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. As promised here's another chapter! I know it's super short, but hopefully it will hold you over until I'm able to get some more time to write more. I'm not sure when that will be since I'll pretty busy this upcoming week. 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's been reading this story and all the comments! You guys are awesome! As for the haters who have been Private Messaging me…Haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate…It's a FICTIONAL STORY, calm down. Maybe ask Rosalee to make you some Tea so you can relax.

(Adalind's POV)

She was incredibly uncomfortable. She knew couches were notorious for their lack of comfort, but come on. How can a couch be divine to sit on, but horrible to sleep on? She didn't understand the contradiction. Couches needed to decide what they were. Nonetheless, it wasn't like she expected Nick to let her sleep in his room, but she thought Trubel would give up her room at the very least. She was wrong. Trubel was fast asleep. She didn't even stay up after she let Adalind in, but she wouldn't have given up her room regardless. She probably hated her, which Adalind couldn't fault her for, but even so this couch sucked. She kept tossing and turning. She was better off at Bud's. Why again did she stay? Why did she suggest the couch? Why was she even here? That was when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach.

"Ow," she hissed.

She didn't know if the baby was kicking or not. Her son felt so much different than Diana did. Her daughter developed at warp speed and was a rager in the womb probably because she was predominately Hexenbiest whereas her son was on the quiet side. Sometimes, she would rub her stomach in hopes of a kick or a response of some kind, but she never got one. It made her slightly lonely, but also happy in a way. She realized that both her children were different. They had their own personalities. They were unique. Her son probably took after Nick. He was reserved like his father. She wondered though if Nick's behavior was in response to her presence or if he really was like that. There were so many things she wondered about him.

She didn't know what she was feeling and she hated that. No, that wasn't true. She knew it was attraction. She wasn't a fool. She just didn't know if it was more than that. Sure, she felt an affinity towards him since she was carrying his baby, but was that all it was? It wasn't like she had been with someone since though she did dabble in the idea of sleeping with Viktor when she found out she was pregnant. However, finding the answer to this question was keeping her up and that annoyed her. She didn't like thinking about it because it meant that she would keep replaying the moments of intimacy they had shared.

She remembered the look in his eyes when he thought she was Juliette. There was this burning desire and a need to make passionate love. No one ever looked at her like that before and she would be lying if she said that it hadn't turned her on. It did, immensely. Despite having her own agenda at the time, she couldn't turn off her own need to fulfill her sexual appetite. And boy did he satisfy her. Even now, she was tightening her grip on the blanket. She was so frustrated in so many ways. This situation was incredibly weird and Nick didn't help make it easier.

She didn't understand what was going on in that brain of his. Maybe he didn't even know. It would explain some of his contradicting behavior if that was the case. No, that wasn't right. He wasn't behaving in a contradicting manner. He was conflicted with how to behave towards her. His instinct was to lash out and do away with her. That was just how things were with Grimms and Hexenbiests. They were enemies, but she messed with the system. She changed the game by not only sleeping with a Grimm, but having his child. She saw how hard it was for him to be around her especially since Juliette was gone. She wished she had her powers for his sake.

She thought maybe if she could become Juliette again then maybe he would be happy. Maybe he would feel like all was right with the world when so many things had gone wrong. He would get the girl of his dreams and finally marry her. He would be starting a family with her. Their future would be bright except that it wasn't. She ruined that. She destroyed that future. Besides, just because she was attracted to him didn't mean he was attracted to her.

"The only silver lining is you," she whispered to her belly. Their son was the only common dominator. She wanted to cry. Why did she care so much about this cop? He was nothing more than a thorn in her side. His mother took her daughter from her. It didn't matter how good their intention was. She was apart from Diana and nothing could fill that void. Nothing. "We'll get your sister back and then everything will be okay. You'll see."

If only she believed her own lies.