Happy Friday! We're nearly a week closer to a new Castle. That's really all for now.

Survive – Rise Against

"I'm never going to survive this," he groaned.

"What do you mean you're not going to survive this?" I asked crawling into bed with him. "You better survive this, this is supposed to be enjoyable," I told him sliding closer so that I could close the lap top for him, knowing that he's already saved what he was writing.

"This is enjoyable." His hands came up to slid across satin getting his own revenge, "What I'm not going to survive is you coming out in various…" he swallows, "lets call them outfits."

"You like them?" I ask swinging my leg over hips, running my hand behind his ear.

"I like them a lot," he gritted out his fingers now ghosting up my thighs bunching the material at my waist as he ran them higher, "I just don't need them."

"Oh and why is that?" I asked bending into to nip at his collar bone.

"Because, you're all I need."

"I'm just trying to make this a little more fun," I breath in his ear earning the tightening of fingers around my rib cage.

"This is always fun Kate, making a baby with you is always fun."

"What if were just doing this for fun?"

He pulled back from me, "Kate do you not want another kid, because if you've changed your mind and Nate is enough for you…"

I cut him off sealing my lips over his, running my tongue over the his, coaxing him into relaxing into the kiss. Desperation for air made me pull back and just rest my head again his, "Rick could there possibly be another reason for this to be just for fun."

He's blinking and trying to control his breathing while figures it out what I'm trying to say. Eventually he gets his brain back in control, and his hands ghost round my body to land solidly on my abdomen, "You're pregnant?"

I nod my head against his, "That's what the test said. I'll get Lanie to run a blood test tomorrow," I whisper.

"We're having another baby?" he whispered into the shared air space, a tear running down his cheek.

I nod slipping my arms around his neck into a hug, "A girl."

"How do you know?" He asks reverently.

"I just know."

"The all powerful gut?" He chuckles.

I smile, realizing tears are on my cheeks as well, "Yeah, the all powerful gut."

"We're having a little girl," he sighs, "she's going to be a knock out, just like her mom." He shifts his head so that he can capture my lips in another kiss this one solid, happy and brimming with love.

I was on a baby kick when writing this batch clearly. Have fun this weekend.

Babyrose