The Time of Our Lives (Editing)

Chapter 19: August

A/N: Hey, guys! This chapter is going to be shorter than most of them... Sorry! But it is an important one, so bear with me!
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9 weeks.

"Kate," My fiancé says, and I look back at him. "What about Michael?" I shake my head, and he sighs heavily. "Do you know how common that name is?" I say, and make my way to where he is sitting, as quickly as I can. "Alright, not Michael." He scrolls down. "Vince?" I shake my head. "I am using my automatic veto," I say and look back to the microwave. It beeps, and I open it, revealing my breakfast burrito. I bring it next to him, and he looks at me. "I don't get one?" He asks and I roll my eyes. "I'm the one about to pop, but yes Castle, I will cater to your every whim." I say sarcastically, and throw another burrito into the microwave.

"What about Chandler?" He asks and I shake my head. "I used my automatic veto but seriously, no!" I say and look at his computer. "Look, what about Tate?" I say. "No." I sigh. "Quentin!" He looks bored. "No." I scroll.

"Elias!"

"No."

"Gabriel,"

"God, no!"

"I give up." I say and walk over to the microwave. It beeps, and I pull out Castle's burrito. I hand it to him, and he takes a bite. "Hot!" He says and I roll my eyes. "Do I need to cool it off for you, too?" I say and he sighs, blowing on it and taking another bite.

Once we finish, we get dressed and Castle drives us to the Twelfth. We both get out of the car and make our way up, using the stairs, as usual. "Jonathan," He spurts off and I glare at him. "Do you really want our son's name to be Jonathan?" I ask and he shakes his head. We make it to the top, and I sit at my desk. "What about Ryan? Short and sweet." He sits in his chair. "No," I say, focusing on my desktop, not even bothering to look in his direction. "Javier?" I sigh. "Castle, he isn't going to be Hispanic. No," He grumbles and gets up, walking to the break room.

I smile to myself at how ridiculous he is being, and begin typing up a report from last week. He walks back to his chair and hands me some tea; a drink I have taken to drinking during this pregnancy as a sweeter substitute, with less caffeine.

For the next three hours, I sit at my desk, typing up reports and the such, while Castle goes off and helps the boys with actual cases that I should be doing.

At quarter to one, Castle comes back and sits in his chair. "You really busy still?" He asks and I shrug. "Nothing I can't do tomorrow," I mutter and he smiles. "Let me take you out for lunch." He says in a demanding tone. I nod and carefully stand. After checking out for the day, Castle escorts me out to the car.

We make our way up the road, and I wonder where he is taking me. It isn't until we get about a mile away that I realize he is taking me to the diner. I haven't been here since, oh- I don't remember! When my father and I went out for my mother's birthday? That was months and months ago. He parks flawlessly, as he usually does, and we get out. I take more time than he does to get up, and by the time I am on my feet, Castle has been standing at the door for several seconds.

We walk in, and he starts shooting off more names. "Ander?" He asks. We sit, and the waitress takes our drink orders: Iced tea for me, water for Castle. She walks away and he spits five more at me. "Castle, none of those." I say. "Shawn?" I shake my head. "No."

He pulls out his phone, and after about a minute, he looks up at me, his face glowing. And just like that, he says it. The most perfect sounding word I have ever heard. Suddenly, in the middle of this diner, where so many memories have happened, I can see our future, I can hear myself saying this one name for the rest of my life. It flows from his mouth, off his tongue, so perfectly, it brings tears to my eyes.

"August." He doesn't ask if that is the right name, he knows. He says it in such a sure tone, that I know this is it. This is our sons 's name.

"August," I whisper. "It's perfect."