Author's note: You know the drill by now. I don't own Grimm. Grimm is the property of NBC, and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only. AND I'M BACK WITH ANOTHER NEW CHAPTER. THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who's been reading this story and all the comments! You guys make me feel ALL FUZZY INSIDE! I absolutely love hearing what you guys have to say. I apologize for any grammar errors. I know there are some, but I really wanted to get something out for you. I started watching some of the episodes, but I just had so much fun not doing anything over break that I apologize I haven't had time to update. I don't want to adult…so I had fun being a child…SORRY GUYS! I STILL LOVE YOU…and now, your FEATURE PRESENTATION…

(Adalind's POV)

She couldn't believe her eyes when she came to the house. She hadn't expect anything. She thought they would order food at the most after she unpacked all her stuff, which surprisingly wasn't that much, but this…she never expected to see this.

Nick had blindfolded her and she didn't know what he had in mind. Obviously, he wanted to surprise her with something, but what? Her mind instantly went to sex. She didn't even know why. Their one encounter wasn't meant to repeat itself…but history usually said otherwise. Oh my god, do I want to sleep with Nick again? Yes. She did. It's the hormones. Pregnant women are hornier. Yeah, sure that was it. She couldn't even convince herself properly. She had to address this at some point, but that point wasn't now. Admittedly, Nick guiding her up the staircase made her excited. It only reaffirmed her desires and the strong possibility of sex.

The reveal from her blindfold was something out of a movie. Rosalee and Monroe had done something incredibly heartwarming for her and she felt a tinge of embarrassment. She thought she was in for a wild night when in actuality, she was being led to the bedroom of her child. She felt uncomfortable line of thoughts, but that was immediately replaced with joy when she saw what Rosalee and Monroe did for her son. He had built her son a crib while Rosalee decorated the room. They really loved Nick so much so that they were willing to look past her past discrepancies to be a good friend for Nick and do this for his baby. They were actually happy for him. She had never experienced that let alone witness this kind of pure joy. She liked this feeling of happiness. She could easily see them as godparents to her children.

She found herself lonely in that moment. Besides her dead mother and missing daughter, the only person she could call her own was her unborn son, but Nick had a family. She wasn't sure about his mother's whereabouts or what happened to his father, but he had friends. He had people who cared for him. She didn't have that, but she wanted that for her children and for herself. Could he give that to her? Would that be too much to ask for?

"This is beyond anything I could've imagined. I didn't—" She chocked "I didn't even get to do this for Diana. You don't know how much this means to me." Rosalee was the recipient of a hug. Adalind couldn't help herself. She was rendered speechless. She had to hug Rosalee and by Rosalee hugging her back, she felt accepted in a way. It was ridiculous, but she never had this. She didn't have a friend she could hug or say thank you to. Her mother always showed her tough love and brought her up to believe that everyone was competition. Forget love, there was no room for friendship. "This is beyond perfect. Thank you."

"So you like it then?" Rosalee asked.

"I love it."

"Well good. We were worried our tastes wouldn't match." She was right to worry over that. Adalind did have expensive and quite different taste but that was before she learned to appreciate gestures and people over material objects. "Over here you'll notice a changing table next to the crib. The crib is attached to this chair that becomes a bed. There's also a rocker and a little armoire for all the baby's needs. We also put some spices from the shop to help the baby sleep when he cries. It's safe for the baby and you so don't worry. It's a Fushbau family secret," Rosalee added. They thought of everything and then some.

Her eyes suddenly fixated on the wall in front of her, "Did you make this?"

"Actually Monroe did."

"With Nick's help of course," he said.

"You did? How? And what about Trubel? Where will she stay?" She asked. She couldn't believe Nick made this mural of the Grimm tales on the wall with branches having different Wensen and Nick's interactions with them. This must've taken time. And the detail. She was amazed. Her eyes widened in surprise and her smile grew. This was downright beautiful. It brought her to tears. She couldn't help but trace her fingers over the wall. The imagery was colorful and informative, but she noticed something that just melted her heart. There was a mini family tree in the corner. One that marked the combined history of Adalind and Nick. He did this. The father of their baby did this. She just wasn't sure for whose benefit? The baby or her? She was so conflicted about how this all made her feel. What was Nick to her now? There was no doubt she was physically attracted to him, but this made him become something more. She also didn't know what to call him either other than Nick or her BD aka her Baby Daddy which he was sure he wouldn't like.

"Trubel left, which means the little guy gets the room," Nick said rubbing her belly. It was almost instinctual to him and it caught her off guard. What was he doing? Did he realize how this made her feel? He probably didn't know that this intensified the attraction she had to him and that scared her. What was she going to get out this relationship and set up other than being a vessel that holds his child? She wanted to know what she meant to him or if she was the only one feeling this way, but she was in no position to ask. She, on the other hand, kept circling back to the same question: could they become something?

Nick caught himself and awkwardly coughed while Rosalee and Monroe glanced at each other. She wasn't an idiot. She knew that they were thinking something about that gesture, but she didn't know if it was a negative or positive response. Judging by this room, she thought positive. A smile crept on her face.

"I think we are going to go. You two probably have a lot of do with Adalind moving in," Monroe said. She did have stuff to unpack. Luckily the baby wasn't here so she could put her stuff in his armoire until his birth and the chair was a nice plush material that she felt so relaxed in. She couldn't wait to sleep in this room.

"Thank you guys so much for just everything. I can't thank you enough."

"It was our pleasure. Let us know if you need any help. I'll talk to you later about the baby shower." A baby shower? For me? She didn't know how to respond to that so she didn't. She left it for another time, but the thought of a baby shower did excite her. She didn't have one for Diana. It wasn't something Hexenbiest did. They passed down curses.

Rosalee and Monroe left, which meant the only thing between Adalind and Nick was her every growing bump.

"Nick, I just have no words for how beautiful this is." He smiled and she smiled in response. His smile was contagious.

"I thought that since I'm already an unusual Grimm who writes my own tales, my child wouldn't be any different. He's going to be his own person and have his own adventures, but I want him to grow up in the world where Grimms' aren't savages who kill Wensen on sight. We can coexist."

He crept up behind her and hugged her from behind, rubbing her belly. Her body tensed. It had been a while since someone touched her like this. She didn't even try to hide her excitement. She invited his touch. She gently ran her fingers up and down his arms while swaying her body. Nick followed her movement. "For a bit let's stay like this." And they did. He enjoyed her touch just as much as she enjoyed his. What she enjoyed most about this was how in sync they were. It made her feel like they could do this. They could be together. "Tonight, I want you to sleep in my room. And before you ask, yes I mean next to me."