C/B, 17. "Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…"
She’s staring out the window that looks out over the lake, hypnotized by the swirling snow, as fascinated by the winter storm at 36 as she would have been at age 5.
She feels Castle’s presence the moment he enters the room, delights in his warmth against her back as the wind howls ferociously outside. She gives a little sigh of contentment as he wraps both his arms and their quilt around her.
He rests his chin on her shoulder, and she shivers when his voice rumbles directly in her ear. “Looks like we’ll be trapped here for a while.”
She laughs softly. “I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘trapped’ when we’d both rather be here than anywhere else. That was kind of the point of this little getaway, wasn’t it?”
“True,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to her neck. “But I’d rather not be snowed in at your dad’s cabin when Peanut here decides to make her entrance.”
“You and me both, babe.” Her due date is still 5 weeks away, but she’d come early herself, and her pregnancy has all but mirrored her mother’s perfectly, if her dad is to be believed.
As if on cue, Kate feels a gentle nudge just below her belly button. Their Peanut always seems to know when someone’s talking about her. Though, to be fair, they spend a majority of their time talking about her these days.
Another nudge has her eyes filling with tears. She’s almost here. In just a few short weeks, they’ll get to meet their daughter. “How did we get so lucky?” she whispers, swiping at her eyes.
“We respected the Universe,” Castle says solemnly, and she laughs.
“The Universe had better keep cutting us some slack for a while, if it knows what’s good for it,” she responds.
He kisses her again. “Even if it doesn’t, we’ll make it through,” he assures her. “We always do.”