I own nothing. Not a single thing. This chapter has a part of a song in it. I do not own that song. Are we clear. Good. Adalind is in the bathtub and Nick gets home early. No smut happens in this chapter.

It had been one of the coldest days on record. The upside was that criminals found it unbearable to venture out and do anything illegal, allowing Nick and Hank to stay at their desks all day and finish any paperwork they had been running behind on and then head home little early.

"You want to grab a drink?" Hank offered. Figuring his partner would want some excuse to avoid any awkwardness at his house.

But, to his surprise, Nick declined.

"I don't think so. Adalind might be needing help with Kelly and getting dinner ready."

"Everything going ok?" Hank asked with genuine curiosity and concern.

"As ok as can be expected. Adalind and I are getting to know each other while taking care of our newborn son. So, you know."

"Are you guys getting along?"

"Turns out, now that we're no longer on opposite sides, we found out we have a lot in common, and can get along pretty well. As strange as that seems."

"Sounds pretty weird to me partner. But, I guess for your son's sake, it's a good thing." Hank offered.

Nick nodded his agreement, said a "See you tomorrow." Then headed out the door and to his home with Adalind and their son.

On the drive there, he couldn't help but think how odd it really was. Not that long ago, he had been hoping for a life with Juliet. Now, that whole dream was gone. Juliet was gone from his life. The woman he once loved with all of his being had changed, chosen to embrace power. She tried to kill his friends. She even wanted to kill his yet to be born child and had burned down the trailer. The trailer that had held his family's legacy.

Then she had a hand in killing his mother.

Whatever life he and Juliet had created together was now nothing but ash and dust.

Nick was starting on a new life now. He had a new dream now.

He knew Hank had tried to offer him an excuse to delay heading home. Knew Hank thought he had been helping. And if Nick had been going to an empty house, he may have taken his partner up on the offer.

But the house wasn't empty. It held his sweet baby boy. Nick really didn't want to delay getting home to his son. And in truth, Nick would admit he wanted to spend some time with Adalind.

Now that she was no longer trying to ruin his life, he found her to be a wonderful person to be around.

Nick chuckled to himself. She probably thought the same thing about him.

He knew they needed to get along for their son's sake. It would be great if they were able to be friends.

A voice deep inside him whispered. A voice that Nick had always listened to before, but in that moment chose to ignore. A voice that came from the primal instincts of a grimm. A voice that always told him the nature of any being he looked at. That voice said that Adalind was bound to become more than just a friend.

There was no point in listening to that voice right now. Too much needed to be learned and too much needed to be done before romance was even considered.

"Besides," Nick told himself. "It's not like Adalind would even be interested in romance right now."

Adalind tested the water of the bath. She figured she had a couple of hours before Nick got home and decided to take away the chill of the day with a soak.

She cradled Kelly against her chest and slid into the tub. Sighing with relief as the hot water soothed away all of her tension.

As she layed in the bath, stroking her fingers over her son's skin, her mind drifted to his father.

Nick had been amazing through everything. He was always there. Whenever she needed him. Sometimes without her even having to ask. SHe hadn't expected him to be so wonderful, which made it all even better.

From the very moment she had told him she was pregnant with his baby, Nick had been her hero.

Protecting her from Juliet.

Finding her a safe place to stay.

Being there when their son was born.

And then ensuring that the three of them moved to a place that was even safer. If not as cozy as a normal house.

But for now, safety was most important. Adalind understood that, and she was beyond grateful to and for Nick. He treated her with kindness and compassion. Made her feel like there was no request or confession that she would make, that he would judge or deny.

It was how she had gotten up the courage to ask him to sleep beside her. She had felt so afraid. And she had felt a little lonely. Vulnerable.

Nick made her feel safe. He made her feel protected. He never made her feel like she was wasting his time, or bothering him.

Again and again Nick showed her he was a good man.

Adalind wished she had seen it before. She had done so much bad for bad men. And she had done it to a truly good man.

She vowed to herself that she would never be that person again. That monster that had caused chaos.

Her children deserved a good mother. Even if she didn't know where her daughter was, Adalind knew she would one day be reunited with Diana. She would have both of her children with her, someday.

Nick deserved the better version of her, too. He deserved to be shown how much she appreciated him.

Right now, that was a little hard to do. Adalind was completely dependent on him. And she would be until she was able to go back to work. She didn't even have powers that could aid him in any of his grimm work. Since they were suppressed for the foreseeable future, until the potion she took to prove it would suppress a hexenbiest powers and therefore suppress Juliet's powers, wore off.

The only thing Adalind had the ability to do for Nick, was to keep his home life as pleasant as possible.

She smiled to herself as a song popped into her head. Sung by Elton John and resung as a sort of lullaby by Ellie Goulding.

Adalind decided that since she was relaxing in the bath anyway, that there was no harm in singing for herself and her son.

She chose the lullaby version of "Your Song".

"It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside.

I'm not one of those who can, easily hide.

I don't have much money, but oh if I did,

I'd buy a big house where, we both could live."

Adalind smiled as she sang, thinking how Nick had bought for them a big and safe house, even without a lot of money.

"And excuse me forgetting, but these things I do

You see I've forgotten if, they're green or their blue.

Anyway the thing is, what I really mean, your's are the sweetest eyes, I've ever seen."

Though Nick's were the sweetest eyes she had ever seen, Adalind would never forget how startling blue they were.

She was so lost in singing, that she never heard the elevator.

Nick emerged into the loft and was greeted by Adalind singing.

He smiled, recognizing the song. When he noticed the bathroom door slightly opened. Nick, making the assumption that Adalind was giving Kelly a bath, walked over and looked inside.

And immediately felt the air leave his lungs.

For a moment, Nick couldn't move. All he could do was stare at the beauty bathing with the infant in the tub.

The greatest artists throughout the centuries couldn't invoke what Nick felt at that moment.

Adalind looked ethereal. Like some mythical nymph or enchantress.

He remembered some of the art classes he had taken in school. So many popular paintings that depicted this very image.

Not one of them made his heart tremble as it did now. Because not one of them was of his child being held by the mother of his child.

Nick slowly stepped back and flead to the fridge to grabbed a beer. He nearly drained it in one breathe, trying to get his thoughts and emotions under control.

Realizing he was standing there with the door open, he figured he would start dinner. Focusing on the food help take his mind off of what Adalind was doing.

By the time she and Kelly had emerged, Nick was back under control and could easily pretend he had just gotten home and hadn't even looked in the bathroom.