Smorelette

She hated that she wanted this, that she was craving this. She glared down at her growing stomach. "You have to be your father's child, don't you? Mommy's pretty great too you know. You could have taken after me."

She cracked two eggs into the bowl and beat them with the fork until they were scrambled. She tossed the shells into the trash before adding a little milk to the eggs. She then sprayed the pan and poured the mixture into the pan. She turned on the stove and waited for the eggs to cook. If Castle woke up, she was just going to say she was making eggs. Just eggs. She kept the marshmallows, graham crackers, and the chocolate under a dish towel, so that he wouldn't see. She knew there was a chance he could just go over and uncover it, but she hoped that it wouldn't.

Her eggs were just about done, ready for the rest of the ingredients, when his voice made her jump a bit.

"What are you making? It's 3am," he rubbed his eyes as he walked into the kitchen. He wrapped his one arm around her shoulder as he used his other hand to rub the rest of the sleep out of his eyes.

"Babe, go back to sleep. Little peanut here has me craving eggs."

"Eggs? Well I can make it for you. You know I make a great breakfast. That and you shouldn't be on your feet."

"Yes, I know, but I can make eggs. When I need to make pancakes, you're my man."

"I'm your man," he leaned down and placed a kiss to her lips. He turned to leave the kitchen and head back into their bedroom, but his eyes spotted the towel. "What's under the towel?"

"Just some garbage. I was going to throw the towel out too. It has a horrible stain on it and it's old anyways." He didn't buy it and went over to it. "Castle..." It was too late though. He picked up the towel and saw what was underneath it.

"You're making a smorelette!"

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are!" He smiled as he placed his hand on her stomach. "Oh, little one, just when I thought I couldn't love you more." She rolled her eyes. "Now I really have to make you your eggs. The smorelette master is needed to make a proper smorelette." She again rolled her eyes as he placed the chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers into the pan. She sat down on one of the stools and watched as her husband cooked.

"I hope I don't end up actually liking these after this little one is born."

"Oh, come on Beckett, we could make every Sunday Smorelette Sunday! It would be just like how your mother used to make a huge breakfast, but with smorelettes!"

"It's too early for you to be this excited about this."

"Are you kidding?! My wife, my beautiful wife, has finally had a craving for a smorelette, one of my favorite things, and I get to make it for her. It's like Christmas!"

She gave him a soft smile. Even though she wasn't thrilled that their child was making her crave this, she was glad that Castle was happy. It wasn't long before she had a plate in front of her and a glass of milk, something that Castle had recommended that would go well with her meal. He sat down next to her before she took her first bite. He grabbed his cell phone off of the counter, he had left it there last night, and recorded his wife trying her first smorelette. She cut a little piece off with her fork and brought it to her lips. She chewed the substance and had a facial expression on her face that he couldn't read.

"So?"

"I'm sorry, Castle, but I hope I never crave this again...However, this is hitting the spot."

He smiled and pressed the button to stop recording, before he put his phone back down on the counter. He placed a kiss to her stomach, letting his lips linger there for a moment and that's when they both felt the flutter. She looked down at him and he looked up at her. Both with the same awe look on their faces.

"Was that?"

Her smile grew. "They're kicking!"

He placed another kiss to her stomach, letting his lips linger once again, and sure enough they both felt another kick. He smiled widely against her stomach. "First the smorelette and now you're kicking. Daddy is so proud of you."

She placed her hand on her stomach, letting her thumb brush against it. "I guess that's their way of showing us that they like their daddy's idea of Smorelette Sunday."

"Yea?!"

"As long as there's more to this breakfast or brunch than just Smorelettes."

"Of course. I can't let my wife and my eldest daughter go hungry because their taste buds aren't as up to date as this little one's and I's."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't think that's the reason, Castle."

"Well, whatever it is, I'm glad they got it from me. Now, just as long as they have your eyes, I'll be an extremely happy dad."

"My eyes?" She took another bite of her smorelette.

"Yep. They'll have your gorgeous eyes and my taste buds. Your strength and my imagination. Your heart and my goofiness."

"What if I want them to have your heart?"

"The next one can have it."

"Next one?"

"Remember, we have three kids."

She rolled her eyes yet again. "Castle, we're not having three kids."

"Ok, Beckett, but when you can't keep your hands off of me after we have a second kid, I'll remind you of this."

"Oh, trust me, you won't be reminding me because it won't happen. Lets have this one first and we'll talk about having a second when they're older. That and we'll see if I kill you during labor or not."

"I'll be making sure that your gun is locked in the safe."

"Smart man," she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Now, lets go back to bed."

"Practicing for number two?"

"I was thinking of just going back to sleep, but I think that could be arranged." She swayed her hips as she walked back into their bedroom.

"I knew it. That Smorelette is an aphrodisiac."