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(Nick's POV)

"You want me to live with you?" She asked. It wasn't that she misheard him. Her ears were in working condition. She just couldn't believe he asked that. And he was slightly confused by her reaction. Did she think he wasn't capable of being nice? He was a nice guy…wasn't he? He was the kind of guy that would do anything for the ones he loved, but that didn't make him nice considering his methods…it made him a good guy. "As in you and me under one roof?"

"Yes," Nick answered. It wasn't that she thought he was mean, but rather she couldn't comprehend what he had asked of her. He put her on the spot.

"Isn't that a conflict of interest or something?"

"No?" He wasn't sure why he sounded unsure. This wasn't something work related, but it was something of interest. Did that then make it a conflict of some kind?

"That's so reassuring."

"It's not."

"Can I ask something in that case?" He wondered what was going on in that beautiful mind of hers. She may have been a witch and went about things maniacally, but there was beauty in her madness. Hate the game, not the player, right? And she was beautiful. Only an idiot would say otherwise. He just couldn't bring himself to tell her that. It wasn't the right time even if the place seemed right.

"Anything."

"Why?" She asked. He thought there would be more to that question, but there wasn't. She wanted to understand his motivation behind the crime. She isn't a perp. You can't treat her like some criminal. She's the woman carrying your child. It was a force of habit for him to think like a detective, his livelihood revolved around it, but he couldn't do that if he wanted a normal relationship with her or at the very least a functioning, cordial one. She asked him a question and he needed to answer it like Nick. Not detective Burkhardt. Not Nick the Grimm. Just Nick. Nick Burkhardt.

He had gone through the whys' of why he had asked her to live with him subconsciously, but he had to answer her question in a manner that would make her say yes. He wouldn't take no for an answer and it wasn't like he could just say 'because you're carrying my child and I want to be there for you and the baby'. That sounded a bit possessive and creepy. He wasn't the type of guy to just ask 'why not', pushing it onto her and making it her problem. That wasn't who he was.

"It's in our baby's best interest to be under the same roof." Really Burkhardt? That didn't sound threatening at all.

"Wow, you make it sound so hard to pass it up, but I think I'm going to have to." That was the second time she emphasized the word 'so'. He already decided to take no for an answer and he wasn't going to back down. He just had to be honest with her.

"Please…don't." He grabbed her hands to plead. "I need you to be under the same roof as me."

"Is something…going on?" He knew what she meant. He felt her hands tense, even shake. Her eyes went to her belly. She wanted to know if there was something to be afraid of and in his mind, there was always something or someone out to get him because he was a Grimm. And then it occurred to him, was it even wise for them to be under the same roof? How could he knowingly put his family in danger? He wouldn't always be around to protect them if needed especially if she didn't have her powers anymore. Was he talking himself out of this? Was he regretting what he asked of her? Could he even take it back?

"No, I just…" He didn't know how to answer her. He was trying to level with her and be open about what he wanted, but he couldn't formulate the words. Was his resolve so easily defeated? Was he so effortlessly deterred?

"Okay, we will move in, but we have to talk about living arrangements." She had sensed his apprehension and took charge. He liked that? He wasn't sure, but he could find out if they lived under the same roof…He could find out about a lot of things.

"Living arrangements?"

"Well yeah. I don't expect us to be sleeping in the same bed let alone the same room, but you only have another room, which Trubel has claimed and I cannot sleep on a couch. I need a bed. It is terribly uncomfortable to sleep with. Hello I have a growing belly." In that moment he wanted to ask her what it was like being pregnant. He would never experience pregnancy or at least he didn't think he could, but who knew these days. He didn't even know Wesen existed until recently, but even so he found himself curious and slightly jealous how close Adalind was to their child already. "So how are we going to deal with this?"

In a matter of seconds, she assessed the situation and found the flaws to it. The inner detective in him was proud, but he realized something. She didn't oppose to living with him. Not once did she say it was improbable. Instead, she asked how it was going to be possible. She wanted him to come up with a solution. And he should be the one who do so. He propositioned her in the first place. "I don't want you to think you need to give up your room and take the couch. I don't mean to sound insensitive, but I can't sleep in that room nor will I be subjected to relieving what I did in that room. It haunts me enough as is."

Again, he found himself analyzing her words. She used can't instead of don't. It wasn't that she didn't want to sleep in his room with her, but rather she couldn't. There was something ironic in that. She probably thought she was being insensitive, but she was far from it. Sure, it might've been a bit selfish. When wasn't she? Who would want to sleep in the room that was once full of love that she defiled with her magic? But he saw it another way. He saw it as her not wanting to further ruin what he had with Juliette and that brought him comfort.

Was he…impressed with her? He couldn't quite pin this feeling he had for her at the moment. "You've been silent for a while…Are you rethinking what you asked? It's okay if you are. This is a rather…unusual situation." It was only then did he realize that their hands were no longer touching. She was rubbing her stomach and was radiating with such love. Her smile was contagious. He found the corners of his lips slightly curving upwards.

"No I'm not. If I'm being honest, I am working through how to make the best of our unusual situation. I want you to stay with me. I want to be there for you and our son, but I can't kick Trubel out nor will I. Neither of us refuse to deal with what happened in my room. I just…can't move out and buy a new house either."

"So what are we going to do about this?"

"Whatever you want."

"Really? Whatever I want?"

"That is what I said." She raised her left eyebrow. She couldn't believe him. He didn't understand why, but he had this strange desire to keep her happy.

"You might regret those words. Sure you don't want to rephrase what you just said. I'll let you take it back."

"There's no going back now." There was this twinkle in her eyes. She was beaming after what he said. He made her happy and that made him happy. He liked that warm feeling. It had been a while since he felt it.

"Is there some way we can get permits approved to expand the place? I agree whole-heartedly with what you said and I can't think of another situation that works besides expanding the place. We will have to expand regardless once our son is here and we get Diana back. Might as well start now before the baby comes. You don't want to have renovations when a newborn is around."

"You sound happy."

"Well wouldn't you be if the future started to look bright?"

He allowed himself to imagine a future. A normal future, the one he had always wanted. He could picture it now: his little boy all dirty from playing catch with him while Diana played princesses with Trubel who regretted her decision to do so given the ridiculous amount of makeup she poorly had on and Adalind…she would be watching it all with love in her eyes. He wanted that and she could give it to him. For the first time in what seemed like forever, his future didn't look so grim.