Adam let his eyes adjust the to morning light before he moved. He didn't want to get up because this was the most perfect morning he had experienced in years and he wanted to make it last. Like everything these days, he took nothing for granted because in the blink of an eye life as you know it could slip through your fingers.

His arm was draped over his son, who was still sleeping peacefully and beside him, so close yet so far away was Kim. Their arms were touching as they both held onto Oliver and it took every ounce of his self control not to reach out take hold of her hand. Briefly, last night or early that morning when she had crawled into bed she had reached out to him and her hand on his hip had set him alight.

She was beautiful when she slept and he had always loved watching her sleep, when he was worked up over a case it calmed his mind. In all those years he was away he would often find himself turning his back on the other person in the bed. Only once had that changed; when he started to stop comparing his girlfriend to the one he'd lost and he regretted how he had left that relationship. He had deliberately sabotaged it by sleeping with her best friend; it was easier because he was scared he was falling in too deep and he wasn't going to do that. Not his finest moment, but then it again it wasn't really him was it? Adam Ruzek wouldn't have done that, hell he didn't even hook up with anyone when she was screwing around with Roman, he just pined for her. Paul Benson, he was a completely different person.

Those memories of watching Kim sleep had dimmed with time but this morning they all came rushing back and crashed over him like waves and no matter how painful it was it was nothing compared to the hell he had endured for the last nine years. This was better than nothing, even if that was all he ever got.

When Kim moved a little their arms were no longer touching so he slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb them. He found his Dad sitting at the kitchen table, like he had every morning Adam could remember. "Ollie still sleeping?"

"He is, and Kim."

Bob leant back in his chair and glanced at his son moving about his kitchen. He still couldn't believe he was standing there, leaning on the counter watching the coffee machine do its thing. Oliver had filled a huge hole in his heart but he had never taken the place of his son. Never in a million years did he expect to have him back. He still had demons, Bob could see them but he was fighting them and Oliver was helping him. That child had always been a blessing; he was on this earth for a reason.

Adam could feel his Dad watching him and knew he had questions. Well one in particular. "Nothing is going on with Kim."

"Are you are okay with that?"

"No, but that is hardly important right now. Kim came in late, only a couple of hours ago. I haven't spoken to her about what that asshole did. I think she just wanted to be with Oliver."

"There has always been something about those two."

Bob would always remember that day. The day she told him that he was going to be a grandfather. There were so many tears, so much pain and heartache and despair but there was also this tiny little sliver of light. Platt had got Adam's parents to at least sit in the same room as each other, how she had managed that Kim never asked.

"I want you to be the first to know. I think you should. Adam and I, we were complicated but we had something so undefinable and we could never really let go of each other." She laid her hands on her still flat stomach. "I am eight weeks pregnant with Adam's baby. He never knew, I didn't know until after he left on that job." She couldn't say the other word; she couldn't admit that he died.

Janet had dissolved into a flood of tears and Bob wasn't far behind her. Kim smiled as they reached for each other's hands. "I want you always to be in this baby's life. This is your grandchild, this is all we have of Adam and I can't do this without you both."

Bob and Janet had never missed a birthday, Christmas, School concert or any other important event in Oliver's life. They lived for this boy.

"Mom." Oliver spoke sleepily and rubbed his eyes. Kim eased hers open and felt a little disappointed to find the other half of the bed empty. How nice would it have been to wake up and have Oliver have both his parents with him?

"Hey Ollie." She pulled him in for a cuddle. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry I wasn't here last night."

"I am. Adam came and got me." He was enjoying being cuddled by his mother right now, he felt safe like he had last night when his Dad stayed with him. "I'm sorry I called him."

"Why?"

Ollie caught the corner of his bottom lip in his teeth. "You told me to call Pops, or Pappy or Al if I was worried and I called Adam."

"It's okay."

"I called him Dad and he didn't say anything and I thought that he didn't like it."

"I am sure he did." Kim knew that he would have loved it and was surprised that he said nothing to Oliver about it but it probably just shocked him. They had never talked about it. He had just assumed that Ollie would call him Adam for now and that it would take a while to change that. He didn't really mind, he just wanted to be in his life at this stage.

"He did, he told me he loved it and that it was all he ever wanted. I think he was a little surprised. Do you think he'd mind if I still call him Dad?"

"I know he won't mind at all but let's talk about that later. What happened last night Ollie?"

"Dad…" he paused. "I mean, not Adam was waiting for me when I got home from practice and he just starting yelling and told me that I had to stay home while he left with Daisy. Is Daisy okay? He left and then all the lights went off and I couldn't even turn the TV on. You said you'd tell him that I would be late. Joey's Dad dropped me off, I didn't do anything wrong." He was sobbing and Kim's heart broke as her anger rose. How could he? Why was he punishing Oliver for all this? In one breath he kept telling her that he wanted to work things out and be a family again and then he pulled this crap.

"I'm sorry Buddy. Daisy is fine; she was at Nan and Pappy's. Let me deal with Dad. I am glad Adam came and got you. I am glad you called him."

"Do you think he's still here?"

"Why don't you go and see."

Kim had to laugh at the way he bounced out of bed. The kid was infatuated with Adam; she couldn't blame him for that. She thought he was pretty damn amazing too and that was starting to become a problem.

"Hi Dad." Ollie stopped suddenly when he saw his Pops too.

"Hey Buddy. You're up. You want some breakfast?" Not that Adam had any idea what he ate for breakfast. It was the first time he had been with him in the morning.

"Sure." He shrugged "I'll get it." Adam had to remind himself that Oliver had spent more time in his Dad's house lately than he had. It hurt a little, that he had no idea about these things. Sometimes he felt like he was kidding himself thinking he could be a father. After spending so many years being nobody to anyone how in the hell could he do this? Kim kept reminding him that he was doing fine.

"Did you talk to your Mom?"

"Yep." Oliver poured himself some cereal and buried his head in the fridge looking for the milk. "She's awake."

While Ollie ate breakfast he made Kim a coffee and took it in for her. He wasn't sure if she was asleep so he left it quietly on the table beside the bed and turned to leave. "Thank you for looking after Ollie last night." Kim's voice was quiet but he could tell that she either was crying or had recently been.

He contemplated sitting on the edge of the bed but that was getting too close to her and after last night he wasn't sure he was ready to go back there yet. "Kim, we need to talk."

"I know."

"Not here, not now. I don't want Ollie to hear."

"Well that sounds ominous." Kim pushed herself up into a sitting position, he took a step towards the bed and reached down for her cup of coffee and handed it to her.

"It's not good Kim."

"Could we talk about how he called you Dad though?"

The smile that lit up Adam's face was one of pure delight. "That was awesome. You've no idea." She'd heard those words before. 'You've no idea.' It was right before he told her that he loved her for the first time. She'd been shot and he was worried about her and when she asked he'd said that quickly followed by 'I love you.' She wasn't getting that now, but she smiled anyway. On one hand because of that memory and on the other because right now he looked so damn happy.

"I'm glad you liked it. It was the first thing he told me this morning." While this was a great conversation he was struggling with the fact that Kim was lying on the bed and he just wanted to kiss her and that was distracting him from the real reason he needed to talk to her. "And last night, you told me and you sounded happy too."

"I wasn't expecting it. I thought that maybe one day he would ask or you would tell him that he could call me Dad, but it just came out." Adam took a risk and sat on the edge of the bed. Kim shuffled back a little and drew up her knees to her chest. "You know he just came out into the kitchen then and said hi Dad. I think this kid is trying to turn me into a blubbering mess."

"He has that way about him. Like father like son."

"Are you saying I make you cry?"

"I've shed a lot of tears over you."

Adam averted his eyes; that hurt. He didn't need to be reminded of how much he'd hurt her, even unwittingly. "Sorry."

Kim leant forward and rested her hand on his arm. "Adam, let's not go there. You still make me cry, but they are not always sad tears. Watching you and Oliver makes me cry, it's beautiful. I am glad he is happy and comfortable enough to call you when he is scared, I love that he always wants to see you and looks out for you at his games. I love that you are there, even when you weren't supposed to be. I love that he called you Dad and I love how happy that has made you. That makes me cry."

Slipping his hand over hers he rubbed the pad of his thumb across her knuckles softly dragging it back and forward while he just watched her face. Kim looked at him for a while before dropping her gaze to his hand and focussing on that. Focussing on how that touch was making her feel. "Mom." Oliver suddenly appeared and Adam pulled his hand away.

"Yes Baby."

"Pops is going to the Hardware Store. Can I go with him?"

"Sure. You've got some clothes?"

"Yep, we packed a bag didn't we Adam." He bit his lip and Kim sensed that Ollie was still confused about calling Adam his Dad. "I mean Dad."

Adam jumped up from the bed. "We sure did." He gave him a fist bump on the way out of the bedroom in search of the bag, which he'd left in the bathroom when he got changed last night and bought it back. "Get changed and I'll tell Pops you'll be out in the minute."

He was still standing by the door and looking confused. "Hey Ollie. It's okay, he's really happy whatever you call him."

"I forgot. I didn't mean it. Will he think I don't want to call him Dad if I sometimes forget?"

"No. Ollie, he won't. Please don't worry. Your Dad loves you, more than anything." Kim grabbed his bag and pulled out some clothes for him, urging him to hurry up and not keep Pops waiting.

Adam was waiting for Kim to finish her phone call. Her phone had rung just as his Dad left with Ollie. He made himself another coffee and sat at the kitchen table waiting.

"So, real talk time." Adam pushed out the seat opposite from him with his foot. "About last night."