A/N: So I'm supposed to be doing 3 or so essays for school, ha! Oh AP testing, how I love it so much. Anyway, I thought about how I wanted the next three or four chapters to play out, and since I did that, you guys get a mega post! To make up for the time I took off (: Oh and if any of you post Castle videos on YouTube thank you! You guys have amazing taste in music and provide lots of inspiration (:

Now. On with the fanfic.

She never realized how large the porclein bowl that was other wise known as the tiolet was, but then again, she couldn't remember the last time she saw it from this angle.

Morning sickness. She hated it already and it had really only been a number of days. She could hardly eat like a normal person, and when she was able too, she couldn't keep it down. Why in the world would she put herself through this? Well, she didn't exactly mean too. She thought Castle, and Will for that matter, used protection. But now she had this "gift" sharing her body and depending on her.

Castle, as secrelty as he could, hoovered near the ladies bathroom door. He could hear her throwing up, and felt so bad that he couldn't help her, but something would be too strange about him walking into the ladies restroom.

When she was finally done and composed herself enough to leave the security of the rest room, she was gladily met by Castle, and a glass of tea. She never knew she would be more thankful to see him, and tea. Somehow he knew exactly how she liked her tea, maybe he had asked. Ryan and Esposito remembered little things like that, how she liked her coffee, her favorite chinese resturant, things like that.

After she accepted her tea, Castle whipped a loving, caring, arm around her waste. He made sure not to be too obvisious or hold her too tight. He lightly stroked her back, just the area above and below his hand, which seemed to greatily comfort her more than he realized.

She sat down at her desk and took the first sip of her tea. She was amazed on how quickly that tiny little sip made her feel better. It almost made her actually want to work a bit. She was never happy to do paperwork, but she knew she better get used to it, she would be doing alot of it in a few months.

From a glance out the corner of her eye, she saw Castle glaring at her now flat and trim stomach. She couldn't really tell from the look at his face if he was ready to have another baby or not, but either way, it was going to happen.

She glanced back to her paper work, picked up the pen in her right hand, and unconciously began to stroke her stomach with her left. This seemed to pull Castle out of his thoughts and change his glare to her. He admired her so much, she was strong, beautiful, and the soon to be mother of his child. Life was crazy, and he loved it.

She could feel him looking at her, and then like it was fate, Ryan and Espostio left to pick up some coffee and doughnuts, or so she figured. Now she got her moment alone with him. She swirled her chair to face him, pulling him out of his thoughts once again. Before he could do or say anything, she rested her head on his shoulder. She was exhausted. He once again stroked her back, taking her from wide awake and ready for whatever life threw at her, to ready to curl up in a ball, cuddle with him, and fall asleep.

But there was work to be done. The paper work seemed to get higher and higher with each passing second. She lifted her head off his shoulder, and gave him a quick little peck. He wasn't expecting it, but was happy to recieve it. She turned her attention back to work, and in the few short moments that passed, she managed to get a whole lot more than she expected done.

"Hey baby." He leaned forward so that he could whisper those words to her.

"What?" She turned around and whispered in return.

"Let's go out for dinner tonight." He told her. He wasn't asking, but he also wasn't demanding.

"Ok." She replied. She needed to talk to him, and tonight she would have to, whether she wanted to or not.

"Ok." He matched hers leaning close enough to barely peck her lips.

When he pulled away she smiled at him. She really cared about him, she didn't know if it was love, but a deep feeling of passion, a caring passion.

Now she just had to break it to him, his baby, might not be his.