Castle: Their story. (on hold)

Chapter forty four

•I'm apologizing for my long wait. the holidays + the constant writers block has me not being able to write. I have a feeling I'm going to cut this book off with 50 chapters then write a sequel, that is if you guys want a sequel.

"Castle!! Bring me some soup!"

Kate was confined to bed rest today, her stomach flu had not yet vanished, only slightly increasing. The fever that the doctors expected had yet to show, making both detective and writer curious. More the writer than the detective, who whole heartedly wished to advance from this state and carry on with her life and her job.

"Coming, it's cooling off, I made your favorite." Kate smiled, she knew he wanted her to be happy while she was 'helpless' and resting in bed.

The early morning breakfast routine was starting off as usual, on this bright Saturday morning. Castle had woke up from his sleep, his tense muscles screaming for a warm shower, the festive activities of last night had worked them hard.

The detective watched as the writer pranced over to the bedside table with the trey, and a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup.

"For my love."

"Thank you Rick."

He melted at the mention of his name,

"always."

He placed the trey on her lap, watching her smile at the sight. The smile slowly faded as her stomach began to turn, the acid in her stomach began to bubbling signaling the well known.

"Castle hurry take this."

She wrapped her hand around her lips as the rushed man snatched the trey carefully, quickly removing it from the lap of the obviously sick woman.

Kate threw her legs over the bed, instantly connecting her feet with the floor. She sped to the bathroom, her hair blowing in the passing wind. She raised the squeaky lid to the familiar toilet before hurling everything she had ate the day before down the drain.

She heaved until she could no more, her throat begged for the liquid castle had gone to retrieve. The feeling she was experiencing was terrible, unlike any stomach flu she had ever had.

As the writer returned with the sparking aroma that would certainly heal her agonizing throat, she scooted back away from the toilet. Allowing her parter to settle himself next to her.

He wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder, causing her to pull back. She looked at him with a slight glint of pity, his expression was in meer confusion.

"I don't want to get you sick." Her voice was hoarse due to the sickness she just encountered.

The writer sighed deeply before placing his hand ontop of hers, with his free hand he used his index finger to lift her chin to look at him.

"Do you want to take a test?" Kate looked in horror at him, his face was serous.

"The doctors already said I was not pregnant."

"Doctors can be wrong Kate," he paused for a second to gather his wondering thoughts. "the symptoms all point to the conclusion. The morning sickness, the inability to drink coffee, come on you know that this is more than just a simple stomach flu."

Kate looked into his deep ocean blue eyes, searching for comfort which she found. She had tears brimming her eyes as she sighed.

"I'll take a test. But they aren't always accurate Castle."

He smiled, he knew she would eventually agree to it but it shocked him that he didn't even have to convince her that much

"I'll run to the store tonight to grab a few, but for now let's get you cleaned and ready for a better breakfast."
He stood to help her up only to watch her lunge over the toilet once more, heaving nothing but air up.

Her stomach has released all the solids stores in it, allowing nothing more but air to pass through. Castle refilled the water cup with sink water, knowing she wouldn't care as long as it washed down the unpleasantness.