Disclaimer: No, Castle isn't mine. No matter how badly I want it to be.
AN: This is one of those tumblr prompt things that I had come across, and even though nobody had requested it, I had a strike of inspiration on my hiatus. Also, the ice-cream indicated below is part of Kawartha Lakes' ice-cream, and it's my favourite kind.
Richard Castle was alone in the kitchen in the loft. He and his friends at the 12th Precinct had been given the day off after a tough case that they had just closed. Most cases were difficult, however solving the murder of a 16 year old girl on account of jealousy made it even tougher. He hummed along to the radio playing in the background, while he moved about the kitchen. Melodically, he moved from the cutlery drawer over to the cupboard that held the dishes, and then over to the cutting-board on the counter. He then turned toward the fridge and took out a jar of mayonnaise, a package of sliced ham, a head of lettuce, and a bar of cheddar cheese.
A different tune came from the radio now, and Castle was now softly singing the words to the song. "Tell me why, ain't nothin' but a heartache; Tell me why, ain't nothin' but a mistake; Tell me why, I never want to hear you say, I want it that way." He continued singing along with the music while he spread the mayo onto 2 thick slices of whole wheat bread, gently placing some black forest ham, a crisp leaf of ice-burg lettuce, and 3 thin slices of cheddar cheese onto one of the pieces of bread.
As the next song started playing, the writer turned once again to the fridge, this time to put back the ingredients that he had used on the sandwich. He turned back, looking forward to sinking his teeth into his snack, but he startled as he looked at the counter. There was his wife, Kate Beckett, eating his sandwich that he had just finished creating. "Hey! I was gonna eat that!" he cried.
"Are you really going to tell the woman that is carrying your child that she isn't allowed to steal a little bit of your lunch?" The 5-month-along detective quirked her eyebrow at him, the hand that wasn't holding her husband's sandwich, resting on her ever-growing baby-bump.
"Ah…um…" he fumbled his words, then closed his mouth. "How was your nap, honey?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Pretty good, especially my alarm clock. I didn't know that you were a 'Backstreet Boys' fan, Castle," Kate smirked.
"Well… yeah. Who wasn't?" he sheepishly smiled. Silence filled the loft. He looked up at his wife taking another big bite out of the sandwich that he had made for himself. "Well, I'm glad that you like my sandwich, but now I'm gonna make one that's for me," he turned to get the ingredients back out of the refrigerator.
"That's fine, Castle," she replied before pausing. "Hey babe, could you grab me the blue bubble-gum ice-cream while you're there? I'm having a real craving," she smiled as he looked back at her.
"Sure. Anything for you, sweetheart".