Author's Note: This is a look into the mind of Grimm's most hated and loved character Adalind as she struggles with impending motherhood while fearing for her life. Note, this work is incomplete and subject to editing. Please let me know what you think of it and if you would like for me to continue it, also any suggestions you have.

"You are going to have another baby." The words rang in her head like a judge's conviction pronouncing her guilty as the cold dawning of realization came over her with the memory of the event that led to this moment: breathing in the potion, becoming Juliette, being in Nick's bedroom, in his arms, in his bed…

…But that wasn't…it couldn't be…not possible… But it was.

In her desperation to find her daughter, any potential consequences had been the farthest thing from her mind. At the time, she'd only been focused on getting it done – to take away Nick's powers so that Victor would allow her to be with her daughter. And it turned out the bastard didn't even have Diana; he'd just used her to get to the Grimm. And now…

"No…"

The Grimm…Nick Burkhardt…Nick…

"No, No, No!"

She was having Nick's baby!

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"Please, please, please, please. I can't go through this again," Adalind feverishly prayed as she sat in the posh bathroom in the penthouse suite of the Hotel Deluxe. When the timer on her phone went off, she got up on shaky legs and approached the counter like someone walking towards the gallows. Her hand trembled as she gingerly picked up the test with all the care of one handling explosive material. To her it might as well have been a bomb; her world was blown apart as the test confirmed what she already knew yet had tried so desperately to deny.

"I can't have another baby!" She woged as her distress overtook her and cracks spiderwebbed through the mirror. "I don't even know where the first one is!" She set the third positive pregnancy test down on the sink next to the other two as something close to panic gripped her chest. She couldn't be having another baby. She couldn't be having a Grimm's baby! She was a Hexenbiest. What would that even mean?!

But she couldn't deny it anymore. This was real. It was happening. It was…this…

This was her baby.

It clicked into place just like that. However it happened, intended or not (and unlike her first, this certainly had not been intentional), this was her baby. And just like that, fear resurged. A different kind of fear this time. Fear for her child, this tiny, helpless, fragile little life growing inside her. The Royals always wanted to control Grimms. What would happen if the Royals found out she was carrying a Grimm's baby? Oh God, or if Nick found out she was carrying his baby!?

She couldn't have another child ripped away from her. Her daughter had been taken from her; she couldn't stand for that to happen again. She had to protect herself and her child.

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Fear for her life had brought her to this point. No, not her life. Their lives. It was They from now on. And 'fear'? More like abject terror. Adalind held a hand protectively over her bulging stomach where her baby grew and prayed that coming here hadn't been a mistake that was about to cost them their lives. But she had nowhere else to go, no way to run, nowhere to hide. And no one else to turn to. She had become irrelevant to the people she'd aligned herself with. On her own, she was as good as dead. The only option left to her now that gave her and her child half a chance at surviving was to put herself at the mercy of someone who had more than enough reason to want her dead.

She just hoped she could give Nick enough reason to keep them alive. Would the fact that she was carrying his child be enough?

When Kenneth told her he knew who her baby's father was, she knew that she had to get out of there. Nobody there would do anything to protect her. Kenneth would give her to Juliette giftwrapped to get the Grimm's girlfriend on his side. And now the Grimm was her only hope to not get killed by the enraged new Hexenbiest – that is if Nick didn't kill her himself.

Waiting in Renard's office, Adalind chewed her thumbnail down to the quick thinking of all the ways this could go badly for her. How did you tell a man you'd once – okay, more than once – tried to kill that you were having his baby? A baby that was accidentally conceived when she'd tricked him into bed in order to poison him… Yeah, that was more than a few points against her. She'd come to the precinct thinking that a building filled with cops would be the best place to give Nick the news – witnesses with badges were a significant deterrent against violence.

She thought of how Nick probably felt when he realized that it was her disguised as Juliette that he'd taken to bed. Disgusted, violated, enraged… In a fit of rage, he could kill her and their baby both without even thinking about it. It really wouldn't be difficult for him. But he was her baby's father and she – they – needed him. Would a Grimm want a child whose mother was a Hexenbiest? Traditional Grimms would call that an abomination. But Nick…he wasn't traditional. And even if he hated her, he wouldn't hate his own child, would he? Adalind wished she could be more sure of that, but given how it happened…he might.

He might – but then again he might not, whereas Juliette's hatred for them was a certainty, as was her killing them. Nick, he was a Grimm, a natural born killer…But he was also a good man, she knew that. She'd seen it. It was why he didn't kill her when they first met, although she was sure he regretted not doing so now. Scared as she was, the only way she could see to save her child was to get Nick to accept it. She had to risk it.

"Is there a problem?" She turned at the sound of his voice as Nick followed Renard into the office, her heart racing from fear…and something else. The last time she heard his voice was when they were in bed together. Those were words of 'I love you', words meant for Juliette. When he turned and saw her, the loathing that came over his face brought the phrase 'if looks could kill' to mind and she could swear she saw his hand twitch towards his gun. She was definitely right to do this in a police precinct.

"Nick, wait!" If he walked away, she would have nothing and no one to protect her. Juliette would kill her and her baby. Bracing herself for the worst, she pulled open her coat to show him. Nick's reaction was predictably incredulous. Impossible – that had been her first reaction too. Reluctantly, she reminded him of that afternoon he'd supposedly spent with "Juliette"… "I need you Nick. I need you to protect me from Juliette, because no one else will."

"Why the hell would I do that?!"

"I'm not expecting you to do this for me." God knew she was only hoping he had enough restraint not to kill her. "I was hoping you would do it for your child. It's a boy. I wanted to know. You should feel this Nick." She took a step towards him. He backed away from her like she was carrying the plague instead of a baby. His baby. She felt hurt, not for herself, but for her child who may have to face the rejection of his father before he was even born. She knew what a parent's rejection felt like, twice over. Her father had walked out when she was four. Her mother kicked her out when she lost her powers; the fact that she was her daughter wasn't enough to keep her when she was no longer useful.

"He's yours. Whether you accept this child or not, that will never change." She reached for his hand. She had to make him understand that this wasn't something she'd orchestrated or planned as yet another way for her to hurt him. "He's strong, like you." She needed him to feel it, to know that it was something real and alive, and even if he hated that it came from her, it came from him too. She got him to unclench his fist and laid his hand on her belly where he could feel the baby kicking. She could still see the conflict in him, but she could also see the moment it hit him: This was his child.

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For Adalind that night, sleep was not easy to come by. The most she was able to reach was a doze, being startled awake by any sound, real or imagined. She felt like a child again, afraid of the unseen danger hiding in the closet or under the bed, except she knew that the danger that stalked her was very real. And even more frightening than the monster after her was the question she'd asked Nick before he left: What happens to our baby?

Even if Nick did accept that the child was his, she still didn't know what he would do about it. She knew that Nick didn't and couldn't want her. He could take their son away from her. Like he took Diana. Nick didn't think she should be a mother to a child that wasn't his; he definitely wouldn't want her to be a mother to his son. She didn't think she could survive that again, if he took their baby away and abandon her.

No one's gonna take him from you this time. That was what Nick said. She tried to cling to those words, praying that they held true. But that didn't quell the dread entirely. Maybe Nick wouldn't take him away, but he could still just abandon them both. Nick didn't want this baby…and she couldn't really blame him. Even though Nick knew that the child was his, Adalind knew that hoping for Nick to claim her son was a reach given everything that had happened between them. As much as she was afraid of him, of what he might do, she did not want him to cast them aside. She did not want to have to do this all alone. Assuming they survived, she imagined what she would tell her son when he got old enough to ask why he didn't have a daddy.

Her lingering sense of dread increased as another scenario forced its way into her mind: If Nick got Juliette back – the woman he really would want to have a baby and a family with – then Adalind would become as irrelevant to him as she'd become to the Royals, and he could just quietly execute her. If Nick did decide to kill her – and their unborn baby along with her – she didn't know how she could stop him. Even if she had her powers, she certainly wasn't up to fighting strength in her current condition. And even if she was, she'd lost the fight to Nick the night he took her powers away the first time. He could have killed her then, and that was when he was new to being a Grimm. Now, he was a practiced killer with the blood of more dangerous Wesen than her on his hands. She remembered how it felt to have Nick's hands on her when he thought she was someone else, someone he loved – tender, caring, yet so strong, the strength of a Grimm that could break monsters…or defend against them. Those same hands could end up choking the life out of her.

These dark thoughts were clear and present in her mind when Nick came back in the middle of the night. Adalind sat up in her bed, the look on his face bringing fear to her heart. "It worked. I saved her, and now you're here to get rid of me!" Part of her had hoped that if he did decide to kill her, he would wait until after the baby was born. She couldn't bear the thought that her child, her son wouldn't even get the chance to draw a breath. And worse than Juliette killing him, it would be his own father that killed him.

"Adalind, I'm not going to hurt you."

His words surprised her. When she came to Nick for protection in exchange for a way to help Juliette, she knew that it was possible that she was only momentarily prolonging her life, trading one executioner for another. But she could see the truth of it in his eyes. He was not going to hurt her.

Author's note: Thank you for the encouraging reviews I have received so far. I do intend to continue this story writing Adalind's perspective on what happens next. I will also include Nick's perspective on Adalind's revelation, as well as the perspective of other characters on other significant scenes.

Thank you!