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Lanie and Beckett were enjoying their Le Cirque lunch that was on Castle. It could've been Beckett's detective/cop skills at work or her woman's intuition; either way Beckett sensed that there was something else going on with her friend. The pieces started falling together slowly. Lanie didn't order any alcohol and she played it safe by ordering the rack of lamb while Beckett had ordered a glass of wine along with the halibut.
"Is there something that you want to share with the class, Dr. Parish?" Beckett asked.
"No, not at all. How are the kids? Is Alexis still enjoying married life? How's her ankle?" Lanie said trying to deter the route the conversation was taking.
"The kids are fine, Alexis loves being married and she has about a week or so left with her ankle. What's going on with you?" Beckett tried again.
"Girl; I told you nothing is going on with me."
"Bullshit. There's something going on. You ordered the rack of lamb and completely avoided the wine and cocktail lists. There's something going on…"
There was a slight pause after Beckett last spoke. Lanie had to put this out there in the right way, considering the fact that she hadn't told the one person she really should tell before she told her best friend.
"Man. This was Castle's theory. How did we draw the short straw?"
"I don't know. Let me ask you something. You notice anything weird about Beckett?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well she's…she's different. Something's off."
"What are you saying? Like she's pregnant?"
"What are you talking about? Where did that even come from?"
"Well, you said she was acting different. They're consenting adults…"
"Beckett is not pregnant. C'mon, man."
"What's so wrong with being pregnant?"
"You know, I can't even talk to you about this right now."
"Okay. Well um… try to get over it before Jenny tells you the news, okay?"
"What? Are you serious? Wow, congratulations man. That's great!"
"Thanks, bro."
"Come on, Lanie; spill."
In the back of Beckett's mind she knew what Lanie was going to say. Beckett had been in Lanie's shoes three times herself.
"I'm pregnant. A few weeks along."
"Congrats, does Javi know?"
"Wha...what? I never said it was Javier."
Beckett gave her friend a look as their waiter set their entrees before them.
"Come on; Lanie, we both know that Javi is the father."
There was a pause again before Lanie spoke.
"Yes Javi is the father and no I haven't told him yet."
Beckett was going to let that last bit slide. They were both hungry and their food was going to get cold if they kept talking. Both of them also had to return to work at some point too.