Disclaimer: The only part of Castle that I own is the TV on which I watch the show.

As soon as we came home from the sonogram we went to the kitchen and I sat down on the floor to pat Scrapple because he must have missed us while we were out.

Dad poured two glasses of water and handed one to Mom. "I'd love to give you something stronger, but I can't. However, in deference to you, I will forgo the Champagne and or double Scotch that the circumstance demands, and drink this instead. It reminds me, though, that I have some ideas for what to call the babies."

"I already named them Dad, you don't have to think of any."

"How about Double and Trouble?"

She gave him one of those looks she has. You've seen Mom, so I bet you know what it was.

"Heckle and Jeckle?"

"No cartoon characters, Castle. And they're magpies, for God's sake. "

"Luke and Leia?"

"Or Star Wars characters."

"But Mom! One of our twins is Obi like in Star Wars."

"Frick and Frack."

"Not a chance."

"Romulus and Remus? Castor and Pollux? Come on, Beckett, you love classical mythology."

"Naming our children for ones who were raised by a she-wolf? No."

"Okay, so how about twins from literary masterpieces? Tweedledum and Tweedledee? Viola and Sebastian?"

"Viola and Sebastian, now you're talking. Those I like. Gimme some Shakespeare." Mom drank some of her water and sat down at the counter. "Let me ask you. Do you have reams of these stored up somewhere? Are you going to torment me with them through this entire pregnancy? This unexpected-in-every-way, two-for-one pregnancy?"

"Not torment, Beckett. Entertain. Entertain and delight. So, if you don't like any of these suggestions, how about—"

"Stop right there."

Dad stopped right there. Mom was looking at him. I was looking back and forth at them, Mom-Dad, Dad-Mom, because I love it when they do stuff like this even though I don't know what's going on most of the time. They're so funny. And then Dad raised his hand like he wanted to ask a question.

"How about…Sodom and Gomorrah?"

Sometimes Dad makes Mom explode. Good explode, not bad explode. Whoever Sodom and Gomorrah are, that got Mom to explode. She was laughing so hard she almost fell right over onto the floor.

"Six months of this, right, Castle?"

"Probably only five, given that twins usually arrive ahead of schedule."

"Oh, well then. Okay." Mom laughed again and then the weirdest thing happened boom, like that, because she looked scared like I did the other day when I tried to climb up on the stool and hit my head. "Wait, five months? I have five months to get ready to have three children in the house? All in diapers? Two breastfeeding? I can't do it. I can't." And then she started to cry and that made me sad, so I walked over and hugged her around her knee.

"Mama. Babies." I patted her belly.

She put her hand on top of my head. "That's right, sweet pea, babies."

Dad was hugging Mom from behind her. "Mom makes wonderful babies, Eliot. You turned out so great that this time she decided to make two babies instead of one."

"I know, Dad. I knew that before the sonogram machine did!"

"But Castle." Mom sounded like she was worried about something and maybe she was going to cry all over again. "We have to get two of everything now, not one. Another bassinet. A double stroller. Another carrier. Two more cribs—no, four, because we'll need them in the Hamptons, too—and two more car seats and another bouncy chair and about a thousand onesies. How are we going to be able to manage all this?"

Dad gave her a kiss on her neck, which is a funny place for a kiss if you ask me. "You do know we're rich, right? Remember? We're loaded. We can do this."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know it isn't, but it partly is. What I mean is that money doesn't just get us things, it gets us help. And we will get as much help as we need, okay? And we have plenty of room upstairs since Mother and Alexis have their own places now."

She still looked a little bit sad and I saw her bag next to the table by me so I got Peter Rabbit out of it and gave him to her. "Babies. Happy."

"Aww, Eliot, that's a new word for you! Happy! I didn't know that you could say that. You're a happy boy. You make me happy and the babies will be happy. Did I upset you because I was crying? I'm fine. I was just so surprised to find out about the twins that it scared me for a minute."

"EB and I could have told you, Mom. We've been in here together from the beginning."

Dad was still hugging Mom from behind her. "What do you think, Eliot and Scrapple, should we get two more puppies, too?"

"No. I like being top dog. I don't want another dog, especially two."

"Castle, if you bring so much as a guppy in here I'm going to Australia."

"What's a guppy, Mom?" That was EB asking.

"What's a guppy, Mom?" That was Obi.

"Is a guppy like a puppy? Hey, I made another rhyme! Are you really going to Australia? Could you get us a pet kangaroo?"

"Understood, Beckett. No guppy. You feeling a little better?"

Mom looked up at Dad. "Yes, I am. Thank you."

"Do you think people forty blocks away heard us screaming 'TWINS'?"

"Probably. It does make me realize that we haven't told our parents and Alexis yet. We should do it right away."

"You don't have to tell Docky haha!"

"This has been a pretty emotional morning, Beckett. How about if you put your feet up for a little while? The news is going to keep for a few hours."

"I'm not so sure about that. I feel like I look bigger every second. But you're right. I'm going to take my shoes off and go lie down."

"El-yut come?"

Mom picked me up and gave me a big smooch. "Yes, Eliot, my little snuggler, come take a map with Mom."

We went and got on the big bed and she fell right to sleep, but not me. I wanted to tell the twins something.

"Hi, EB. Hi, Obi. It's me, Eliot."

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Were you okay in there for the sonogram, since I warned you that stuff they put on Mom's stomach would be cold?"

"Yeah, we're fine. It feels like Mom's lying down now, right?"

"She was so amazed when she found out that there were two of you inside her that it made her kind of tired, so she's taking a nap. I have to tell you guys something."

"Okay."

"Sometimes when I was in there where you are and I wanted something I could make Mom want it, too. I would say it and even though she didn't understand me she kind of knew it. It's sort of magic. It didn't always work, but some of the time. Like if I wanted her to sing a song she would. Things like that. But also there are things I really like to eat, like cookies, so I would talk about that and if I was lucky she might say, 'Huh, I have a sudden craving for an Oreo' and she'd get one."

"We could do that, right EB?"

"That's a great idea. Thanks, Eliot."

"Here's the thing, you guys. When Mom feels tired or sad ice cream cheers her up but lots of times she won't eat it. Dad says she's a health nut, which I don't get because she's not a nut, she's a person. But anyway, I think when she wakes up she would feel so happy if she ate some ice cream. You like ice cream, right? And you know what her favorites are?"

"Oh yeah! One of them is lime sorbet. That's the one I like best."

"What about you, EB?"

"Peanut butter fudge."

"That's really Dad's favorite."

"Yeah, but she steals it from him."

"Okay, so here's what you should do. When Mom gets up, tell her how much you would really, really like some lime sorbet and some peanut butter fudge ice cream. You might have to say it a couple of times. But it might make her have some, and that would make her so happy and you would be happy, too. Got it?"

"Yup."

"Okay. You should take a nap now."

I scooted down off the bed and went to find Dad and Scrapple. Later on when we were making a big tower with blocks Mom came into the living room.

"Hi, boys. Having fun?"

"Yes! We're the Castle Construction Company!"

"We're having a lot of fun. Did you have a good nap?"

"I did. I did. I feel so much better. I'm sorry about the freak out before."

"No apologies necessary. Would you like something? Tea? Anything?"

Mom smiled and rubbed her hand on her belly, "It's the funniest thing, but I'm suddenly desperate for lime sorbet and peanut butter fudge ice cream. I'm going to get a bowl."

"Together? Those two together? Beckett! I can't believe it."

"What can I say, Castle? I'm pregnant."

See? It worked.