A/N: Sorry for the delay between chapters! I was sick, buckling down on homework, as well as preparing for my wedding, which happened Friday! I GOT MARRIED, YOU GUYS!

Nines and you had been together for a little over 3 years, that first Christmas shopping date the best first date you'd ever had. But he had been feeling a little down on himself as of late. A serial killer was running around, killing children. There wasn't a target age, as long as they had blonde hair and blue eyes, regardless of the child being human or android.

Many people didn't know this, but Nines was a huge teddy bear. Yeah, he looked scary, but he loved with every circuit and wire in him. He was so kind and he was a huge nerd. He loved Disney and when he made dinner, as he insisted on doing for his beloved, you would catch him humming the songs from many of the movies.

One evening, you received a call from Nines. He was running late, having just been at a crime scene. "Hello, my love." His voice was strained, a slight static quality to it. "I need to ask you something; a child was found at the crime scene. They hid after the killer looked over them."

"Are they ok?" You were immediately on edge. You didn't get to hear much about the case, but you knew enough. "Nines?"

"Hang on, Landon." Nines voice was soft, warm. You'd heard him use that tone with you when you were sad, and with your cat before she passed away. That had hit Nines really hard. "My love, his parents and young sister were… discovered , but CPS cannot find a carer for him—."

You didn't let him finish before you answered. "Yes."

"You don't know—"

"Yes, I do." You stood up from your seat on the couch, moving to the kitchen to start on dinner for yourself and the new addition. "He needs a place where he will be safe. You are the most advanced prototype CyberLife ever created. If he isn't safe in our home, then he is safe no where."

There was a pause before he replied. "OK. We shall be home momentarily. I love you."

"Love you too, Nines." You ended the call, your chest warm. The ' we ' made your heart glow; what would Nines be like as a father? Would he be an active father, play with the child constantly?

You were on autopilot as you got lost in the daydreams you were dreaming up, and made Mac and Cheese with hotdogs. It was something your mom made you as a kid when you'd had a bad day, and you thought that the comfort food would be good for this Landon Nines was bringing home.

Nearly twenty minutes after your call with your boyfriend, he walked in the door, a blue and black gym bag slung over his shoulder and a young man hiding behind him. You were struck by the bright reddish blonde hair and the startling green eyes on the young man. His face was spattered with freckles, making his eyes stand out even further against his tanned skin.

"Hello, my love." Nines smiled at you, but you noticed it didn't reach his eyes. "Landon, this is my girlfriend. She's the lady I was telling you about." He'd turned and squatted down to the boy's level, a soft smile on his face. "I promise you will be safe here."

The boy looked at you, his eyes puffy and red, his nose running. He nodded at Nines, but you could tell he was still scared. "You're Landon, right?" Again, the boy looked at you. "I made dinner," you motioned for him to sit at the dining table. "Do you want to eat?"

The boy nodded, and moved to the table, sitting in the wooden chair. You placed a bowl of the food in front of him with a fork. "Can I have some water?" His voice was barely a whisper, small and thick with unshed tears.

"Of course, sweetie."

As the boy ate, Nines pulled you into the hall, just out of the boy's line of sight. He pulled you into a tight hug, his body shaking slightly. "He's never attacked the parent's before… He's escalating."

You just held him until you both heard soft crying in the kitchen. You let go of Nines and reentered the kitchen, making enough to noise to let Landon know you were there. He quieted, quickly wiping the tears from his face. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head.

"Would you like a hug?"

He leapt from the chair and into your arms, burying his face in your shoulder and letting out heaving wails and soaking your shirt with tears. You held the boy for hours as he cried himself to sleep. Nines held you both, his own emotions all over the place, thinking about how he would feel if his own children were being killed.

You felt him shudder lightly, his arms tightening around you. "What's wrong, hon?"

He shook his head, burying his face in your hair. "Just thinking."

"You'll get him." You knew he wouldn't rest until the killer was dead or in cuffs. "You'll end this."

The next few days saw Landon staying with you two, his emotions settling with your and Nines' presense. You talked Landon into going to a counselor, but only if you were there with him. Just days after the first session, Nines caught the killer. The perp was named Carleson Hines, a truely twisted man.

When CPS came to talk to Landon about what would happen next for him, where he would go, he pleaded to stay with you and NInes. The caseworker was hesitant about it, but you assured her that you were both ok with it, filling out foster papers. When you told Nines, he smiled; he'd confided with you one night that he really liked the boy in the house.

"We should have another one." He smiled down at the eight year old boy in his arms, asleep and peaceful. Tarzan was just reaching the end credits, the songs playing softly in the background.

"Are you sure?"

"If it's you? One hundred percent, my love."