Author's note: Again, 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. I luckily got some time today and was able to write another chapter! This chapter is a little on the short side because I decided to split the original one into two, but I'm hoping to upload the next one ASAP since I might get some free time tomorrow. Let me know what you guys think! As I said in the first chapter, this is my first story so it's all very new and exciting for me! I'm still learning how to use this website so I apologize for any grammar errors and any edit issues. Another thing, Italics represent inner thoughts. Finally, thank you for everyone who read the first chapter and all the comments! You guys are awesome!

(Nick's POV)

Nick didn't know what possessed him to say such a thing. He made a giant mistake, one he couldn't take back. He couldn't even believe he uttered that word. He was angry at himself. Why would he tell her to stay after everything that has happened? Just because Juliette was gone didn't mean he and Adalind were okay with each other. They were far from it. He only recently realized that he did and said things without thinking about the repercussions, but here he was doing it all over again. Was there no end to his stupidity? He had to mentally slap himself. What happened to think before you speak? Get it together Burkhardt.

His own mouth had betrayed him, taking him by surprise and apparently he wasn't the only one. Adalind too looked completely taken aback, but the corners of her mouth suggested a different impression. She looked humbled by what he had said. He had never seen her look like that before and it made him feel something. Intrigued? Happy? Confused? He wasn't able to hone in on what he was feeling, but one thing was for certain, this was the first time he looked at her and had a positive feeling. There was this new found warmth in his heart towards Adalind. It's because she's the mother of your child. That's all it is. Yes, that had to be it. There was no other explanation for it…

"You want me to stay?" She asked as she slightly tilted her head and scrunched her eyebrows. She wanted clarification. She couldn't believe what he had said. For a second, he didn't say anything. His instinct was to mumble something to cover his ass, but it was too late to. He wasn't that smooth, at least not without Hank. He tried to come up with a reason as to why he thought she should stay. It was the only way he could justify her sleeping in his home. He just didn't want her to leave, which left him perplexed.

He realized the longer time went on and he didn't say anything, the more upset Adalind became. He didn't like seeing that subtle smile turn into a frown. He didn't understand why that was. So he spoke before she could say anything or do something worse like leave, "It's late and you need your rest." He hoped that she bought that reason. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the reason why he wanted her to stay either. He hadn't figured that out yet and frankly, now wasn't the time to. "Bud's gone so your best option is to stay here."

"But where would I stay?" She asked awkwardly looking around the house. That was a question he didn't want to answer and one he was surprised she asked. Hang on. Why didn't she ask me for a ride somewhere? He pushed away the thought and instead focused on answering her. She couldn't sleep with him and she most certainly wasn't welcomed to sleep in his room. That was the room he shared with Juliette. That was their bed. Not his and Adalind's. And it wasn't like he could offer up Trubel's room. For starters, she was probably asleep and secondly, she would give him hell for it. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Trubel on top of everything that he was already feeling. He was becoming agitated. He didn't need a headache. "The couch?" The couch? "I'll need some blankets."

He hadn't expected her to say that. From everything he knew about Adalind, she was a high maintenance from the clothes she wore to the places she stayed at so for her to even suggest the couch and sound relatively okay with it given her pregnant state was different. She's pregnant. You can't just let her sleep on the couch. I could take her to Monroe's, but he's probably asleep. "Nick?"

"Yes?" He was lost in his own thoughts.

"Blankets?"

"You're fine with sleeping on the couch?" He questioned crossing his arms.

"For now, it will do. I've slept on worse."

"You have?"

"Did you forget I was on the run when I had Diana?" No, he hadn't forgotten that. He just never thought to ask about it. He didn't want to hear her woes. He already felt bad for having his mother take Diana away from Adalind even if it was the right thing to do. He, more than anyone, knew how difficult it was to grow up without his parents. He didn't want that for Diana, but his mother was the best option for her and now that option was no longer viable. "We didn't exactly stay at a five star hotel and food was scarce. You slept wherever you could and ate whenever you got the chance."

He couldn't believe he was finding compassion for her. This woman was a monster. She was a Hexenbiest. He couldn't just forget what she did even if she was pregnant with his child. He grudgingly left to get her some blankets. He couldn't understand where his sudden rage was coming from. Was it because he thought of his now dead mother? Or Diana, a child, being in the resistance's hands? Maybe it was because Adalind was staying the night. It had to be a messed up concoction of all three and then some. He needed to sleep, but not until Adalind was tucked in. She probably needs water too. Pregnant women get thirsty at night, right? Better grab a banana too.

"Here. I brought you a water bottle and a banana in case you get hungry at night. You already know where the kitchen is if you want something else." She smiled. He hated that he felt his mouth following suit. He had to fight the urge to smile alongside her. He turned his head and stared at his staircase. He needed to look anywhere, but at her. He waited until she made herself comfortable on the couch. Once she looked like she settled in, he decided to head up to his own bed.

"Wait," she said grabbing his hand. His instinct was to jerk his hand away, which he did slightly, but he didn't remove her hold on him. That was his first mistake. His second was looking at her directly head on. Their eyes locked. "Thank you. I really mean it. I know it's not easy for you, but thank you. Goodnight Nick. Sleep well."

He was wrong. His first mistake wasn't removing the hold she had on him and his second wasn't their eyes being locked. No. His first mistake was asking her to stay and sleep on the couch and his last mistake…his last mistake was not kissing her goodnight.