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Marry Me
“We should get married.”
While this wasn’t the most random thing Castle could have said (by far!), Beckett found herself counting to ten before daring to ask, “Why?”
“I love weddings. Dancing, food, presents… floating candles.”
“My cousin had those when she got married.” Ryan threw in his two cents. “She bent over to blow one out, and woosh,” he gestured upward, “too much hairspray! Up in flames.”
Castle turned to Beckett. “Well, you don’t wear lots of hairspray. It won’t happen, so let’s get married.”
The phone rang; Beckett turned to answer it, still eying him curiously.
Castle sighed.
While this wasn’t the most random thing Castle could have said (by far!), Beckett found herself counting to ten before daring to ask, “Why?”
“I love weddings. Dancing, food, presents… floating candles.”
“My cousin had those when she got married.” Ryan threw in his two cents. “She bent over to blow one out, and woosh,” he gestured upward, “too much hairspray! Up in flames.”
Castle turned to Beckett. “Well, you don’t wear lots of hairspray. It won’t happen, so let’s get married.”
The phone rang; Beckett turned to answer it, still eying him curiously.
Castle sighed.