To my twin who also likes Regina, understands my obsession with Casablanca, and is going to be my business partner when we open a noir style bar in New York City. Happy Birthday, Pau!

Someone is kicking at her stomach.

She reaches out, untangling her hand from the sheets, and tries to shove at Castle but her hand slides across the bed instead of connecting to his shoulder. When she opens her eyes, his spot is indeed empty but she can see the soft glow of his laptop and desktop lamp from the study. So he's writing. Not unusual.

But the quick jab to her hip is.

Kate lifts up the sheets and finds their daughter's eyes gazing up at her. Her dark hair blends into the navy of the sheets and the darkness but she can make out the pale oval of her face, the tiny, curled fists.

"Hey, baby girl," Kate whispers. "What're you doing?"

The girl smacks her lips around her thumb, burrowing her head into the mattress. "Mama," she sighs.

The one word makes her heart flip as she wiggles down so that she's eyelevel with the one year old. "You like the dark?"

A little foot kicks out, connecting with her abdomen. Kate catches the slim ankle, fingers tickling at the strip of skin between the sock and the baby's onesie. But the girl is smiling around her thumb.

Kate shifts her knee up, giving them a little more space under the blankets. "You know who else likes tents, Elle?" she asks. The girl doesn't answer, just stares with wide eyes. "Papa. Papa loves tents and forts."

"Papa."

"Mhm," Kate murmurs, brushing a kiss over the baby's dark hair. "Want to get him to join us in the tent?"

"Get me to do what?" comes Castle's voice from the edge of the bed.

"Get into bed with us," she says, lifting the sheets just enough to peek at him. "Come on."

He circles around the bed to his side, pushing his cold feet against her shins when he gets under the blankets. "How's little miss Roosevelt doing?"

"You gonna keep calling her that?"

"Maybe. She's gonna be smart and beautiful and -"

"You know she wasn't named after Eleanor Roosevelt," Kate says, letting their daughter gnaw at her thumb.

Castle puts a finger over Kate's lips. "Shush. I'm sure your grandmother was also smart and beautiful. She gonna sleep here tonight?"

"Yeah. I'm not getting up. Just don't crush her like you do with me," she warns, pressing closer to touch her lips to his. "Goodnight, Castle."

His fingers smooth over her waist as he runs a finger down over Eleanor's cheek. "Love you, my girls."