Nick sorts through his dresser drawer, he could have sworn he had more clothes than this. His wardrobe seemed to be half the size it use to be.

Walking out to the kitchen, he see's the reason for it.

Well

Reasons.

Three to be exact.

Adalind, Trubel and the newest addition Diana were all wearing his shirts.

So that's where they all got to.

Nick walks over to Adalind, who is making breakfast, puts his arms around her from behind and whispers, "I am starting to think you are trying to hint at something. The way my shirts keep disappearing."

"They're comfortable and they smell like you." Adalind said softly, almost purring from having Nick hold her while wearing his shirt. She leaned back, resting her head on his chest, humming at the feel and scent of Nick all around her.

If Nick had had any doubts about whether Adalind really loved him or not, they were eliminated by the serenity he saw in her face, caused by the attention he was currently showing her.

"Ugh guys, too much." Diana looked at the embracing couple, "You're always hugging and kissing."

Adalind dropped her head and blushed. Nick, however, laughed. "Really, alway hugging and kissing." He gets a mischievous glint in his eyes, starts to creep toward Diana, who knows exactly what game this is, since they play it all the time.

"NOOOOOOO" Diana squeals with laughter as Nick chases her, soon has his arms wrapped around her tight and plants messy kisses all over her face.

Kelly, shouts at his daddy and big sister playing. Diana and Nick go to Kelly and smother kisses all over him. The baby laughs and tries to grab a hold on someone"s hair.

"Alright you guys enough playing. Time to eat." Adalind calls to everyone.

Trubel is the first to sit down. Nick gives her a kiss on the head on his way to sit beside Adalind. He feels a wave of love come over him at the sight of his family at the table. It puts him in a good mood for the rest of the day.

There is just one thing that keeps nagging him.

"You know Rosalie, you are the only woman in my life that doesn't steal my shirts"

"She's also the only woman in your life who doesn't sleep at your place." Monroe inputs.

"True"

Nick had stopped at the spice shop to ask about what the two wesson thought about the details of a case he was working on and had decided to air a little of his minor grievance.

"I take it the newest addition has taken on the same habit as her mother and likes wearing your shirts." Rosalie asks with a smile.

"Yep, and you add Trubel, who likes to stay with us from time to time, I am close to being completely shirtless."

"I doubt Adalind would mind that too much"

"But I think my sort of stepdaughter would be uncomfortable. The poor girl already looks mortified every time she sees her mother and I kiss."

"All kids have that reaction. Just wait until Kelly gets older, I'm sure he will be making those same faces."

"So I'll have two traumatized children to my credit, great"

"You really are a dad now." Monroe chuckled.

"I wonder if all fathers have to deal with the women of the house always stealing clothes"

"I remember feeling so safe and loved whenever I had on one of my father's shirts on" Rosalie gives her husband a loving look. "I feel that way whenever I wear one of Monroe's as well. I think it's the scent, reminding me I have someone who will always be there for me. Wethor I need comfort or protection, there is someone in my life who will provide both."

"Well now I feel guilty for even saying anything." Nick also felt touched. If what Rosalie said applied to what Adalind, Trubel, and Diana were reminded of everytime they wore one of his shirts, it meant they saw him as both a protector and friend. They felt peace from just his scent. That made a man feel good about himself and what he had accomplished in his life. His family knew he would take care of them. Life didn't get better than that. At least not in Nick's opinion.

So he didn't get to wear all his shirts as often, who cares. His family loved him and wanted to be close to him as often as possible. Losing his shirts was no great tragedy in comparison.

When he got home that night he was greeted by a high pitched "Dad" and a body crashing into him with a hug.

"High, Diana" Nick returns the hug and kisses the top of her head. He than moves to Adalind, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her on the lips with much more passion, but not too much, no need to traumatize the young witch.

"We're glad you're home. When we were out today, getting groceries, we saw all theses police cars and heard a lot of sirens go off. We got worried that you would be got up in some trouble and might not make it home tonight." Adalind explained, concern evident in her eyes.

"A bank got held up by five gunmen. Someone had tripped the alarm and the police got there before the robbers got out. Three are in lock up, one is in the hospital and one is in the morgue. No cops were shot at all. Hank and I were there but only afterwards to take down witness statements and be sure everything was as cut and dry as it seemed."

Adalind sighed with relief. She had tried to stay calm for Kelly and Diana, but knew they could sense how upset their mother was.

She knew Nick's job was dangerous. Actually both of his jobs were dangerous. She accepted that. Accepted there might be a night when he wouldn't come home.

The future was never certain.

Her life was proof of how unpredictable it could be.

But she loved Nick. Felt safe with him. Life felt right with him. And she would not trade a single moment. So she accepted the danger and accepted she would always worry.

A life with Nick was worth it.

Adalind reached up and kissed Nick's lips again, just to be sure he was real. And maybe because it was fun getting to kiss Nick anytime she wanted.

They gazed at each other a moment, than Adalind went back to making dinner and Nick picked up his son.

"Oh, before I forget, Trubel had to go to Zurich. She called to tell me because she couldn't reach you and didn't want you worry." Adalind informed Nick.

"I will still worry about her." Nick smiles at her. "Like I always worry about any family member who is not in my sight."

Adalind smiles back at him. But then gives him one more piece of information. "She also said she was taking one of your T-shirts with her."

"Son of a"