Always.

Ten.

But I could tell he wasn't buying it. He knew that something was up.

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When we got home, it was too late to talk to Castle. We were both super tired, so we just went to bed. The next morning, however, that is when things started getting complicated, especially since he didn't know about the baby yet.

"Good morning, o beautiful wife/muse of mine!" Castle said, and smiled as he woke up and realized that I was sitting up awake next to him. We still weren't used to the husband/wife thing yet.

I smiled. "And good morning, my ruggedly handsome husband/writer! How's your leg?" I asked, remembering last night's 'festivities'.

"It's actually feeling better." He said, which relieved me. I hated seeing him in pain. "Which reminds me, how are you?" Ugh, I forgot. I had to tell him today. This couldn't wait. But with the sudden mention of it, I felt a large wave of nausea. I lurched forward and ran to the bathroom.

"Kate?" Castle yelled, as he ran to the bathroom, hearing me heave up yesterday's meals.

"Uhhh" I moaned when I was finished. Morning sickness. Yay.

"Here, let me go get you some water, and a towel!" Castle was always so sweet. I was starting to feel guilty for not telling him yet.

When he came back, I gratefully chugged some water, just hoping to get the putrid taste out of my mouth. Castle wiped my face off with the towel, only for me to start hurling again when he was done.

He quickly pulled back my hair with one hand, and propped me up with his other. When I was finished, I felt like that was the last time, and the sickness had passed. So, I leaned back into him, as he again wiped my face clean. I allowed his big, muscular, comforting, warm arms that were soon wrapped around me in a hug, to calm my rapidly beating heart.

"Thanks, babe."

"Always." he said, holding me tight, but not too tight as to make me vomit again. "Now how about we get you cleaned up?"

After I took a long, hot shower to soothe my tense nerves after all that heaving, I quickly threw on one of Castle's button-up shirts, (I loved the way that they weren't small, but not too overly big. It was comfy. And the way it smelled. It smelled like him.) and I walked into the kitchen. I was welcomed by the smell of Castle making breakfast.

"Mmm, Castle. What are you making?"

"The works." he said, smiling, as he saw me wearing his shirt. "We have bacon, eggs, pancakes. Anything you want, just name it!"

"Sounds delicious!" I said, hopping up on the stool by the counter. "Do we have orange juice?"

"Yup. A whole jug of the stuff!" He said as he pulled the jug out of the fridge. "If you want, I could make us a couple of mimosas..." smiling as he said it. "After the day we had yesterday, we deserve it! Unless, of course, you are still feeling too sick." He quickly added, remembering the scene that had happened almost an hour ago.

I was about to say a big fat yes, but then a remembered; you can't drink while you're pregnant. I could've just said no, but then he would've asked why, and I probably would've tried to divert the conversation. So, I decided that it was just time.

"Uh, Rick. We need to talk."

"Uh oh. That doesn't sound good. Why am I in trouble? All I said was mimosa..." He was trying to be sarcastic and funny, but he was worried.

"Castle, please. Be serious here."

"Okay, I'm listening." he said, as he pulled us onto the couch.

"Well, um, you see, the thing is..." I was nervous, and trying to stall this as much as possible, but I knew it had to come out.

"Kate, you can tell me anything." Castle said in his calm, comforting voice.

"Rick, I'm pregnant."