something at work in my soul
hindsight
(a take the stairs verse ficlet)
In hindsight – hah – maybe she should've put some limitations on Rick's Halloween exuberance.
After all, she'd expected him to decorate their apartments, to line the walls from waist to ceiling (floor was out thanks to two endlessly curious little ones) with witches and spiders and all things creepy and crawly, but she hadn't expected him to make their children part of the display. At least not quite the way he had – handprint art, yes. Their twins' painted butts? Not so much.
Still, it makes her laugh – a little too hard, given that she's in the middle of the bullpen and running financials on a victim – and wish she'd been at home for the decision-making process on that one.
Little pumpkins, huh?
She could picture Rick's face at her response, his upturned lips and quiet chuckle. He was a great dad; if the little grin she could see on Anna's face was anything to go by, Anna and Eli were no doubt having a blast with his over the top afternoon antics.
Yep. Picked them up from the pumpkin patch this morning.
She groaned. Yeah, she definitely needed to get home, if only to stop Rick Castle, Dad Joke Extraordinaire, from making more pumpkin puns.
And to see her babies, of course.
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