Title: Children and Dancing
Word Count: 280
Spoilers: A spoiler-free zone.
Summary: It was the annual fundraiser and ball.
Disclaimer: If you recognize them, they belong to Andrew Marlowe. Otherwise, they're mine.
Castle watched Beckett from across the room at the annual fundraiser and ball for the New York City Children's Hospital. She held a little girl, who looked to be about three-years-old, on her lap. She had blue eyes and the faintest traces of red hair on her bald head, the tell-tale signs of a cancer patient. She looked so much like Alexis had at that age that his heart constricted in his chest. Beckett was showing the child a baby doll, causing the child's blue eyes to light up. Castle smiled. Beckett would make a wonderful mother.
Soon it was time for the children to go, leaving the adults to a night of dancing. As Beckett made her way across the room, he thought, not for the first time, what a beautiful woman she was. She was dressed in a floor-length sapphire evening gown and wore a matching sapphire necklace and earrings. She was breathtaking.
"Hey," she whispered, finally reaching him.
"Hey, beautiful." That simple statement touched her heart in ways diamonds and champagne never would. "Would you care to dance?"
She smiled. "I'd love to."
Leading her to the dance floor, Castle wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as they swayed to the music. She looked up into his eyes, thankful for his presence in her life. "You were wonderful with that little girl. You're going to be an incredible mommy," he told her softly, touching the slight swell of her middle where their unborn child lay.
"I love you, Rick Castle," she told him tenderly.
"And I love you," he told her before lowering his lips to hers in a sweet kiss.