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Chapter 2

Adalind was on the couch, a hand resting on her swollen belly. When her son began to kick, she smiled. She never would have thought that her and Nick would ever be friends, let alone have a child together.

Who would have thought? Certainly not either of them... It almost sounded like a bad joke; a Wesen, a Grimm and a baby. Hardy har har...

In the beginning, they were very clear enemies. Nick had also been one of the one responsible for taking her daughter from her. As much as it hurt, she knew Diana was safe, secure and loved with Nick's mother. Still... she missed her daughter. It was awful not to have her daughter here, with her. She hoped, so much, that she would have her Diana back some day.

The baby kicked once more before quieting. She gently stroked her hand up and down her belly repeatedly. Soothing mostly herself with the motion, still marveling that there was this baby—whom she already counted as wonderful. Even if its parents were a former Witch and a Grimm. The thought made her smile.

She and Nick were still slow to be friends; it was a bumpy ride but they were making it work. They had to, since she was keeping this baby and she knew Nick would want to be involved as well. But sometimes... every now and then, such a strange feeling in the air between them. Both of there were there because of their baby, but things were already better between them.

They really were on the path to becoming friends.

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Juliette felt drained. Exhausted down to every bone in her body. It didn't help that the mattress in her hotel room was horrible; no where near as comfortable as her one at home, the one she was used to. She tossed and turned, barely sleeping at night; the uncomfortable mattress and seeing Nick's face every time she closed her eyes were taking their toll.

She missed him, unbelievably so. But anymore, thoughts of Nick lead to thoughts of Adalind... the pregnant she – the bitch who had Nick's baby in her belly and Nick's heart in her palm.

The baby that had been conceived while the blonde wore her face, seducing Nick the morning of Rosalee and Monroe's wedding. They didn't know until later, of course, that Adalind had managed to replicate Juliette's appearance... It didn't change the fact that Nick did not even know that he was cheating on her; Because Adalind had looked like her.

Juliette wiped the tears from her eyes and reached for her cell phone. As the screen lit up, she saw that Nick tried to call. For a moment, she consdiered calling him back but decided against it. Instead, tapped out a text message to Kenneth; asking if they could meet tonight.

She needed someone to talk to. She didn't want to see anyone from their common group of friends. Not even Rosalee, even though she was really a good friend to Juliette.

Sean had made her the offer, leaving an opened ended invitation if she ever wanted to talk. He'd made it clear that Juliette could always get in touch with him. They'd become friends, so the offer was tempting and sweet, really, but she needed some distance away from the people that knew her and Nick—as a couple. She knew they would help, glady even, but it still made things awkward to consider talking to any of them about all of this...

So, that left Kenneth; even if she didn't know him long, she just felt drawn to him. She didn't want anything from him—quite the contrary; he did not belong to their circle of friends and would still lend a sympathetic ear. He had been nice and friendly to her. When she was with him, she forgot—for a moment—everything going on around her.

The at night and the mornings were the worst; when she woke up and Nick wasn't there with her.

Or, that she was not at home. Everything had been thrown into the wind and she no longer had the securtity of her home, of everyday life and the mundane activites she'd been used to. She had needed the distance, the time alone, but it was still hard to deal with the sudden changes. With Kenneth, she could have that and have someone around.

She startled when her cell phone vibrated in her hand. She quickly tapped the new message and smiled a little. Tonight, she had an appointment with Kenneth.

How would react Nick when he finds out? Would it interest him at all? Or would it perhaps now even matter? Interested him at all? After all, he was the Grimm and now she was a Hexenbiest - even though they both were already so long together, it gave her to think ...

Stop fucking thinking about! she scolded herself. It didn't help, though, her thoughts roiled and ran around her head no matter how hard she tried not to think them. She stared at the wall, thoughts racing and wide awake.

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Nick was still in his bed. He had barely slept, his mind preoccupied, thoughts haunted by Juliette and Adalind. How could it be otherwise?

Juliette, the love of his life now was a Hexenbiest and Adalind—the former Hexenbiest—was now human. And, he couldn't forget, the mother of his unborn child.

Slowly, the Grimm sat up and let his legs slide on the floor. He rest his elbows on his knees and sighed, head bowed and resting in his hands.

Juliette and Adalind. Those two women had robbed him of his nerves lately.

He didn't know where Juliette was. The last time he saw her was at his work and he hadn't heard from her since. He had tried to call her but kept getting her voicemail.

Adalind, though... He knew where she was; in the living room, on his couch, sleeping.

Nick stood up slowly, stretching and went to shower. After he had finished, he went into the kitchen and made breakfast. He nearly brought Adalind breakfast the couch, but then he decided against it. It was probably better to stick to the table... He shook his head at his own silly thoughts and focused on putting the coffee maker on to brew.

Luckily, it was Sunday. He didn't have to work—or least, not unless there was an emergency.

He grabbed the coffee pot when the machine gurgled the last few drops in and sat it down at the table. Once everything else was ready, he grabbed the newspaper.

TBC?