Thanks to everyone who reviewed. This is another one of Anon Reader's requests: Baby. The third, Hope, is more challenging than I thought, so may or may not be the next one...

For Harry, my own Castle

I don't own anything you recognise :)


She was having a baby. A baby. With Castle. A Castle baby. The words still sounded odd. Unfamiliar. Baby. That word meant commitment, it meant love, and it meant a future. Was she ready for that? She had spent so long hunting and being hunted, how could she condemn this baby, this child before they'd even been born? Was there a future for her with this adorable, hilarious man she had the privilege to know in more ways than one? What if he didn't want her, or the baby?


They were having a baby. Well she was. He would be the one standing there, terrified out of his mind that his kick-ass wife would kill him during childbirth as she screeched expletives to the world and its dog. Oh, he couldn't wait. Soon there would be tiny feet running around the loft again, someone else to play laser tag with and to teach the tricks of the trade to.

Names! Maybe she wouldn't call their child Nikki, but maybe he could convince her to let him choose the middle name. She was going to be a great mother, he knew. Together, they would be the cool parents. He'd be the dad who was laid back and let the kid do what they wanted, and she would be the tough mum who would storm into school to defend him or her, but generally be the support for both him (as the overprotective dad, obviously) and the baby.

Oh.

Overprotective.

He was going to have to do the whole 'Talk' thing again, and the dating thing, and the intimidation, and the changing diapers, and the early mornings and the late nights.

And she couldn't have coffee. He was dead.

But still. Their baby!


Reviews most gladly received, as are prompts/requests.

See you next week! :D

~wolfergirl