Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Notes: Welcome to the official sequel... even though the last story ended up being a sequel anyway. I truly had not planned on writing 4 chapters of fic for that one, but it just sort of happened. I'm going to keep up my habit of dropping easter eggs. It was fun in the last couple of stories to draw in those outside homages. So, it might not be every chapter, and it might be super subtle or even completely unrelated to Castle. I dropped a couple Fringe nods in "Dinner and A Movie" in the last story. Keep your eyes peeled!

This story will probably be slower to update than either of these last two were. I will be birthday celebrating, and copyright law studying this week. I'll do my best to not leave you guys hanging.

Kate groaned in the bed, and rolled onto her back. She was stiff and tired and sore and on empty. Food. She needed food. She needed to sit for that. She tried to push herself up, and failed. She sank back into the bed.

"Hey... you're awake," Castle came out of the bathroom and leaned over her, "you hungry?"

"Starving," she smiled, "can you help me sit up?"

"Yeah," he wrapped his arm under her shoulders and pulled her up, with his other he stacked the pillows behind her for support, "What do you want to eat?"

"Anything," she smiled.

"You got it," he paused at the bassinet and gently scooped up the seven pounds of sleeping infant it held, he handed her to Kate, "I got you a present."

Kate smiled and accepted the baby, "Just what I wanted."

"I thought you might," he kissed her forehead again and trailed a finger down the baby's cheek. He tore himself away long enough to go find something for Kate to eat.

"Hi, Emily," she whispered moving the baby to rest in the crook of her left arm. She drew her right arm out and brushed her hair back behind her ear, "Are you glad to be home? I really don't like hospitals, so I'm happy to be home. I know I've told you at least a hundred times in the last week, but I am so very happy to see you," the baby started squirming around and tuning up to cry.

"Shhh, shhhh," Kate tried to sooth her,

"Stars shining bright above you.

Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you'.

Birds singin' in the sycamore trees,

Dream a little dream of me..."

She smiled as Emily began to settle, but continued to sing to her,

"Say nighty-night and kiss me," she kissed her forehead,

"Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me.

While I'm alone and blue as can be.

Dream a little dream of me..."

She smiled and trailed off as the baby stilled back into slumber. Cuddling her close Kate leaned further back into the pillows and watched her sleep, she was so content that she didn't even notice when she started to hum the rest of "Dream A Little Dream."

Rick noticed, he stood in the doorway with the plate watching her be blissfully unaware of everything outside of her little bubble. He'd been free to watch her a lot the last few days, when she was holding Emily she didn't seem to notice, or perhaps care, that his once creepy habit was back in full force. Reluctantly he broke that fourth wall, and came to the bed, "I made you a grilled cheese."

Kate looked up at him, "Thanks. Sit?"

"Where else would I go?" He slid into the bed next to her and held the plate in his lap. He figured he was probably going to have to make an unfair trade to get her to eat, because she was wrapped back up in her little world before he had even hit the mattress.

"Have I told you I love you today?" she asked turning her attention to him.

"Not in the last fifteen minutes," he kissed her, "Am I going to have to play dirty to get you to eat?"


"Are you going to feed yourself or make me fight you for it?"

She passed him the baby and snuggled into his side, "I'll be good."

"Good," he looked at the baby, "Mark my words, Emily, we will never hear Mommy say those words again."

Kate laughed and pulled the corner off of her sandwich, "Don't listen to him." She stayed snuggled into his side, alternating between chewing her sandwich, ripping pieces off, and just watching. After ten minutes the sandwich was gone, and was half asleep on his shoulder.

"You'll be more comfortable if you lay down," he moved the plate to the side.

"I don't want to lay down," she yawned and straightened up, "I want to go downstairs. Watch a movie."

"We can watch a movie right here."

"I'm tired of being in a bed. The doctor said it would be good for me to try and move around some. Please?"

"I can't argue with that," he slid to the edge, and stood up, "but you will let me help you down the stairs and to the living room."

"Fine," she ran her fingers through her hair, scrunching her nose at the dirty feeling, and scooted to the edge, "and maybe later we can talk bathing."

"Bath," he placed Emily in her bassinet and helped ease Kate up to standing.

"As long as there is shampoo and soap involved, I really don't care," she wrapped her arm around his side.

"I'll get you settled, and then come back for her," he waited for her to nod. Once she had he led her down the stairs to the couch.

She sat down and leaned her back against the armrest, "I'm fine."

He quickly made the round trip to get Emily, "What kind of movie do you want to watch?"

Emily's only response was to blink and yawn.

"I think that sounds like a better plan," he headed back down and placed her in his wife's waiting arms.

"Well, hi there, pretty," Kate pressed a kiss to Emily's cheek, "Did Daddy wake you up?"

"She was awake when I picked her up, thank you very much. I asked her what she wanted to watch but she didn't seem to care," he placed his hands on the armrest behind Kate, and leaned over her to watch Emily.

"Something brainless, and quiet."

"Chick flick?"

"You are so funny," she turned her head up and shot him a dirty look.

"I didn't mean it like that. They usually aren't loud, and they usually have a thin story. No hard thinking required. I'm digging the hole deeper again aren't I?" He moved toward the movie cabinet. He popped in The Princess Bride and turned the volume down before sitting next to Kate. He reached over to stroke the side of Emily's head, "We're gonna start you off early with the good stuff, okay?"

Emily just yawned in response.

"I can see your attention is piqued," he laughed and pulled the blanket from the couch behind him. He covered Kate's legs and settled into watching them. He listened while Kate explained the movie to the little girl, watched while she fed her, and after the baby was sleep again he took her for some well deserved cuddle time.

"She looks so tiny when you hold her," Kate moved so that she was sitting next to them. She gave Emily her finger and smiled when the little girl latched onto it.

"She is tiny."

"I think I'm ready for that bath. You stay here," she kissed his cheek, "I promise to yell for you if I need any help."

"Help?" he leered.

"Don't even go there," she stood up and stretched trying to loosen her tired and achy body for the trip back up the stairs, "I probably won't come back down."

"We'll be right behind you," he looked up and watched her until she was up the stairs. He looked back at Emily, "What do you say we bother your sister? I think she is just now getting out of class, and I bet she would love to see you."

Emily didn't stir.

"It's okay," he got up and moved upstairs, "we can bother her later. When you are feeling a little more chatty."

He settled her into the bassinet, and opened the bathroom door to check on Kate. With covered eyes he entered, "Everything okay in here?"

"I'm just fine," she whispered right into his ear, "I'll be even better if you'll let me out of here."

He uncovered his eyes and turned to face her, "That was sneaky."

"That's why I'm the cop."

"You smell like cherries."

"Non sequitur."

"Good comic strip."

"Let me out."

He stepped aside to let her through, and she crawled back under the covers in bed. "You want anything else to eat?"

"Not right now, but I would be opposed to spaghetti later."

"I can handle that, just let me know when you are ready," he got into bed with her and wrapped his arms around her.

"You've been so tactile since we got home. I'm not complaining, but does this stem from Meredith thinking you were strange again?"

"No, I just can't keep my hands off of you," he grinned and kissed her neck, "Maybe a little bit, but with her it was more because I was always taking care of Alexis."

"I can promise you that you will never have to worry about that," she rolled around until she was facing him, "The more time I can spend with her the better."

"Well," he pulled her closer, "I'm glad we're in agreement."

Kate kissed him and drifted off to sleep again.