“Are you sure you’re okay, Kate?”
She blinks and redirects her gaze from the television to her husband. They’d decided on a quiet movie night together to decompress after the case and so far, she had been horrible company. Zoning out during their dinner of Chinese takeout, watching the film with him without seeing a second of it.
He knows her mind is wandering, he’s known since this morning when he awoke to find her staring into the mirror without perceiving, a makeup brush balancing in her fingers while she daydreamed about a little boy with his eyes and maybe her smile running around the loft.
A dream that’s becoming reality.
“Yeah,” she assures him, unfurling from her spot in the corner of the sofa and inching closer to his warmth.
“We don’t have to stay up, you know,” Castle murmurs, slipping an arm around her shoulders and combing a hand through her hair. His fingers feel so lovely grazing her scalp; they’re almost effective enough to quiet the riot of thoughts that have consumed her mind for the entirety of the day. “It’s been a long day, we could-”
“No, Castle, it’s not…” She sighs and drops her head to his shoulder. She had wanted to do something elaborate to reveal the news, something simple but surprising, knowing how much he enjoys those sorts of things, but it’s hardly been twelve hours since she learned the news herself and she doesn’t think she can keep this to herself much longer. “I have something to tell you.”
Castle lowers the arm from around her shoulders and turns on the couch, orientating his body towards her, so willing and ready to listen, and if it hadn’t felt like the right time to tell him before, it definitely does now.
“Go ahead,” he says, giving her an encouraging smile with a hint of worry curling at the edges that she reaches out to brush away with the stroke of her thumb.
It works, his mouth quirking with a crooked grin that he’s always reserved for her.
“I - I was late. This month,” she explains, lowering her hand and waiting for his confusion to disappear, for understanding to take over.
“Okay, so you were - oh. Oh.”
Kate chuckles and pats the hand still resting on her knee.
“Yeah, so I took a pregnancy test this morning.”
That has his eyes flaring wide, tentative hope rippling in the ocean of his irises, and she can already feel the smile tearing at the corners of her lips.
She doesn’t even have to say it.
“You’re pregnant,” he whispers, a look of beautiful, absolute awe claiming his face when she nods in confirmation, and then he’s on her, his long arms banding around her, his vibrant smile pressing against hers, nearly knocking her over.
“Castle,” she laughs, tugging him back by the ears, but her cheeks are already aching from the smile overtaking her face.
“Sorry, sorry, I just - I didn’t expect-”
“Believe me, I didn’t either,” she chuckles. “I know we hadn’t talked much about it, but I really want this, Rick.”
“I want it too,” he responds instantly, the hands at her back clutching with excitement. “Kate, I want - I’ve always wanted - I want everything with you.”
They’ve been married for two years, intertwined and in love for far longer, but it still makes her heart stumble and flutter when he says things like that.
“Good,” she murmurs, low to keep the threatening rasp in her voice at bay as she leans in to press her smile to his. “Because this is just the start.”