It looks like they’re trying to figure out the best punishment for their son after he played with his ball and bat inside the loft and broke a window.
Best. Comment. Ever.
Kate: Maybe we should take away his books.
Castle: We want to punish him, not TORTURE him!
Scratch that story… Their son broke the helicopter, not the window, with the bat.
Kate leaned forward and clasped Castle’s hands around the remains of his precious helicopter. It was taking everything in her not to burst out laughing at the pained look that was etched across her husband’s face.
"He just smacked it. Right out of the air." The laughter bubbled up in her chest as Castle mumbled again, with a slightly dazed look, what their son had done to his precious toy.
"Rick, you break a helicopter almost ever month. We’ve been through more helicopters than the air force. You shouldn’t look so stunned," she exclaimed picking up a piece of rotary blade for examination. He brought his gaze up from the carnage left in his hands.
"He just smacked it, Kate! I was messing around trying to finally stick the landing on the bookcase and he picked up the bat and just—." He brought one of his hands up to knock his knuckle against his lip, bringing his sentence to an abrupt and dramatic stop. Kate rolled her eyes at his theatrics, ever his mother’s son.
"Okay, well, what do we do? How do we punish him?" Kate asked. "I don’t know the proper punishment for assaulting a toy." His eyes squinted in a glare and she let a bit of a smile pull at her lips.
"I don’t know either. He’s never acted so irrationally before." Now it was Kate’s turn to glare. He knew damn well that their son was nothing but an irrational hellion when he wanted to be, but Rick caught her eye and put up his hands in defense. "Okay, okay, maybe a bit. But I believe him about the firecrackers. Your father was looking a little guilty that night, too!"
"Alright, so what do we punish him with?" Kate asked with a laugh. "We could take away his books?" Castle’s mouth fell open and he looked appalled.
"We wanna punish him Kate, not torture him!” Kate shook her head and bit her lip. God he was precious.
"Okay than, Castle. What do we do?"
"JAMES!" She startled at his sudden screaming of their son’s name and smacked him on the chest for frightening her. Their son poked his head into their bedroom, and shuffled in. He was just as theatrical as his father and grandmother with his pouty lip and glistening eyes.
"Yes, Mommy?" James’s voice was timid but Kate could see through his ruse. He hadn’t called her mommy since he was three, but she still patted the bed next to her and he climbed up to cozy in between her legs.
"James, bud, why did you break Daddy’s helicopter? You know better than to swing the baseball bat in the house. Let alone smack it against things." Castle was massaging his knee and James was fiddling with the comforter.
"You started it, Dad." Kate cocked her head and cast her eyes on Castle who had his mouth open in astonishment.
"Did he? Well, what did Daddy do to start it?" Kate was still looking at Castle who had a very defiant face.
"Daddy kept buzzing it around my head while I was playing with my Lego men and I kept telling him to stop but he wouldn’t so I broked his helicopter ‘cause he broked my space ship last night when he stepped on it." James began to tear up about halfway through his story and Kate kept looking up at Castle to gauge his reaction. This entire situation was extremely entertaining.
"Rick, did you really break his space ship last night and then bother him today while he was playing?" Kate asked, losing the battle against holding in her smile and condescending tone.
"It was an accident and I thought we were playing, buddy! Didn’t you like me trying to hit your Lego men with my helicopter?” Castle asked, obviously hoping to come out sounding a bit better in this situation.
"No, Daddy, I didn’t want to play and you broke my space cruiser." James was muttering now so Kate cocooned him in her body and placed a kiss to his head.
"It’s okay, baby. Why don’t you and Daddy go into the living room and he’ll help you rebuild your space ship?" Kate looked up at Castle and he pushed a few pieces of his mangled helicopter around with his finger.
"Yey, yey! Help me, Daddy! Help me!" James pushed out of his mother’s arms and wriggled down the bed, running head-long into the living room. Castle got up from his knees, letting out a little groan, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on Kate’s forehead.
"I’m sorry," he whispered into her skin as she brought her hand up to cup the side of his face.
"It’s fine, Castle. Just stop bother our kid when he’s playing with his Legos," she chided, pushing against his shoulder playfully. He let out a chuckled and turned to leave the room.
Kate flopped back into the pillows, hair billowing out behind her as she rubbed her hand slowly on her slightly expanded belly.
"Don’t worry, darlings, I won’t let Daddy break your space ships either."
Oh my gosh. LOVE.