Adalind was nervous. After everything that had transpired between her and Nick it seemed that a hug was what was going to be what broke her calm facade. She'd been pleasantly surprised by how cordial things had been between them. After Nick had decided to sell the house it seemed that he had been making an effort to connect with her as a person and not just for the sake of their son. Throughout their move and settling in to the old paint factory they had remained cordial, but things had taken a turn for the unexpected when he submitted to Adalind's wishes and slept in the room with her and Kelly. She would have never thought that she could feel so safe with a Grimm sleeping beside her, but Nick definitely wasn't the monster that she had grown up hearing about. For one, he was much better looking. For two, he was much kinder than the Grimms in the stories that her mother told her about. They were starting to become more than parents, they were becoming friends. And as she stood there calming a crying Kelly in her arms as Nick investigated the disturbance outside she cautiously hoped that they were moving towards more than that.