AN: There were a couple of comments (thank you, I love the feedback. Please keep them coming) about Trubel and her feelings as to the Nick/Adalind relationship in the last chapter that I did want to address. I feel like Nick definitely views Trubel like a little sister (i.e. no romantic interest), but when he rescued her this season in the hospital I got just a small vibe that she might have something like a crush on him, or maybe has stronger feelings. Could be just me. At any rate, I do feel she's very perceptive and protective of Nick and would want to know what, exactly, Adalind's intentions are regarding Nick. And to the other comment about how Trubel noticed their behavior around each other...yup, sometimes you're not as nonchalant as you think you come off. I think their feelings stay unnoticed longer to more people because they're not really together around other people, especially ones they know. This season they haven't really been shown together in a setting outside their loft. At home they might not be as careful with their feelings as they are out in public, and maybe forget where they are and who's with them. Or maybe they just can't hide it any longer.

Anyway, because you all were good, I've decided to post the next chapter (I was going to be mean and wait another day or two).

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It was a nice day in Portland, and Adalind had convinced him to leave the warehouse and accompany her on some errands. He pushed the stroller in front of him, while Adalind chattered on inanely about redecorating their loft into something less "dungeon-y" and he listened patiently before issuing a flat "No" at the end.

"Why?"

"It's too risky, and you know it. We can't risk anyone else knowing where it is and buying a bunch a stuff and having it delivered would do that."

"We could take it up ourselves," Adalind said. "And anyone else besides Trubel. And Meisner, you mean?"

Meisner was a sore subject between them. Ever since he had discovered Meisner's involvement in Juliette's resurrection, his opinion of him was far more conflicted than that of Adalind's who seemed to regard him as a kind of savior, and looked upon him the same adoring eyes to match. The same eyes she sometimes cast upon Nick, he noted sourly, and shoved down the realization he might be jealous to the far reaches of his mind.

"Your attempts to spruce it up are going to have to be limited by what you can carry yourself," he replied, not giving into the temptation to make an off the cuff remark.

She pouted prettily, and Nick faced ahead, not willing to be suckered a second time in one day by that look.

"What else do you have on your list," he asked, slowing to a stop to look over her shoulder at a bullet-pointed list she carried. Three of what appeared to be…12 items had been crossed off already, and Nick rolled his eyes heavenward, that they were already two hours into it, and just barely 25% of the way done.

"This is going to take all day," he complained, and Adalind grinned cheekily. "Not if you stop arguing with me," she replied.

His eyes narrowed. Kelly began fuss, and he rolled the stroller back and forth between them. "Bed linens-non-ugly" he quoted, reading a couple of things off of it. "Sofa?! Well, you can mark that one off your list because there's no way it'll fit in the car, and I'm not helping you haul it upstairs. And we have bed linens."

"Not pretty ones."

"They work."

"They're scratchy," Adalind replied stubbornly. "And ugly. I'm afraid it's damaging Kelly's eyes having to look at them."

Nick pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why did I agree to this?"

"Because you were worried about our safety and you didn't want to miss a chance to share a nice day with your son."

"No, because you suckered me into it with a lot of pouty lips and…and…soulful eyes," he retorted, irritated. He scowled when he saw her bite down a smile.

"Well," she patted his arm, then hooked hers around it and tugged him on. "I think maybe it's important that we don't cast blame," and Nick snorted, but allowed himself to be led on, Kelly quieting as the stroller began moving steadily again. She kept her arm around his, and they managed to walk in companionable silence, looking to all the world like a family enjoying an outing. Nick kept his eyes on his surroundings, looking for threats, while Adalind glanced at the store fronts.

"I mean, look at this as an opportunity," Adalind began. "When else do you have such a nice day off to spend your son?"

"I'm spending it with his mom, shopping, and he's spending it sleeping."

"See, Kelly knows how to relax, don't you kell-bell?"

"I'm hardly relaxed."

"I know." She gave Nick a look.

"I'm sorry, but I can't risk somebody realizing who we are and attacking."

"You would look less out of place if you would act more like a dad and less like a Grimm."

"Act like a dad?" he hissed quietly. "I'm barely figuring out how to be a dad."

"You're doing fine," she said, stopping when he did to face him. "I mean, you think I know what I'm doing."

"At least you have some experience being a mom," he replied, and then wished he hadn't. He hadn't meant to bring up Diana.

"Yeah, some," she admitted, "but I barely had any time with Diana. She was always taken from me. This is the longest I've ever gotten to spend with my baby," she said quietly. "Never got to take her for stroll mid-town or to the park. We were always on the run for our lives when we were together."

"Adalind…" he started, "I'm sorry."

She nodded and looked down at the ground.

"She's okay," he said, hoping that it was true, and Adalind nodded again.

"So," she said after a moment, "that is why we," she linked arms with Nick again, "are going to enjoy a nice day out together as a family."

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Family.

Yes, he supposed that's what they were now. A mom, a dad, a child. A Hexenbiest, a Grimm, and a concoction of the two that had yet to be revealed. He waited next to the escalators, rocking the stroller back and forth, while Adalind worked at marking the bed linens item off her list and pondered what that could mean.

Neither Nick or Adalind had had much in the way of the nuclear family. It would be nice if they could manage to stay together long enough as parents to not screw up their child. He blew the breath out of his cheeks and smiled at a little girl who crept close to peek at Kelly. He watched her watch him as she peered over the edge to see what was inside the stroller before her mother whisked her back to her side with an apologetic look at Nick.

So far, all appearances seemed to indicate Kelly was a normal baby, no obvious abilities or superpowers, other than to clear a room with a single shriek, and to fill his diaper to maximum capacity whenever Adalind left him alone with Nick.

Today was no exception, either. He smiled wryly at his son, who was given to respond more and more favorably to his parents with expressions of his own, and right now the expression on young Kelly's face was one of contentment, and perhaps even smugness.

"What?" Nick asked. "You think because you're little and cute and look like your mom right now I don't know that you plan this every time?" Kelly looked at his stuffed giraffe hooked to the top of his stroller. Nick smiled again, and looked down at his watch.

"You think he looks like me? I think he looks like you." Nick started at the out of breath voice, and found Adalind descending the escalator. His eyes narrowed on the mountain of bags she was clinging to.

"I thought you were just getting sheets. What's all this?"

"They were having a sale," she replied. She moved kelly's diaper bag aside and stuffed a couple of the smaller bags under the stroller. She managed to maneuver another into the mesh pocket at the back of the stroller. She cast around for a solution for her remaining two oversized bags before raising her eyes to Nick's.

"Oh, no." Nick said, and frowned when her bottom lip extended out slightly. "No. Remember what I said. Only what you can carry. Besides, I thought what we had was fine." Adalind huffed out a sigh.

"Well, I guess, I'll just have to carry them," she replied.

"What's in them."

"I told you. Bed linens."

"All of them?!"

"And maybe a couple of other things," she said, cringing at him.

"Let me guess. You used the credit card I gave you."

"You told me to."

"I hope you got everything on your list, because I'm done shopping."

"Oh, Nick—oof!" she uttered as one of the bags she slung over her shoulder made impact. She looked like a hunchbacked pack mule, and Nick watched her take a few stumbling steps before grabbing the stroller and following.

"I still have a little more to get—"

"How?!" Nick said.

"You know what? I think now would be a good time to grab some lunch."

"Adalind—"

"And we could maybe take a few things to the car?" she smiled hopefully, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"Adalind—"

"Just a few more things, I swear." She had the audacity to bat her eyelashes at him. She shook her head abruptly. "Ow, uh, Nick."

Nick sighed. Loudly.

"Um, I've got something in my eyes. Nick. Nick?"

"Give me the bags, Adalind."

She dropped the largest one immediately, and swung the other back around. He hefted them with a grunt, although one was heavier than the other and started walking.

"Wait! Uh, Nick? Where are-"

"I'm taking these to the car."

"So, we'll meet you at the food court?" She called, and he turned and gave her a look of aggravation.

"Okay!" she said. "Food court it is, Kelly."

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She sat at a table near the indoor merry go round, Kelly's stroller facing the carousel as it went round and round. She looked around nervously, waiting for Nick.

"I hope your dad didn't decide to just leave us," she said to Kelly, but the lull of the lights and music must have put him to sleep, because he continued to sleep soundly despite the activity around them.

"No, he didn't decide to just leave you." Nick said, placing a fountain drink and a sandwich on the table and took the seat beside her. "Although he thought heavily about it." He took a sip of his drink. "You needed a new comforter? Really?"

"Yes, Nick. I told you. The old one hurts Kelly's eyes." Nick rolled his.

"Just so you know, I am never going shopping with you and Kelly again. I don't care how much you pout or how many sad looks you send my way."

Adalind grinned, and took a bite of her French fry. "It's not all that bad." Nick glared at her.

"I'm actually remembering that time you threw me through a wall with wistfulness."

"Okay, so maybe it is, but the next place will be much easier. I should be able to get everything I need from there."

"How much longer do you think we'll be."

She shrugged. "I don't know, an hour or so, maybe."

"You've got 30 minutes. And remember, it has to fit in the car, and half of it is filled now with a new comforter and the other with Kelly's things, so decide which one you like more." Adalind frowned. "And I'm not carrying anymore things, so…" Nick held up one of her fries and popped it into his mouth for emphasis.

"Ugh. Fine." Adalind conceded.

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"We did it!"

Nick dropped the bags he was laden down with in the elevator and stepped off. Adalind tilted her head and frowned, setting Kelly down on a blanket on the floor and marching to the elevator to retrieve her things. Nick retrieved a beer from the fridge, twisted off the cap and threw it in the sink.

"Honestly," Adalind said, watching him take a long pull as she lugged her purchases up to the dining table and set them down with a thud.

"It wasn't as bad as you make it out to be."

Nick gave her a dark look and took another drink, as she went back to gather up the rest.

"And Kelly had a great time, didn't you?" she said in a baby voice, and Kelly, the traitor, smiled. Obviously Nick wasn't the only one prone to her charms. Perhaps it was genetic, he mused. The sucker trait passed down from father to son. Made him wonder what other traits he had passed on.

"We all got to spend some time together, that didn't involve having to evade some attempt on one, or all, of our lives. It was a good day."

"If that's your definition of good," Nick said, finishing his beer. Though, truthfully, he couldn't argue with it.

"Thank you, Nick," Adalind said seriously. Nick waved her gratitude away, and wondered if it was too soon to have another beer.

"Really. Thank you for spending some time with us," and he realized Adalind had moved much closer when he turned back to find her next to him. Before he knew what was happening she bounced up on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek.

"Your welcome," he said after a stunned moment, but she had already moved away before his hands could catch up to hold her. She grabbed some of her bags and dragged them into the bedroom. He decided maybe some distance was a wiser course of action, and instead went to play with his son.

Adalind listened quietly as she remade the bed with her purchases, and Nick ignored whatever it was in his chest that made it ache with emotion.

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AN: I love anytime they get the chance to be domestic. They're so cute together, and they really have a good repartee between them.