Castle was in the middle of writing when he heard a knock at the door. He strode to the door and opened wide to see who it was. "Hey, Castle." Gina said, a smile on her face. She held the latest draft for Castle's book.

"Gina." He acknowledged her.

"May I come in?"

"Of course." He motioned her in, moving out of the way.

"I have a question about this." She pointed to the stack of paper she was holding. "In this chapter you used the name Gracie instead of Nikki." She looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"Oh, I did?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, see?" She pointed at it again, this time at a highlighted word. He did, in fact, write Gracie. "Who is Gracie?"

"Kate and I were talking about baby names, and we decided on Gracie."

"Gracie; so you're having a girl?" Gina smiled at him.

And as much as Gina was smiling, Castle was smiling that much bigger. "Yeah."

"Well congratulations. It's cute."

"Thanks." He said, standing a bit straighter.

Gina pushed her hair back, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry, Castle."

"What about?"

"For not wanting kids." She couldn't believe she was bringing this up, but with everything that had been happening, she thought it was the right time.

"No, you don't have to be sorry. I kind of forced you."

"Yeah, you did. But I knew, we both did, that it wasn't going to work. And I didn't want a baby being raised in all the fighting we did. But I knew that one day you'd find someone who wanted a baby as much as you. And I knew that that person was going to make you happy and you'd be with them for the rest of your life. And so many tabloids and newspapers have asked me if I'm mad, and honestly, I'm not. I'm happy that you found someone that loves you so much and your family.

Castle let it all sink in. So this is why she came all this way instead of just calling him. "So you never loved me?"

"No, I did, but not as much as Kate loves you. She really, really loves you. Everyone can see it."

Now it was time for him to be honest. "I always felt bad."

"For what?"

"I would always dream for something more."

"I understand." Gina placed a hand on his arm. "I feel so much better now that I've gotten that off my chest."

He gave her a half smile. "Me too."

Later that night, he laid in bed thinking about what Gina had said; it was true, all of it. He turned to face his sleeping wife who was now five months pregnant. He moved over and held her close, her bump getting in the way. He drew small circles on her belly. "I love you." He whispered quietly.