A/N: Thank you for all the reviews, you guys are great. Here's the next installment, I hope you like it. Even if it is a little short.

Enjoy!

Castle, not mine. Kapish?

Chapter 7 – Dexter & Tracy

"Dexter? Would you mind doing something for me?"

"Anything. What?"

"Get the heck out of here"

"Oh my dear Red, I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be fair to you. You need me too much."

"I love this movie," Kate commented with a grin, before eating a handful of popcorn. They were having a classic movie-marathon night upstairs in their bedroom complete with pizza, chocolate and popcorn. Currently they were watching Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant spar in the 1940 classic romantic comedy The Philadelphia Story. Rick was in a sitting position, leaning against the headboard of the bed with Kate lying in between his legs and resting her back on his abdomen, her head placed on his chest.

"One of my favourites," Rick replied. He had an arm draped over her while absent-mindedly caressing her swollen stomach. She was sixteen weeks pregnant and by now clearly showing a baby-bump. In a few days' time, they would know whether Junior was a boy or a girl.

"They kinda remind me of us," he commented a few moments later. Kate turned to look at him and raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"How so? Are we like a bickering divorced couple who on the spur-of-the-moment get remarried on the day the woman was supposed to marry another guy?" Kate flashed him a sardonic smile and this time Rick was the one who rolled his eyes. She once again turned her attention to the movie.

"No… the sparring. The back-and-forth. The sexual tension… And of course, my obvious resemblance to Cary Grant," he said the last sentence flashing his usual boyish grin.

"Oh please," Kate responded, rolling her eyes with a smile.

"What?"

"You resembling Cary Grant is a little bit of a stretch, don't you think?" Kate replied with a chuckle. "You know who reminds me of him, though?" She continued, her brow furrowing slightly.

"No, who?"

"George Clooney."

"George Clooney? Seriously? Oh come on," Rick responded contemptuously.

"Yeah, he's got that whole old-Hollywood charm going on-"

"And I don't?" Rick interrupted.

"And he's really, really good-looking," Kate continued, ignoring his interruption. "Mmm-hmmm, Gorgeous George," she continued to muse absent-mindedly.

"He's not that good-looking… or charming," Rick mumbled a little miffed. "I've met once, you know? I just don't see the attraction," he continued with a scowl. Smirking, Kate sat up and turned around to look at him.

"Oooohh, are we jealous Ricky?" She teased with a mocking grin.

"No." Rick scoffed. "Of course not." She only raised her eyebrows at him, unconvinced by his answer.

"But just to clarify... do you think he's better looking than me?" He quickly added causing Kate to let out a laugh.

"You want me to be honest?"

"Uh, yeah... I think." He winced, fearing for his ego. Kate once again rolled her eyes at him.

"In the world of old-Hollywood, if George is Cary Grant then you are Clark Gable... And well, we all know who the King of Hollywood was." She flashed him a warm smile. "So to answer your question, Mr. Castle, yes you are... To me anyway," she continued with a coy smile while slightly biting her lower lip.

"Good answer Mrs. Castle," he responded as a smile spread across his features. He gave her a kiss before lowering his head to her stomach.

"Hear that junior? Daddy is better-looking than George Clooney." He looked up at Kate again. "You know we are going to have a freakishly beautiful child, right? With my better-looking-than-George-Clooney-genes and your flawless gorgeousness-"

Insert another eye-roll from Kate.

"We have created a beautiful almost-human being," he continued with a smile.

"Yes we have," Kate responded softly after a few moments, smiling. She leaned in for a slow, tender kiss before returning to her position; lying with her back against his stomach and her head against his chest. They slipped into comfortable silence; happy, fulfilled and utterly content.

Instead of watching the movie, Rick studied his wife - every expression that formed on her exceptionally beautiful features, the small wrinkles around her eyes when she laughed and the loose strands of hair that caressed her face. He took in every detail, wanting to engrave them onto the slates of his mind. He had never loved or admired anyone as much as Kate. She was an original. Extraordinary. A creature of the light in a world of darkness and chaos. A fascinating combination of contradictions - beauty and pain, strength and vulnerability. And she was all his. Every complex, mystical and beautiful layer his domain to explore.

Rick let his mind drift back over the years to the very beginning of their story. His mouth curved upwards as he thought about that first case and her cheekiness when he had tried to charm his way into her pants. She had him at 'you have no idea' and her sexy saunter. He had never been so turned on by rejection. From there on in, Richard Castle was hooked, captivated and enchanted by this enigma of a woman.

"She was beautiful, wasn't she?" Kate commented quietly while watching a young Katharine Hepburn in action.

"Mmm-hmm," Rick responded absent-mindedly, not taking his eyes off her. She felt his gaze examing her and tried to suppress a smile.

"Castle."

"Mmm?"

"You're staring."

"I'm admiring." He quietly corrected her before pressing a kiss against her temple. "And there's nothing wrong with admiring something beautiful." His voice dived a few decibles as he moved down, placing soft kisses behind her ear and trailing them down to her neck. Kate's eyes involuntarily closed as goosebumps spread over her skin.

"Well, your admiration got me pregnant." She sat up and turned around to face him. Rick wrapped his arms around her growing waist and drew her to him.

"My frequent admiration." He smirked before growing thoughtful. "God, you are stunning," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Taking hold of her neck, he pulled her in for a slow, toe-curling and completely absorbing kiss. Kate breathlessly broke away, her heart racing and head spinning. Even after three years of marriage, Rick still had the ability to make her forget her own name with only a kiss.

"Oh... You're in one of those moods," Kate said quietly with a smirk, her eyes darting down his body."Guess movie night is over," she continued, her eyes dancing playfully.

Rick's mouth pulled up into a teasing grin.

"It's only started."

A/N: Okay, initally this chapter was supposed to be longer and was suppose to include Alexis and a trip to the gynecologist. But it totally took on a course of its own and reading it again, I just felt it was the right place to end it. The next chapter, though, will include a trip to the gyne and the revelation of the baby's sex and of course ensuing fluffiness. If you have any suggestions/ideas on that, let me know.

P.S. The title of the chapter is the names of the main characters of The Philidelphia Story. If you haven't seen it, do yourself a favour and watch it; classic Hollywood.