A/N: Hello, everyone! Thanks for reviews, favs and follows, as always. This is chapter 13, then. References of 5X07- Swan Song, and basically the starting of season 6.

Technically this chapter wasn't necessary. But the past couple of chapters were pretty serious, and the next chapter is the going to be the last one, and you know which incident I'm going to base that on, don't you? It's not gonna be rainbows and unicorns, at least not until the last moment. So, I decided the story needed some fluff in between, and this chapter was written. Hope you enjoy! :)

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Kevin and I are leaving the mall. We have just picked up the maternity clothes for me.

I have friends who had to plead with, and in some cases, bribe their husbands to go with them, but Kevin came willingly. And I am infinitely proud of him for that.

We are keeping up a conversation and I am window shopping for the new trendy clothes as I go- sigh-I can't wear them for another 6 months.

'Yeah, I miss Beckett.', he is saying in reply to my question, 'But, well, she was always destined for bigger things. Plus, bossing the new guy around is fun.'

'Uh-huh.', I say. 'It must be hard for Castle and her. Him in New York, her in DC…'

'Yeah.', Kevin agrees. 'Good thing Castle is a rich guy. He can fly out there any time he wants.'

'That's true. Though even if he does, Kate is not gonna be able to just hang out with him. She will be busy…anyway, I just hope the wedding is after the baby comes. I wanna wear a hot dress, you know. Like that one.'

I point to a beautiful- and obviously very expensive- dress at a shop window.

He eyes the dress. And the price tag.

'You do know that raising a baby is New York City is costly, right?'

I grimace. 'I know. But c'mon! Don't you want your wife to look hot?'

'As far as I'm concerned,' he gives one of his winning smiles, the blue of his eyes admiring, 'she looks plenty hot right now.'

Only we are in a mall, or I would go in full-on make out mode. Instead I kiss his cheek, and take his hand.

I open my mouth to say 'Let's go', but suddenly I hear loud whispers.

'That's him, Tay, I'm telling you!'

'Ohmigosh, you're right!'

We both turn to that direction. Two girls, maybe 14 or 15, are looking right at us.

At Kevin, actually.

When they see us looking at them, they hesitate. Then the girl in tank top and skinny jeans with curly blond hair nudges her friend.

'You go talk to him.'

'What?' the dark-haired girl wearing a denim skirt and blouse says out of the corner of her mouth, eyes fixated on Kevin, 'You go!'

I look around to make sure that there isn't any celebrity standing behind us. An actor maybe? Or a pop-star?

No, nothing like that.

The girls are approaching us now. When they come near us, the blond girl takes a deep breath and says to Kevin-

'Are you detective Ryan?'

'Of NYPD?', her friend adds.

'Yes?', Kevin says, eyes switching between the girls, puzzled.

'Okaaay! I'm Carrie. This is my friend Taylor. And we're totally your fans!'

My jaw drops. Kevin's reaction is pretty much the same.

'My fan?'

'Yeah!' Taylor says brightly, almost bouncing with excitement. 'That documentary that you were in? The one on Holy Shemp?'

'We are that band's BIGGEST fans! And when James Swan died we were like, crying for days, and then the documentary came out, and it was so cool how you guys caught the killer…'

'I still can't believe it was Zeke!...'

'But then Buck joined the band and he's awesome…'

'And so hot…'

They see the lost look on Kevin's face and stop.

Then Carrie says, 'Point is, you were in that documentary. And when we saw it, we became your fan too!' she finishes with a squeal.

'My…fan?' Kevin is still having difficulty getting this. 'Why?'

'Because you're so cute!'

'And cool!'

'You catch bad guys for a living. Like, how awesome is that?'

'And your bromance with detective Esposito is just….woooh! So great!'

Both girls look as if they might just jump out of their skin in excitement.

Kevin is gaping at them.

And I do not know whether to laugh or be sorry for him.

'My bromance? With Esposito?'

'Yeah!', Taylor says, grinning. 'The chemistry is unbelievable!'

'Chemistry?', it's like Kevin has forgotten how to form sentences with more than one syllable, four at most.

'Yes!' Carrie says enthusiastically, gray eyes sparkling, 'We are his fan too, you know. Detective Esposito's, I mean.'

'But we like you more.', Taylor pipes in. 'We made a list.'

'A list?'

Two syllables again. And now I feel like if I try to talk, I will not do any better either.

'Yeah.' Carrie explains 'We made a list of things we liked and didn't like about you guys and you got more points.'

'Detective Esposito has muscles, cute smile and hot accent, for example. And he can sing.'

'But you have beautiful skin, cuter smile and you're just adorable.'

'Your suit-and-ties went against you.'

'But you were pretty cool in front the camera. He was being kinda weird.'

'We were a bit unfair, though. We gave you five points just for those super-hot blue eyes of yours. That's how you really won.'

'Also, his hair is too short. Yours, on the other hand, is longer and look amazing. And when you're kissing someone it's kinda…'

Taylor elbows Carrie hard, and she stops abruptly.

Then she looks at me, as if noticing me for the first time.

'You are…?', she says uncertainly.

I cross my arms.

'I am his wife.'

Both girls turn red.

'Uh, we….'

'Are just gonna go…'

'Carrie's mom must be looking for us…'

Taylor looks at Kevin and gives a big smile.

'It was so nice meeting you!' she holds out her hand for a shake.

Kevin stares at it. Then, as if coming out of a trance, he takes the hand.

'Yeah.', he swallows, 'Nice meeting you too. Thanks for…uh, being a fan.'

She seems reluctant to let go of Kevin's hand. When she finally does, Carrie immediately takes her place.

She stares into Kevin's eyes as he shakes hands with her, mumbling 'thanks'.

'My god, they are so blue!', she breathes.

Then she catches me glaring at her, and pulls her hand away.

'Good bye, Mr. Ryan!' she says.

Taylor joins in. 'Yeah. Bye. Hope to see you again.'

'Maybe there'll be a murder in our area and you'll come to investigate?', Carrie says hopefully. Then she sees the look on his face and quickly says, 'Oh, no, I mean…'

Taylor grabs her arm and whisks her away.

Kevin turns to me, looking very much like he has just been whacked with a baseball bat, blue of his eyes fuzzy.

'I have no idea what just happened.' , he says.

'I'll tell you what happened.', I try to suppress the smile that is fighting its way to my lips, 'You have fangirls and the fangirls just drooled all over you!'

'Ew!', he looks disgusted, 'Those girls were children! And half my age!'

'I know.'

'Ugh!...you're laughing?'

Indeed I am.

'How can you be laughing?', he is perplexed, 'How can you be okay with this?'

I start walking.

'Okay with what? You and Javi's chemistry?' I silently shake with laughter.

He follows me.

'No! I mean this- these children being my fans and talking about me as if…ugh, this whole thing!'

'I am a little grossed out too, yes.', I admit. 'But I was a teen girl once. And I did my share of fangirling. I know the feel. It's cute, really.'

He grimaces.

'Cute. Do you mind not using that word again for…I don't know, a few years?'

I giggle at the look of his face, unable to answer him.

He watches with wary eyes.

'Are you sure you find it funny? Or is it your hormones going crazy, and at any second now you're gonna do an about turn and start yelling?'

I roll my eyes.

'Why would I start yelling? You're the one who's pissed.'

He grunts and mumbles something unintelligible.

We are out of the mall by now, and he is going to go look for a cab when it happens.

The baby.

The baby moves inside me.

I grab his arm.

'Kev', I whisper, one hand on my stomach.

'What?', he notices my hand and is immediately alert.

'What? What's wrong?'

'The baby just moved.' ,I whisper and I take his hand and place it on my stomach.

It is as if the little person inside me knows that his or her father wants to feel it too. As soon as Kevon touches my belly there is a movement again.

Kevin is still as a statue.

'Did it just…'

'Yeah.', I smile.

He smiles back.

Here we are, on the sidewalk, with strangers walking, talking, laughing around us, sharing this precious moment.

'That was…', he is at a loss for words.

'Cute?', I offer.

He pulls his hand away.

'Did you really have to? I was having a daddy-moment here.'

'I'm sure plenty more is about to come.'

He grins. 'Yeah.'

His eyes are softly shining like a bluish moon.

I quietly say, 'I hope the baby has your eyes.'