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Co-authored by HPFan1952 and JasmineBelle7. Cover art by the wonderfully talented HPFan1952.

'Cause there's holes in the floor of Heaven
and her tears are pourin' down
that's how you know she's watchin'
wishin' she could be here now
And sometimes if you're lonely
just remember she can see
there's holes in the floor of Heaven
and she's watchin' over you and me

-Steve Wariner, Holes in the Floor of Heaven

Two

She stared at her reflection in the standing mirror, and tried not to let the tears pooling at the corner of her eyes spill over. In a few minutes, she would head towards her future, to take the hand of the man who stole her heart, and though she couldn't be happier, a part of her missed the one face who should be here with her this day. She turned her attention to the window, the light rain quietly reminding her of the lyrics of a song she once heard in passing. She allowed herself the small little hope it gave, that perhaps just maybe the rain really could be her tears, that somewhere up there she really was looking down, wishing for all the world she could be there with her daughter as her father walked her down that aisle. Kate twisted the ring on her left hand, drawing strength from that connection it held with the one who gave it to her. She turned at the light knock on the door, gently wiping at the moisture in her eyes.

If the crowd had went quiet, she would not have heard it if it did. Her heart felt like it was in the middle of her skull beating right into the center of her ear drums. If the room had grown still, she would not have known it if it did. Her hands trembled at her sides as she felt her legs threaten to disappear on her entirely. He continued to hold her gaze, all of his love and devotion held before her in the light of his eyes. She felt her head nod before her mouth could even remember how to form the word. "Yes." Her smile broadened across her face. "Yes."

Castle swept her up into a crushing hug, repeatedly kissing every inch of her face and neck. "I love you," he quickly whispered as he kissed her ear. "I love you," he whispered again, kissing her nose, her cheek, her temple. "I love you." He found her lips, letting her taste and feel every ounce of emotion he felt, until she found herself breathless and giddy.

He rested his forehead against hers, the world around them slowly returning in a cacophony of applause and loud cheers. He pulled back and sought her left hand, his smile reaching his eyes. She felt the tremble of his hands as he tenderly slide the ring onto her finger and ran his thumb over gently over each digit of her hand. She leaned up to kiss the side of his mouth. "I love you, too, Rick," she managed to softly respond before the whole of their family and friends rushed in, all hugs, smiles, and well wishes.

They all had two things to celebrate now and the volume increased exponentially. It was boisterous, it was crazy and it was just what they needed. After the stress of the past few months they were free to be frivolous and neither of them minded one bit.

Martha came tottering over, gesturing widely, "My boy, this is a fabulous party. It very nearly puts me to shame. Who's your party planner?" She passed dramatically, "Oh wait, that's me." With a whoop and a gulp of her cocktail she was shimmying off into the crowd.

Kate was still at his side, they hands clasped, leaving him free to play with the ring on her finger. He twirled it round and round, his thumb massaging circles in her palm. "She's in fine form tonight," Kate murmured, leaning in close so that he could hear her over the din.

"She certainly is.' But he wasn't looking after his mother, his gaze remained fixated on her

Those closest to them noticed the deepening gazes, the more frequent soft touches. They said their goodbyes in hopes that the others would get the hint and leave the happy couple in peace. Little by little the apartment emptied until only a few guests and the caterers remained, the latter scurrying around tidying up.

A young man with dark hair and green eyes reached to take Castle's free hand, making for an awkward handshake. "You always have the best parties Mr. Castle, great stories. Bye Alexis." He turned back at the threshold, "Oh, and congratulations."

"Who is that guy?"

"NYU journalism, he's been to at least the last three things you hosted." The young woman spoke the words quickly and Castle studied his daughter. "Did he now? I must throw really great parties then."

"I'm going to go help Grams in the kitchen, Night dad, night Kate." She kissed them both in turn, "Congratulations." She hurried off.

Martha had cornered some poor soul at the piano, though he looked to be enjoying himself, and was treating him to a one woman show.

"It looks like everything is all taken care of here, Shall we." He offered his fiancé, fiancé, his arm.

Later that night as they lay in bed, the moonlight making their hair appear silver in its light. Kate pillowed her head on his shoulder, "I feel like she was here tonight."

Caste rubbed his hand along her bare arm, "Miss I don't believe in ghosts sensed that her mother was here."

She sat up, pulling the sheet with her and crossing her arms. "Yeah, so what." Her hair swung forward and hid her face in shadows.

He tucked the hair back behind her ear and put both hands behind his head, eyes half shut in sleepy contentedness. "You make me happy."

She waited a beat and then another before she realized that he wasn't going to expand. "You confuse me, but I love you." She grinned and curled back into his side, "You make me happy too."

A/N: The song from the quote at the beginning of this chapter had us in tears while writing this chapter. It's a beautiful song and we would totally recommend taking a listen :)