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Adams wasn't ready for this. She had vowed to distance herself from Chase as much as possible. The only time it was completely unavoidable was at work. For the past couple of days she had been doing so well. She had even distanced herself form Samuel because being with Chase and Samuel felt too…good. It was as if they were a family, a mother and father raising their little boy.

But they weren't a family. Samuel was not Adams child and therefore should not have any type of relationship with her, it might confuse him. At least that's how she rationalized it.

Adams rationalized all of this in her head but she was still here. In Chase's apartment. With Chase and Samuel. As much as she tried to rationalize not being here, she knew she had to be here. Chase was growing accustomed to being a father and she knew that these test results could make or break him. She had to be there for him either way.

Samuel's piercing wail pulled her from her thoughts. Chase walked into the room with the screaming baby.

"I thought you were going to feed him," Adams said over Samuel's cries.

"I was," Chase answered. "I made him a bottle but I think it was a little bit too hot for him."

Adams shot up from the couch and immediately grabbed the bottle from Chase's hands. "You're supposed to test it first." She poured a drop on her skin.

"I know that but I was so concerned with getting him fed that I skipped that step."

"Well you were definitely right about it being to hot for him." Adams shifted Samuel from Chase's arms into hers. "Shhh, it's okay Sammy baby. Shhh." She handed the bottle to Chase, "Go put an ice cube into this and shake it up until it's cooled down."

The baby started to quiet down as Adams rocked him in her arms and shushed him. Chase looked at Adams and said, "Thanks," before returning to the kitchen.

Samuel continued to whimper in Adams arms as Chase returned to the room with the cooled down bottle.

"I feel terrible," he said as he passed the bottle to Adams. She began to feed Samuel as Chase went on, "I've just been so distracted by these damn results." He pointed toward the envelope on the coffee table, "Their just sitting there mocking me."

"Then maybe you should open the envelope."

"I can't do it with Samuel here. What if…what if it says I'm not his dad?"

"You have been more of a father to him than he's had in his life so far, he obviously has some kind of connection to you. Even if those results don't reveal what you want them too, he still has a family that cares about him."

"I know." Chase paused for a moment watching Samuel as his eyes began to drift. "It's weird. I never thought about having kids. I mean I did, but not until further along in the future. And now I just can't imagine not having a kid. He's been in my life less than a week and I can't imagine my life without him."

"Yeah, now that I have this vision of you as a father, I can't quite get it out of my head." Adams smiled and looked down at Samuel as she felt the bottle pop out of his mouth. She whispered, "Looks like he's asleep."

"Let's go tuck him in."

Adams carried Samuel into Chase's bedroom and placed him in the crib. She pulled the blanket over his small body and laid a quick kiss on his forehead before whispering, "Sweet dreams Sammy."

"I love watching you with him."

Adams looked up at Chase in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"This maternal instinct that you've got. I love watching it unravel in front of me. You're so good with him."

"Well, I love children and this little guy just gets under my skin."

"I know what you mean. It suits you though."

"What?"

"Motherhood. It really suits you."

Adams smile faltered slightly.

"I didn't mean to offend you or imply anything."

"No. You didn't. I just…I don't know…I guess hearing you say that makes me hopeful that I can be a mother someday. I'd love it to be soon."

"You'll make a great mother."

"I hope so. I've been getting some practice with you."

Adams smiled and walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. She sat down on the couch in front of the coffee table where the results of the paternity test sat.

"Are you calling me a child?" Chase asked amused.

"I was talking about Samuel you big dope."

"Right. Of course." Chase paused for a moment to properly phrase his next sentence. "Maybe you can get lots more experience after I read those test results."

Cocking an eyebrow in confusion, Adams asked, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is maybe you can be like a mother to Samuel. You know, since he lost his biological mother. He's going to need another one."

"Wait. You want me to be Samuel's mother."

Chase took a breath before answering, "Yes."

"That's crazy," Adams stood and began to pace in front of the couch. "I can't replace his mother and I have no relation to him at all. I would have to adopt him. Is that what you want me to do?"

"Something along those lines yes. I would like you to be a legal guardian of him if all goes well."

"That would be…I guess…I don't know. This seems so crazy."

"But it's not."

"So you want us to play mommy and daddy and raise Sam as our son. Not just yours but ours."

"Precisely."

"Then where does that leave us."

Chase walked closer to Adams before asking, "Where do you want it to lead us?"

Adams took a step back. "Am I supposed to live here or did you want to get joint custody or something? Am I just going to see him on the weekends?"

Chase stepped forward. "It wouldn't have to be that way. You could live here or we could move somewhere bigger."

Adams stepped back again until her back hit the wall. "You mean like roommates."

Chase stepped forward successfully cornering Adams. "Yeah," he smiled mischievously, "something like that."

Awareness. That's all that Adams could feel with Chase so close to her. Her body suddenly felt overheated and her skin prickled all over. Her mouth was suddenly dry so she darted out her tongue to moisten her lips and watched Chase's eyes lower as he followed her actions. Warning bells were going off in her head as Chase's eyes darkened and he looked primal. He looked animalistic. He looked…hungry.

"Chase…" Adams said his name in an attempt to calm whatever beast lurked inside him, but it was no use. It was as if he hadn't heard her.

Instead of retreating like he should have done, or taking a step back and snapping out of his stupor, Chase kept his focus on Adams. In one quick motion he did the one thing his entire being was telling him to do. He swooped his head toward Adams' and captured her lips with his own. Adams let out a small squeak of protest during the initial shock of what was happening, but soon she melted into his kiss. She had wanted this for a whiled now, she had longed for it but would never have indulged herself. Yet here she was grabbing Chase's shirt and pulling him forward to press his body against hers.

Chase loved the feel of her soft body beneath his own so he pressed harder into her eliciting a slight whimper from behind her lips. He wanted, no, needed more. He let his tongue dart out to taste her lips and she opened her mouth to let him explore. She couldn't get enough of him as she moaned in approval of what he was doing. His hands trailed around her body and cupped her backside to press her core against his hardness. He surprised himself by groaning in response to the action.

Adams wrapped her arms around Chase's neck and let her fingers run through his hair before moving one hand down the front of his torso. She found the buttons at the front of his shirt and began to struggle to pull them free of the fabric. Chase immediately stilled with a groan before pulling away from the kiss. A slight flush crept up Adams cheeks. Way to go. All he did was kiss you but you had to go and scare him off by treating him like a stripper. You let your horniness get the better of you dammit!

As a war waged in her brain she attempted to remove herself from her spot against the wall. Chase stopped her with his hand under her chin. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes and realized his actions may have made it seem like he was disinterested. He was definitely interested but he actually wanted to fell comfortable at the same time and therefore sex against a wall was not going to happen. Maybe some other time when his muscles weren't so overworked.

He decided to put her at ease with a kiss before saying, "Let's move this to the bedroom."


A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. I had half of it done like two weeks ago but then as an American I was a little bit distracted during Thanksgiving. Not to mention I worked Black Friday and the weekend after. My body was not feeling up to it. Also, because of the holiday season I've been getting more hours at work so I'm pretty tired by the time I get home. It's hard to write when you're exhausted.

I'll do my best to update within the next two weeks but I can't make any promises. I hope this is enough to get you by until then. Since this fic is rated T there will be no smut in this story, sorry. If you want to read smut check out the M rated stuff. I may have written a fic a while back about a certain two people in an office or something *wink* *wink*.

As always thanks for the alerts, favorites, and reviews. I love you all…too soon? Well this is awkward.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Until next time...

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~Renthead015