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(Nick's POV)

He hadn't regret asking Adalind to dinner. He needed to work this out. Nick was a man of action and resolution, but this situation with Adalind was something in-between. Something neither here nor there, but certainly somewhere. He just didn't know where…He hated this feeling of limbo. He hated not being over Juliette and feeling something for Adalind. There was a lot riding on this dinner. He had to know what he needed by the end of it. No more of this limbo nonsense.

Nick hadn't been out to a restaurant in so long. He couldn't even remember the last time he went out with Juliette for a proper meal. He was used to fast food, carry out, and microwavable food that he forgot about the finer things in life. And speaking of finer things, he couldn't help but think about Adalind. It was obvious she was accustomed to a certain lifestyle. It was intimidating since he was a detective who had a salary to match it and it wasn't like being a Grimm paid the bills. He could afford taking her to a nice restaurant, but not on the daily. However, tonight was different. They both deserved a night off so to speak. A lot had happened in a short span on time, it would be nice for both of them to forget about the reality of it all even if only for a night. He found that he wanted to indulge her tonight. She had been through a lot and he was certain that it wasn't over. It would never be over as long as Diana wasn't with them.

Wait, did he just say them? As in he and her? She and he? Nick and Adalind? Nadalind? Did he just combine their names like some celebrity couple? What was he thinking? This was one of those moments where he wished he had a bad habit to ease his tension like smoking or underlying alcoholic tendencies. He could ask the waitress for a shot of the strongest liquor they had, but he didn't want that. He needed to have actual courage and not just the liquid kind. He needed to be a man. How else was he going to be a good father if he couldn't even do this?

"Hi there! My name is Mary and I will be your waitress tonight. What drink can I get you to start off with?" The waitress asked.

"Just water," he said.

"Would you like to look over the menu or do you know what you would like to order?"

"Actually, forget the water. I'll just wait for my…date."

"I'll leave you to the menu then. If you need anything, just holler." She left him.

He referred to Adalind as his date. Saying his baby momma sounded wildly inappropriate and calling her a friend was an insult so date it was. He looked around the restaurant hoping to catch a glimpse of her walking through the doorway. Instead, he saw a few couples and a family nearby. He didn't know why he fixated on them each, but he did.

He looked at his watch. Time seemed to go by so slowly so he decided to go through every item on the menu. His eyes just glazed over the words. He wasn't particularly hungry at the moment, the irony, and looking at the menu didn't increase his lack of appetite. He knew what he had been hungry for and it wasn't for something on the menu. He wasn't going to give into that. He wasn't that kind of guy. It was just too soon and he couldn't just do that Juliette. He just…couldn't. He already betrayed her while she was alive and to do it after her death would not only be in poor taste, but adding injury to insult.

He really should've let Mary the waitress get that water for him because the moment he saw Adalind, he was overcome with a thirst. He had such a hard time even swallowing his own saliva. The woman was incredibly gorgeous. There was no denying that. She had a different kind of beauty. One he wasn't used to. Where Juliette was a redhead, Adalind was blonde. Where Juliette was upfront, Adalind was scheming. Where Juliette was…What was he doing comparing the two? What did it accomplish?

He tried not to stare at Adalind, but his eyes seem to steal glances whenever they could. He loved the dress she wore. He hadn't expected to love her outfit, but he did. He loved how the black dress hugged her every curve. He loved how this dress emphasized and outlined the ever growing bump that was their child. She was radiant. Being a mother suited her. It wasn't some misogynistic outlook, but she just looked like that was what she was always meant to be, a mother. He wondered if he could say the same…if he could say that he was meant to be a father. Sure he wanted to be one, but that didn't mean he was meant to be one or would be a good one, but Adalind did despite all her shortcomings.

Why was he fiddling with this hands?

"I hope you weren't waiting long," she said smiling brightly. He abruptly stood up. It was the proper and gentlemanly thing to do except he didn't have much grace in doing so since he knocked into the table and his fork and knife fell to the ground. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." As he picked up his utensils, he took one long glance at her legs. By god, they were to die for. What was wrong with him?

"Sit. Eat some bread," he said in such a weird manner. He thought eating food would make this awkwardness go away, but it wouldn't. Why would it? Here shove a piece of bread down your throat Adalind. That will make it easier for me to talk to you if you look ridiculous and can't talk back. He needed to change the subject."You look nice. Here's the menu. I was going to order for you, but I wasn't sure what you liked or what you like to eat during your pregnancy." He wanted to kick himself in the balls. Instead of just telling her how gorgeous she looked, he just said she looked nice. What kind of half ass compliment was that Burkhardt? And that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was the implication he made about his previous relationship with Juliette. That with Juliette, he knew what she liked and that with Adalind he didn't know anything. Sure, it was an innocent mistake, but he needed to stop bringing her up even if it wasn't directly. It probably made Adalind feel uncomfortable. Juliette was the past and Adalind was his future or at least part of it.

AND WHY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DID HE SAY HER PREGNANCY? That was just plain rude of him. He hoped she didn't take offense to that. He didn't mean to separate them like that. Sure he wasn't the one carrying their child, but it was their child. Or maybe he was just overanalyzing everything. He was incredibly nervous. Yeah, that was it.

"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." Why was he blushing? Men don't blush…

"Hi. My name is Mary and I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I get you a drink to start off with?" The waitress asked. He was kind of bummed out that she appeared out of nowhere. He wanted to compliment Adalind again or at least say something that would lead into an actual conversation, but he couldn't now. The moment had passed.

"Just water for us," he answered. He was really trying to get rid of Mary. She was ruining the vibe.

"Oh my, I didn't see that growing bump of yours! Congratulations! You two must be very happy!" Nick focused on Adalind. Could Mary not read the room? Take a hint and leave me with the woman who is carrying my child.

"Thank you. We are very happy," Adalind responded. She grabbed his hand like lovers do. He didn't know if he liked it or not. It took him by surprise. He bit his lip not knowing how to react to her touch. He hadn't known this kind of warmth of hers except when she was pretending to be Juliette. This was…new.

"You two make such a great couple. I'll be back with those waters." She took her hand off his immediately and he realized right then that he did in fact want her touch. He did liked it and he wanted her hand to return to his.

"Thanks," he said. He wouldn't have known what to say to their waitress. He wasn't equipped for these kind of situations. It was funny because as a detective, he knew what to say and what to ask, but here he was at a loss for words.

"For a detective, you're not exactly quick on your feet are you?"

"Unlike some people, I'm not used to lying." It wasn't a jab at her, but it was just a fact. He was used to being honest or at the very least, he knew how to omit the truth to protect those he cared about. He didn't know what drove Adalind other than Diana.

"Someone's grouchy," she mumbled. Did she just roll her eyes at me?

Mary came back with their waters and they ordered food. They ate bread while they waited. Nick didn't say anything and she didn't want to talk either. He upset her. This was not going the way he had hoped. None of this was helping him come to any kind of conclusion. Just then, he saw her head change directions. She was looking directly at him. He wondered what she was thinking.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to get you anything?"

"Oh no, I was just trying to stay hydrated." He saw her eyes shift again, but this time they wandered to a family. He saw her smile in adoration. He couldn't help, but follow suit. He saw her smile slowly fade. What did she see that he didn't? "Are you going to tell me why you asked me to dinner? It's not that your bad company except that you kind of are. I could've been doing other stuff." Well that was a hit below the belt, but understandable. He wasn't much fun to be around and he knew that.

"Like what?"

"Like find a new place to live in. I'll have to make room for this little guy and when Diana comes back, she'll need a room too." He admired her will her find Diana. He was beginning to understand it. He would do anything for his unborn child and he hadn't even met his son yet. "So tell me why we are having dinner."

"I just wanted to talk." And figure out what I want to do about our situation.

"Well you're doing a horrible job of it."

"I'm not sure how to."

"You're not sure how to talk? Usually, you form words and let them come out of your mouth." Could she have been any more snarky? He didn't know why, but she looked defeated and he was obviously the cause of it. He didn't know what to say to make it better. "Sorry. I shouldn't have…Umm…How about we start off with what you wanted to talk about?"

"I just…" He couldn't formulate his words. Why was this so hard for him? He was the one who asked her to come. She didn't have to accept, but she did and it was his job to do more than just pay for dinner. He had to tell her what was going on, but he for some reason couldn't. "I just…I just don't know how we are going to do this."

"Well, we've already done the worst part," she sarcastically said. "Or best…depending on your view." He had to hide his smile. Truth was, that was one of the wildest nights ever. He had missed that intimacy with Juliette and craved it so badly that he needed it fulfilled. Unfortunately, it was Adalind who had delivered, but still, it was something else. Something he can't forget.

"Adalind," he warned. He felt like scolding her, but also taking her on this table. He didn't know what to make of that thought except that he did. He knew exactly what it meant.

"Okay sorry. What about our situation is freaking you out the most?" Oh the fact that I am attracted to you even though I should hate you. "I can't help you if you don't tell me."

"We aren't…" He trailed off.

"Together?"

"Yes. We aren't together."

"That's your fault really. I'm okay with us being a dynamic duo."

"You want to be with me?" He asked in confusion. He wasn't expecting that answer. He hadn't thought beyond dinner and the occasional dirty thought here and there.

"For our son, it only makes sense we should be together." He had to think about this. What she said did make sense. They should be together. They have no reason not to be. Juliette was gone now and Adalind was carrying his child. He didn't want to have to share custody of their son. He wanted to be in his life, not just a part of it and he wanted to be with Adalind…well kind of. He wasn't sure on that part, but as Grimm, he still had enemies and they would surely use his son against him. He had to keep him and Adalind safe especially since she was no longer a hexenbiest. And what better way to do that then for them to live together? "Or at least near each other. I'm thinking of getting a place closer to your house. I think the neighborhood and the school district is nice. Of course I'm thinking far ahead, but Diana is old enough or at least looks old enough to be in elementary—"

"I think you should come live with me." Decision made. He knew what he wanted. He wanted his family under one roof.