Thank you to all who are reading and commenting/reviewing this story! I LOVE the thoughts that you are sharing with me. Even those who are quite concerned about Josh's re-emergence. I appreciate that - and I appreciate that you're still reading to see where I'll take that angle on this story. Truly, thank you!
Now, where did we leave off? Oh! So it's time for a little Coming-To-Jesus discussion between Kate and Castle. What will be decided about Josh…about the baby…about the moments that lie ahead of them? Can answers about their future come from their moments in the past?
Let's find out in Chapter 7 of this Moment of Always!
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Moments of Always
Chapter 7: That Moment When …
Rick was a little surprised when he opened the door to his home and found a suitcase sitting just inside. He looked around quickly, his mind forgoing all of the settling thoughts that he had processed through the day.
He took a deep breath, took his bags of groceries to the kitchen counter and then heard his wife's voice in his office.
"That's fine, if Dr. Davidson can call my cell please, that would be great. I'm not going to be at home. Honestly, he may not get through to me, but please have him leave a message."
Rick swallowed roughly. First of all, Kate shouldn't be at home. It was 4:30 and she should be at her physical therapy session. Secondly, what did she mean she wouldn't be home? What was up with the suitcase? And third…
Kate slid her phone onto the counter as she stepped into clear view of her husband staring into space. "What are you doing?" she ventured.
"Why are you here?" He asked immediately without answering her inquiry.
"Last I checked I live here," Kate answered with a slight edge to her voice.
"Well of course you live here, but you should be at your appointment," Rick stated and finally fixed his eyes on hers.
Kate took a deep breath, fixed her chin in that determined, Kate Beckett fashion, and met him eye to eye. "I decided not to go to my appointment because I was afraid you would just come home, get some clothes and then leave again. That's not an option, Mr. Castle."
"So, what, you've got your own suitcase together and you're leaving?" He gestured toward the suitcase by the door.
Kate blinked but wasn't ready to give him an inch. This terse back-and-forth could go on, or one of them could be an adult and actually start conveying a semblance of what was actually going to occur over the next hour or so.
She took a deep breath and dared to step around the counter toward her husband. She put her hand down on the surface a few inches away from his and looked down at their fingers. Kate took the next few seconds inching her fingers toward his until she could rub the tip of her index finger against Rick's.
"The suitcase is packed for both of us," she commented quietly, fully expecting a rebuttal from him. "We need to talk about…this," she chose to use an open-ended type pronoun, "and I think it would be better if it's just the two of us somewhere where we won't be interrupted."
As she was doing, Rick watched her finger touch his, ever-so-lightly. He missed her touch and wanted to entwine his hand with hers.
His aim had been to fix dinner for her while she was at p.t. with the hopes of chatting about the whole cardiologist idea. Apparently there was going to be more than just a chat.
"Do you want to eat first or do we have time?" He conceded without looking away from their hands.
Kate let out a slow breath, "Will everything keep for a couple of hours? We could take it with us," she chanced, glancing at his face, and he nodded.
"Okay, then," she took another deep breath. "Just put these bags by our suitcase and grab the cooler that Alexis packed for us. You go freshen up and use the bathroom. I'll go after you and then we can hit the road."
Castle pulled his hand away from hers and thought about the instructions. "Where are we going?" He wondered.
"I'd rather not say till we're on the road," Kate admitted. "But will you drive?"
Rick nodded at her but tilted his head and squinted his eyes. "Why won't you tell me?"
Kate shrugged. She desperately wanted to be in her husband's arms and kissing him right now; not playing this are you still mad at me game that they somehow played so well. "I guess I'm afraid you won't go with me," she admitted.
Castle didn't ask anything more but stepped toward their bedroom before turning and looking back at her. "Kate?" He waited until she looked at him and read the hurt and worry on her face. "I'm sorry about the last 24 hours. And for the record, I'd go anywhere with you. Always."
Kate's heart beat a little faster. She used her fingertips to swipe at the tears that more-than-threatened to fall from her eyes and then put a hand over their baby. The life growing inside of her moved with the sound of Rick's voice, giving her the sign that this was all going to be just fine.
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Not much else was said before they left the loft. There was one, somewhat inadvertent, brief kiss as they passed in the office while trading locations. Neither dared to admit that each of them needed that kiss and much more - but that would keep them from getting on the road and likely put the kibosh on Kate's plans.
Once they made their way to the car, Rick opened the door for Kate, she slid into the passenger's seat and buckled into place as he rounded the car and sat down behind the steering wheel.
Kate took a few moments plugging in their destination address to the G.P.S. and then proceeded to pull two sandwiches and bottles of water from the small cooler.
Rick backed out of the space and then glanced at the map on the screen before starting their drive. "Do you want to tell me where we're going yet?" He ventured to ask. "A ninety-minute drive, I can see. But we aren't headed to the Hamptons, are we."
Kate shook her head and looked at him with his face turned toward the windshield. "Dad's cabin is on Lake Carmel. He came by earlier and brought me the key. I haven't been up there in a while," she added just for good measure.
Castle sat quietly for a moment and then articulated, "You haven't been up there since you were shot. Jim's invited us to go up there with him a couple of times but you always come up with an excuse not to go. Why?"
Kate really didn't want to delve into the particulars yet. Honestly that was the big reason they were heading to the cabin now. So that she could share those details with her husband and hopefully bring peace to another piece of her life that she found herself passing over.
"Let's just get out of the city, okay?" she asked and smiled at him.
They drove in silence for quite a while as he maneuvered the New York streets. The various horns and sirens filled the ambiance of the vehicle since they hadn't turned the radio on and neither of them was sharing.
Kate noticed very quickly that her usually talkative husband was more than unusually quiet. He was completely silent. She thought about asking him what he had done today but figured that might not be the safest topic to explore - although she was quite sure it involved him coming to terms with their predicament.
Finally with the city lights in the rearview mirror, Kate looked out the passenger window and took a deep breath. "I heard you, you know?" She began.
Rick glanced at her but quickly turned his eyes back to the road. "What?" he questioned.
"THAT day," Kate looked back simply to watch his body language, "when the sniper shot me, at Roy's funeral," she continued slowly, "I heard you…when you told me you loved me." She stopped purposefully.
"I know," he admitted from the driver's seat but wasn't sure what else she wanted him to say.
"How did you know?" Kate shifted in her seat a little to better watch him as this talk began.
Castle rolled his tongue around in his mouth and thought about her question. "The explosion case…" he started, "I don't know if you remember, but we had talked about the lost lives and the lost opportunities." He paused mainly due to the emotions that his thoughts were bringing back to him. "I had a long chat with Mother during that case. She reminded me that we aren't promised tomorrow and yet I had been taking each and every day for granted, with you …but putting off…any chance of…us. You had let me back in. I got my hopes up, but I didn't want to rock the boat," he shrugged one shoulder, "ya know?"
He took a deep breath before continuing, "She helped me decide that I needed to say the words again to you. So I was going to tell you. That morning before they brought in the first suspect, I… was going to tell you right there at your desk in the middle of the bullpen in the precinct… Well, maybe I would've asked you to go for a walk so it wasn't as public - not like I needed Kevin and Javi breathing down my neck." He shrugged his shoulder again but kept his eyes on the road.
Kate remembered that entire exchange like it had happened just last week. How he had asked if they could talk in a very calm, serene way. She knew he had something important to say and had worked up his courage. If she were honest she would admit that she was on the verge of sharing the three words with him as well at that point. If he had said them to her that morning, she would've likely shared his sentiment, ready to move forward. But instead…
"As you were questioning the guy, the suspect, and he was trying to claim he was in shock and couldn't remember anything, you called his bluff. You told him you had been shot in the chest and remembered every moment of it." Castle spoke the words from a place in his mind and heart that would never forget them. He pursed his lips together, remembering how his heart had fallen from his chest when he heard her admit that piece of information.
He took a few seconds and looked toward Kate, not letting her drop her view of his eyes. "You remembered me tackling you and asking you to stay with me. And you remembered me telling you that I loved you. But for whatever reason…"
Kate noticed his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. "That's why you turned on me…" Kate said practically to herself.
"What?" Castle glanced at her, letting Kate see that a little bit of hurt was still deep inside of him.
"I told Lanie that something had changed between us after that. This explains it. I didn't know you heard that." She basically confessed. "So you knew then that I lied to you. In the hospital, when I was awake and at myself enough to have visitors," she began and then looked down at her hands where she began picking at her cuticles. "I asked Lanie to call you. I wanted you to know that I was okay. And I was gonna tell you then that I had heard you."
"But?" Castle asked immediately.
"But the minute you walked in and I saw you again, I realized…it hit me…I thought…that I didn't deserve your love. At that point my life was going to be struggles and heartache and I didn't want to subject you to that. You have a daughter who is the light of your life and you could have any woman that you wanted. I didn't think - sometimes I still don't think - that woman should be me. You didn't need someone with so much baggage, so many complications." She turned her head to look out the window again, not wanting to meet the disapproving eyes that she knew he would throw her way.
"Wasn't that my choice to make?" he asked and watched her chin duck toward her chest.
"I wasn't prepared to let you make that choice," Kate stated.
They sat in silence again as Castle followed the GPS and directed the car northward on a smaller highway. There were few other cars on the road so he felt somewhat on autopilot as the sun began to set.
It took several minutes for Kate to put more thoughts together. Seeing Castle in her hospital room had been overwhelming. Her body had been in no shape for him to hold her at that point but that had been her first thought when she asked Lanie to call him for her.
She had envisioned him coming in with an "Oh thank God you're okay, Kate, did you hear me, I love you…" kind of recitation and then bundling her up in his arms.
Instead, Josh had been sitting at her bedside. That was an awkward beginning. And then she told Rick that she heard about him tackling her. Of course he had caught onto her words. And because he had latched onto the 'heard' portion of her explanation, he didn't share the most meaningful words that she wanted to hear him say again.
"That's not the whole truth either," she finally said with a huff. "I wanted you to tell me again. I needed to hear you say it again because I just couldn't get it into my head that you had actually said the words. And even if you had, you couldn't have meant them. Yes, I heard you. But at that point I was bleeding out and I didn't know if I was dreaming it or what the hell was going on."
Both of them sat as the car moved, reliving that day as a memory that would never leave them. Rick looked at her calmly and took a deep breath.
"I wanted to say them again. I wanted to say them and wanted to hear you say them back to me. And then I wanted to bundle you up in my arms and hold you and make everything better."
They sat in silence for another moment.
Before Kate could speak again, Rick added, "We've come a long way…since then," his voice softened even more to a conciliatory tone. "And you know, now, for sure, that you weren't dreaming, right? Kate, I fell in love with you during that first case we worked together."
Kate finally offered him a meek smile. "I heard you," she said again quietly.
"I know," he mimicked her soft smile. "And I still love you," he added and finally reached his hand across the console to take hold of hers.
"I know, and I love you, too," Kate grasped his hand tightly, pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and gazed at her husband. "It's nice to hear it again now, though," she ventured, still not wanting to fully delve into their needed conversation. But since she had him cornered, somewhat…
"Kate," his soft warning told her he knew what she meant.
"What?" she still held his hand and stroked her thumb across his knuckles. "The last day or so has almost felt like another shot to the heart," she shrugged one shoulder and focused on a freckle on the back of his larger hand.
"Don't even try to joke about that," Castle's gruff voice reminded her that he would never be prepared to laugh about that situation. "I'm just trying to come to terms with…"
"With the idea of Josh being back in my life?" She dared to say it.
Rick rolled his eyes to himself and made his deep breath more loud than it needed to be. "With the idea that this second happiest day of our lives could hold more danger for you and our baby."
He breathed in and out again a little more slowly as she waited. Alexis was right on one level. Rick was scared and wasn't sure how to deal with the thoughts that the obstetrician had forecast.
"I'm not scared that you're going back to him," her husband's voice sounded slightly childish, the gruffness of a pout escaping. "That's my little girl you're carrying there and I'll fight Doctor Motorcycle Man, or Demming or even Sorensen if they think I'm gonna let either one of you go."
Kate smiled to herself and lifted the back of his hand to her lips, kissing it gently before rubbing it against her cheek. This sounded more like her husband.
"At least you called him Motorcycle Man and not Motorcycle Boy… that's a start," she commented. "Oh, and Sorensen's married now, you know, to someone else. Remember, I got the invitation to his wedding but didn't go…"
"Doesn't matter," Rick shook his head and glanced at the smile on her face. "You get my point," he added succinctly while trying not to let on just how much he was enjoying her loving touch, her skin against his.
The two shared a familiar look when Kate caught his eye from under her lashes. She kissed his hand again and Rick finally gave her a soft, closed-lip offering as a little of the barrier began to crumble between them. The tension of the past 24 hours seemed to be melting with the hopes of time alone together, talking about their feelings - both of them - to get them back on the same page.
Castle pulled his hand away from hers just for the comfort of driving. Kate took the opportunity to unwrap one of the sandwiches and offered half to Rick since they were on a less than busy stretch of roadway.
He thanked her, glanced at the food and took a bite, chewing slowly before shifting his eyes and hands to actually look at the meat between the bread.
"Beckett?" he watched her practically devour a bite before looking at him with cheeks puffed out like a hungry chipmunk. "Did you make these sandwiches?" He worked to speak around the bite he was still holding in his mouth, hesitant to swallow it.
Kate chewed and nodded slowly. When she reached a point that she could swallow and speak without spitting food particles at him she tossed in a simple, "Why?"
Her husband handed back his half of their meal and pointed at the other wrapped sandwich sitting on the console between them. "I love you, Kate. I really do. And I would gladly endure almost all of the pains and struggles of this pregnancy for you if I could. But I'm hoping the other sandwich is at least slightly different…because I'm fairly sure I'm not the one of us who is currently craving pastrami and peanut butter on rye."
Kate swallowed the rest of her bite, took back his half of her sandwich and unwrapped the other one. "Oops," she tried to apologize with a scrunched but smiling face as she handed him the normal pastrami on rye with a smear of horseradish.
She happily laughed at the tongue-out, disgusted face that her husband offered with a shake of his head. "We're gonna be okay?" she asked as he took a fresh bite with relief.
Rick knew her underlying meaning; and yes, she was correct. But he just couldn't help himself. "Not if you keep trying to poison me," he cringed. "For the next five months you are under the Martha Rodgers kitchen rule."
Kate dipped her eyebrows. "What kitchen rule?'
Rick sighed. "To stay out of it."
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The rest of the trip went by more quickly than either expected. The talk centered around B.C., of course, and the thoughts of Martha Rodgers buying maternity clothes for Kate and outfits for their little girl.
Although there was still tension in the air it was at least a sign that they could carry on a conversation without Rick losing his mind. And, in Kate's mind, that was a big step in the right direction.
"This is it," she dipped her head to look out the window at the two story log cabin in front of them.
"Wow," was all that Rick offered before adding, "When your dad said cabin on a lake,"
"You thought it was a little hut for ice fishing?" Kate chuckled.
"Well, no," Rick scuffed. "But I didn't envision a two story version backing up to the lake. Why haven't we been here before?" He rushed on with his thoughts.
"Well it's no Hamptons, Castle," Kate responded with a flourish over the thought of their home away from home in another part of New York.
"No, but," he paused, putting thoughts and words together, "I can envision you here with your parents, enjoying nature. I don't know that I had ever really thought about Jim or you out here… But I can see it. You've talked about fishing, and camping and just getting away from things. This really is the perfect place."
"And this is just the outside," Kate's eyes widened as she held up the keys trying to encourage the writer to go inside. "Can we go in? I really need to pee. B.C. shifted and has been on my bladder for the past 15 miles."
"Right, go," Castle directed her. "I'll come back out for the bags and cooler in a few minutes."
Kate hurried up the steps onto the porch and opened the screen door. Rick watched her diligently putting the key into the lock but also noticed the little dance of her legs that he was beginning to recognize.
"Need a hand?" he offered, pulling the screen door away from her hip so he could also get to the doorknob.
"No, I just…" Kate pulled up on the door's handle and finally felt the deadbolt turn with a twist of the key. "Sorry, Castle, I've gotta go!" And with that she swung the door open and left him standing while she hurried down the hallway.
Rick knew better than to laugh or say anything derogatory. As he thought about it, he realized they were lucky to have made the trip without any bathroom breaks at all. Still he smiled. His wife was running toward the bathroom because their baby was sitting on her bladder.
That was the kind of thing their therapist had told him to focus on, earlier in the day. Yes, he was disgruntled at the thought of Josh Davidson needing to care for Kate again. But he was absolutely terrified at the idea of Kate or their baby having complications.
He knew she was scared about being pregnant already. Especially after the car accident and surgery and recovery. Every little twinge had been a nightmare for weeks, worrying Kate that she had done something to harm their child.
But the idea that perhaps the pregnancy, something that he caused, might hurt his wife, was something he couldn't fathom without a little help. That's why he had called Dr. Burke. That's why he sat in the therapist's office for an hour recounting the highs and lows of this Castle pregnancy from Kate's car accident to the resurgence of her cardiac surgeon-slash-former boyfriend.
Rick took a deep breath. Dr. Burke had been kind, understanding and above all helpful, fitting the author into his schedule without hesitation.
He would tell Kate about that, he decided in that moment. He wasn't sure he should. How stupid did he feel, turning to a therapist over their situation. But Kate herself had introduced him to this man and he had helped them both through previous events and trials. She would probably appreciate knowing that Rick had asked for help and found some.
He pushed those thoughts aside and finally stepped into the cabin and looked around. He could see the kitchen down the hall in front of him. Kate had gone that direction and turned right toward a downstairs bathroom he guessed.
To his left was an open living room with a large fireplace in a spacious area with a couch, a recliner and some kind of fur skin rug. It looked like a bear but Rick was willing to bet it was fake.
There were no animal heads or critters who had visited a taxidermist that he could see. That idea made him smile. But the pictures on shelves all over the room and hanging on the walls drew Rick into the room with a large dose of curiosity.
He stepped toward one shelf in particular and crossed his arms across his chest. There was a framed, 8x10 photo from his and Kate's wedding. Jim must have snapped the shot when the couple was dancing, alone, underneath the sunset skies, away from the rest of the family. It was beautiful. Rick felt a warm smile tug on his lips.
Beside that sat copies of all his Nikki Heat books, lined up in order. Somehow Rick resisted his urge to pick one up and see if it was autographed. He'd check on that later.
But what had really caught his eye was a frame holding multiple pictures. There was one of Alexis's high school senior pictures, in her cap and gown; another of her with Jim from the first Thanksgiving they had spent together; there was a picture of Martha in one of her plays - that appeared to be taken from one of the front rows of the audience; an older photo of Jim and Johanna Beckett together; and finally a family picture from Rick and Kate's wedding that included all of them - except, of course, Johanna.
The frame itself was tree-shaped with the scripted word Family at the base of it.
"That used to have pictures of Aunt Teresa, me and my cousin and my grandparents along with me and my parents, of course," Kate stepped up behind Rick and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. She kissed his shoulder and then stepped to the side where she could get a better look at him and the newer photos.
"Did you do this for Jim?" Rick asked while wrapping an arm around her and pulling his wife close to his side.
"Uh-uh" Kate shook her head. "Dad asked me a while back if we had a couple of pictures of Alexis that you wouldn't mind sharing. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but I found the senior picture that she had given to me and the one from our first Thanksgiving together. I had no idea he was redoing the Family frame. Is that okay…with you…I mean?"
Rick turned his face toward her with the first genuine smile she had seen from him in a while. "Of course! As long as you don't mind." He was happy to see Kate shake her head before they both glanced back at the pictures. Rick then leaned in to give Kate a kiss on the lips. "I've always gotten a welcoming feeling from your dad. Other than that first dinner that we had with him and my mother… He's always been kind to me and I did ask him for permission before I proposed to you."
Kate leaned back in his embrace with a bit of surprise. "You what?"
"I paid Jim a visit before I proposed to you. I remember him telling me that he was surprised to see me…you had called him a couple of nights before saying you thought you had screwed up the best relationship you'd ever had…"
"And I was terrified to call you because I wasn't sure what I could say to make things right between us," Kate finished the thought before Rick had the chance.
"He asked me if I loved you," Rick continued, "And I told him that I had never loved anyone in my life like you. Not Meredith, not Gina, not even Kyra…I've had my heart broken, Kate, but when I walked out of your apartment that evening, after we argued, I was shattered. Yes I was angry that you didn't tell me about the D.C. interview, but even more, I didn't know how to make you understand that you could talk to me about it...about anything. I couldn't figure out how to make things right between us. But the idea of you not being in my life… Mother had warned me, a couple of times, that I needed to put a ring on your finger… But the thought that you might say no - you might choose the job over me - I might as well have been a puddle on the floor for a couple of days."
Kate pulled herself to him and nuzzled her nose against his neck. She breathed in deeply and placed a kiss on his skin.
"There aren't many things in this world that make me so angry, or so worked up that I can't think straight." He pulled away just enough to look down into her eyes. "Someone hurting Alexis, my mother, you… the thought that something I've done might take you away from me…the idea that I may not be able to see you, or touch you or have you in my life… Kate, those are thoughts that can push me over the edge." His voice gained that gruffness again momentarily as he segued back into the feelings that had driven him mad over the past day and a half practically.
Rick cleared his throat and redirected his mind to the story he was sharing with her. "Jim asked me if I loved you and I told him that I've never loved anyone in my life like you. I told him that I needed you and wanted to ask his permission to propose to you."
Kate nibbled on her bottom lip. "Did he say it'd be a relief for someone else to take over?" She attempted to joke about it.
Rick looked at her and shook his head. "No," he said gently, without a laugh at her supposed humor. "He said, 'Son, I knew you loved her from the moment we met. And I knew she loved you before that.' He said, 'I'm not going to stand here and judge you for past relationships or failed marriages - although those worried me at first. But I can see a lot of Johanna and myself in the two of you now. So don't let her tell you 'no'. Cause you need each other and you both know it.'"
"He thought I'd say 'no'?" Kate creased her eyebrows.
"I think that was his way of giving his permission. And warning me that I may need to be as stubborn as you to convince you to say 'yes'." Rick raised his eyebrows as he thought about their chat and his proposal to her on the swings that day a few years back.
"And I did," she pulled herself back to him again and hugged him tightly before raising her chin, tiptoeing and placing a kiss on his lips. "And I'm not going anywhere."
Rick took his turn, placing a kiss on her lips and realizing he never wanted to be anywhere else in the world but in her arms. He reluctantly pulled away enough to see her face. "But it might not be your choice. If things go wrong when you go into labor… Kate, I would never forgive myself for getting you pregnant if something happened to you. Even if our baby is the most perfect child in the world, it would be my fault…"
"Stop," Kate pulled away from her husband with tension making her body completely rigid as she stepped away from him. "You can't do this to yourself, or me, or us," she found a spot on the floor to focus on.
"I know what Dr. Ange said scared you. It should probably be scaring me, but you know as well as I do that we've come this far together and tackled so many obstacles together… This is just another obstacle, Rick. Until I flatline while I'm pushing this little girl out of my body, I can't let the idea of cardiac scars ruin my joy about carrying your child - our baby. Can you understand that?" She had looked into his face in the middle of her miniature speech then shrugged her shoulders and conveyed her need for him to hear and feel what she was saying.
"We can't go back to that I protect you, you protect me style of things where we don't communicate. More than our work partnership, more than finding mom's killer, more than our marriage, Rick…this is our baby. And you have to tell me what's going through your mind. We have to communicate and work through this together." Kate sucked in a deep breath and picked up the picture frame that had caught her husband's attention.
"Every one of the people in these pictures is pulling for us and for B.C. And I guarantee you, even with the uncomfortable weirdness that is likely to be there, even Dr. Motorcycle Man is gonna be pulling for us and this baby. So let's let him worry about tests that I need and what might happen, if… Cause when it comes down to it…if something happens, Josh, or another cardiologist, and Dr. Ange will need to deal with it. I'll need you right by my side. Okay?"
Rick watched her look at the pictures in the frame and felt his heartbeat stutter as he thought about what she was telling him. It was going to take a little while for him to digest all of the brilliant explanations she had just provided. So after a pregnant pause, he stepped back toward his wife and took the picture frame from her hands.
"Okay," he offered quietly.
Kate loved that little boy voice that he used from time to time, letting her know that he was accepting her parenting of him. It was just one of the ways he dug deeper into her heart. Because it was one of the many ways he had of showing her his trust and his love, only for her.
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Afterthoughts… After reading this chapter for probably the 5th or 6th time, and making little changes/additions here and there, I realized I could probably end this story right here. Problem is, I've already got another chapter written that needs another couple of chapters in between and an actual ending! So, if you choose to stop reading here, I hope you've enjoyed - please let me know! But alas, I'm gonna keep trying to write and finish this story in my own mind (and posting if you choose to continue reading).
Should you choose to continue this journey with me, you know I love hearing from you. What's my line? Your reviews feed my muse! As does any discussion of Caskett and the love they share!
Take care for now Casketteers and KTCLF!
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