something at work in my soul
carnival of memories
"Wow."
Kate grins into his shoulder, squeezing his arm. "It's small and kind of hokey, I know, but it's fun still."
Castle nods, looking around the carnival with undisguised glee. He really is like a little kid – in a good way this time. She'd loved getting to come to the Halloween Carnival slash Harvest Festival as a kid and it makes her happier than she had expected it would to be able to share it with him too.
"Beckett, this is amazing," he insists, twisting and craning his neck to see more of the grounds. "What should we do first? Do they have a hayride? Oh, is it a haunted hayride? And tell me there are games; oh, we can do the shooting gallery – do they have a shooting gallery?"
Laughter bubbles through her, a delight she's not sure she'd ever feel again after the last time she'd been here with her parents and they'd had that horrible fight. She nods. "They have both. The prizes are Halloween themed, too."
He squeaks. "Even better. Come on, I'll win you something good–"
"When I was a kid, I always wanted the giant stuffed spider," she says feeling him shudder. "But I'll settle for one of the stuffed bats instead."
His lips skim her cheek. "You're so good to me, Beckett."
Kate chuckles, turning her head before he retreats and pressing her lips to his. "Thanks for coming with me tonight," she says, rubbing her thumb over his arm. "I haven't been in years – it was before my mom died, but it didn't end all that well either. So, thanks for coming with me."
"I'll come with you any night," he says easily, wiggling his eyebrows to snap her out of the melancholy spell of her memory. "But especially to a carnival and then to spend a night in the woods at your family's cabin on Halloween."
His trick works; her smile returns, and warmth suffuses her belly. "Well, then let's go."
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