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It's 12:02 a.m. In the master bedroom of the loft, Beckett and Castle are out cold. They had wrapped up a thorny case just over an hour ago and once they were home had barely enough energy to pull off their clothes, brush their teeth and sway wearily into bed.
"I love it when you and Dad brush your teeth at the same time. Especially the spitting noise. It's really funny."
12:03 a.m.
"Oh, and when you gargle is funny, too. The best part is when Dad tries to talk at the same time he's gargling. He sounds like the garbage disposal."
12:08 a.m.
"You aren't moving around at all, Mom. Are you asleep? I thought I heard you say good night to Dad a while ago. Is it night time? I don't know if it's night time or nap time."
12:17 a.m.
"Is it midnight? I'm hungry, and it feels like the kind of hungry that usually gets a midnight snack."
12:46 a.m.
"Are you still asleep? Because I'm wide awake, and it's pretty lonely down here all by myself. Plus it's booooorrring."
1:03 a.m.
"How about if you sang to me, Mom? I love your voice, and if you sing me a song, I might be able to go to sleep."
1:10 a.m.
"Could you roll over and shake Dad, please, to wake him up? Maybe he'd read to me. He likes to do that. Even though it would probably be something, what's that word you use? Inappropriate."
1:15 a.m.
"Never mind. I'll just suck my thumb. That almost always helps me fall sleep. I heard Dad say that you have a picture of me sucking my thumb. How did you get that? I wish I had a picture of you and Dad. I want to know what you look like before I get out of here."
TBC
A/N Thank you for all your support for this gestational adventure.