Park. Had smirked as she slid it on before going out to build snowman and race sleighs with Alexis, Lily bundled up in her own boats, sweater, coat, hat and mittens as she sat in her Mom's lap and giggled. It was warm and it smelt like him. She put that on and she felt safe and whole and content. And he never minded that she stole it, always just went back to his closet and grabbed a different sweater.
She slipped the sweater over her head, inhaling the traces of Castle's cologne and pulled her blazer and coat on over the top. He wrapped her scarf around her neck, using it to pull her close and kiss her. She lingered for a few moments longer, enjoying the warmth and taste of his lips before she said goodbye to her daughter, took the coffee from him with a final kiss and 'I think we'll stay here in the warmth today' tease as she walked to the elevator and braced herself for a cold January morning in New York city, hunkered down inside her jacket but feeling the chill a little less thanks to the coffee in her hand and the warmth of the sweater hugging her body just like her husband had that morning.
That thought carried her to the 12th.
AN: Its national sweater day. Here's a quick little drabble for ya. Its cold as heck in the US and I hope you're all staying safe and staying warm!
