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(Adalind's POV)

She hadn't expected Nick to call. She had hoped certainly, but she never thought he would do it on his own accord especially since he ran out the door this morning. Okay so he didn't exactly run out, but he didn't stop on his way out to say hi to her either. Again, she didn't blame him for going straight to the kitchen, but still…it kind of hurt. Sure, she abruptly asked to come over, but he was the one who asked her to stay. Ugh, my brain is all fuzzy. She wondered if it was always going to be like this. If they were always going to be awkward around each other and run away from one another. She didn't want that, but maybe things wouldn't be that way after all. He called her and asked to go to dinner. That meant something, right?

She didn't know why she was freaking out about what to wear. For starters, Nick wouldn't care or notice and yet she needed to keep up appearances, literally, but this baby bump of hers was making this whole process difficult. How was she supposed to look and feel sexy with a baby inside of her? She felt frumpy at best and a whale at worst. Most importantly though, she was sure this wasn't a date. And why would it be? He didn't give her the slightest indication he was interested in her other than when she was Juliette so why was she trying so hard to look good for him? It wasn't like he would even notice. Why did she crave the smallest of compliments? Why did she want his eyes on her? Why did she need him to see her? She didn't understand. Must be the hormones…

He had told her he would meet her at an Italian restaurant. She had never been to it let alone heard of the place, but that was what made it kind of exciting. She was spoiled rotten. There was no way around that. She was accustomed to a certain standard of living and she missed that lifestyle when she was on the run so to be in a different part of town to a restaurant she hadn't been to, gave her perspective. It wasn't like she expected the place to be run down or whatever, but she just didn't know what to expect.

She was incredibly nervous. She didn't get why. He didn't sound upset on the phone and yet she was panicking. She started breathing the way heavily pregnant woman do. She had to mentally slap herself. No need to panic. The worst is over. She was ready to make her presence known when she caught a glimpse of Nick. She forgot to breathe altogether. The site of him was overwhelming.

He was a simple guy. He never wore anything flashy or overwhelming to the senses, but it was in his simple attire she found herself drawn to him. Maybe it was because she was incredibly complicated. That maybe somehow their differences made sense. She didn't know. She couldn't help, but smile when she saw him. It was funny really how nervous he looked. There was something innocent to the way he fiddled with his fingers. It was reminiscent of a first date, but she had to remind herself that this wasn't that.

"I hope you weren't waiting long," she said. He abruptly stood up, colliding with the table causing his utensils to drop. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." She could have sworn that as he picked up his fork and knife, his gaze lingered on her legs for the briefest of moments.

"Sit. Eat some bread," he awkwardly said. Had this been Renard or anyone else really, they would've seated her, but this was Nick and she needed to lower her expectations or not use the past against him. He was trying not to use it against her though it was failing. "You look nice. Here's the menu. I was going to order for you, but I wasn't sure what you liked or what you like to eat during your pregnancy." Now that was an interesting. He complimented her on how she looked and then he tried to deter her from noticing it by giving her the menu, but there was a hint of bitterness in his voice as if he used to order for Juliette. She was slightly jealous. Well tonight was going to be a whirlwind of emotions. He said your pregnancy, not ours. She didn't like that he distanced himself like that, but she had remain calm down because it could've been an accident. It could also be that he doesn't consider the pregnancy a conjoint thing. She was the one carrying their child. As long as he doesn't reject our child…Focus on the fact that he complimented you. He said you looked nice.

"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." She didn't know if she was coming on strong or if it was a nervous tick. Either way, she couldn't take it back not that she wanted to.

"Hi. My name is Mary and I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I get you a drink to start off with?" The waitress asked.

"Just water for us," he answered. She kind of liked how he took charge, but damn how much she would've loved to down Oh how I miss wine. She wished she could just down a rich glass of some red wine. It would definitely ease her nerves or calmness or whatever emotion was going to overcome her during the course of their dinner.

"Oh my, I didn't see that growing bump of yours! Congratulations! You two must be very happy!" Nick looked at her. He didn't know how to respond. He looked like a deer in headlights.

"Thank you. We are very happy," Adalind responded. She grabbed his hand like lovers do. It was impulsive and she was surprised Nick didn't jerk away. He tightened his lips giving the impression he was smiling, but she could tell he felt uncomfortable.

"You two make such a great couple. I'll be back with those waters." She took her hand off his immediately. She didn't want to give him the chance to show his disdain with her touch.

"Thanks," he said. She didn't have to ask him what he meant. She knew he was grateful she covered for them.

"For a detective, you're not exactly quick on your feet are you?" She didn't mean for it to come out that way, but it did and it certainly rubbed him the wrong way.

"Unlike some people, I'm not used to lying." She wanted to ask him why he hadn't corrected the waitress then, but it was a moment she didn't want spoiled for her. She wanted to cherish that even if it was a façade of some kind.

"Someone's grouchy," she mumbled.

The waitress came back with their water and they ordered food. They ate bread while they waited. Nick didn't say anything and she didn't want to talk either. She looked around the restaurant and saw families and couples. It humbled her. Her family was growing with her son on the way, but her love life needed some work. She looked at Nick, well more like gawked at him. He was just down right handsome. She loved his rich dark hair. How she wished to run her fingers through it…or grab it…His eyes were just mesmerizing. They just seem to hold her attention. She didn't even want to go to his lips. She finally understood what the phrase "the thirst is real" mean. She downed a glass of water.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to get you anything?"

"Oh no, I was just trying to stay hydrated." She focused her attention on one family in particular. They had two rowdy boys. She smiled watching them flick food at each other. It was just cute. She wondered if Diana and her son would be like that. She wondered if her and Nick would ever be like those parents someday, looking at their family with such love. It kind of made her sad to think they might not be like that. She didn't even think they would have much of a future beyond this child of theirs. "Are you going to tell me why you asked me to dinner?" She finally asked. "It's not that your bad company except that you kind of are. I could've been doing other stuff."

"Like what?"

"Like find a new place to live in. I'll have to make room for this little guy and when Diana comes back, she'll need a room too." She knew she sounded slightly delusional, but she didn't care. She was going to hold onto that dream no matter what. She needed to. "So tell me why we are having dinner."

"I just wanted to talk."

"Well you're doing a horrible job of it."

"I'm not sure how to."

"You're not sure how to talk? Usually, you form words and let them come out of your mouth."

She didn't mean to sound so snarky, but this wasn't going the way she had hoped. She shouldn't have expected anything, but she did. She expected him to give her something, but this was nothing. He had literally nothing to say and that annoyed her. "Sorry. I shouldn't have…Umm…How about we start off with what you wanted to talk about?" She couldn't properly apologize. She didn't feel fully at fault. He called her here for dinner. She wanted to talk to her and yet he wasn't doing that.

"I just…" He couldn't formulate his words. She was wondering why he was struggling so much. What could be bothering him to this extent? She wanted to caress his hand to comfort him since that's what she would've wanted, but she restrained herself. This was Nick. He need to come to his whatever he wanted to say on his own. She had to be patient, something she wasn't good at. "I just…I just don't know how we are going to do this."

"Well, we've already done the worst part," she sarcastically said. "Or best…depending on your view." And it was in her minds one of the dirtiest and fun deeds she ever did. She couldn't shake that feeling no matter what. Every time she thought of Nick or heard his name, she was reminded of that night. It was intense and also intimate on a level she hadn't experienced.

"Adalind." She liked the way he had a warning tone. It was…sexy? She almost wanted to push his buttons, but not now. Oh god, not now. She didn't need to relive one of the hottest moments of her life in a restaurant.

"Okay sorry. What about our situation is freaking you out the most?" He didn't say anything, which made her upset. "I can't help you if you don't tell me."

"We aren't…" He didn't finish his statement.

"Together?" She couldn't find a better word. Married was horrible. Dating was awful. Together would have to do.

"Yes. We aren't together."

"That's your fault really. I'm okay with us being a dynamic duo."

"You want to be with me?" He asked tilting his head. There was something cute about that notion. It was as if he was intrigued by what she said. Had he not entertained the idea of them together? Or was it that he had and he hadn't expected her to as well? She didn't know, but she wasn't about to show her hand.

"For our son, it only makes sense we should be together." She was purposely ambiguous so he would question what she meant further. She wanted him to think about it. She wanted him to tell her where he was at, what he was feeling. It was the only way she could really gauge the situation. She could be in delusional all she wanted when it came to her children, but not her love life. She felt like she needed some kind of reality check. It was certainly strange and made no sense. "Or at least near each other. I'm thinking of getting a place closer to your house. I think the neighborhood and the school district is nice. Of course I'm thinking far ahead, but Diana is old enough or at least looks old enough to be in elementary—"

"I think you should come live with me."