Author's note: You know the drill by now. 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. AND I'M BACK WITH ANOTHER NEW CHAPTER. THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who's been reading this story and all the comments! You guys make me feel ALL FUZZY INSIDE! I absolutely love hearing what you guys have to say. I apologize for any grammar errors. I know there are some, but I really wanted to get something out for you. At some point, I will go back and edit them, but that time is not now! School started back up and I hate it…it's been like 3 days and I already want to quit…Anyways…your FEATURE PRESENTATION… (Oh Italics in this case are past tense and inner thoughts).

(Nick's POV)

This was no mistake on his part. Nick knew what he had asked of her. He knew what he had been doing. And above all, he knew what his intentions were. Creating a bedroom for their son, intentional. Putting his hand on her belly, intentional. Telling her he wanted her to sleep next to her, absolutely intentional. So what was his end game?

He craved intimacy.

At this point, he would settle for any kind whether it was mental or physical. It was just much easier to make physical intimacy happen. They already did the dirty deed and even though he wasn't planning on bedding her in that sense, it wasn't off the table either. He just didn't want to be alone tonight. He felt so distant from her despite their date and he couldn't stand knowing that she was down the hall instead of next to him. He wanted to feel her. He wanted that skin to skin contact and not necessarily sexual. He wanted that comfort.

He had felt his son kick and he took it as a sign of good fortune that even their child wanted them to be together in some capacity. He couldn't describe how he was feeling. He felt his son kick. That was an experience like no other. It was right then when he said aloud, "Do you have a sense of what he's like?" She didn't say anything. Probably still in shock from his earlier statement. "I wonder if he's effervescent like you or maybe he's a fighter like me. Hopefully both." Again, she didn't say anything. She didn't move. He felt her body tense. He wanted to put her to ease. "You know Adalind, I know we haven't discussed boundaries and I'm already crossing them, but I don't know how to act around you. That's not an excuse, just a fact. You can always tell me to stop or back off and I will. I want you to feel comfortable and safe. I want that for the both of you."

"What are you going to do?" Monroe asked. He had stopped by Monroe's place to talk about the predicament he had put himself in. Even though Hank was his best friend, it was awkward (at best) to talk to him about his relationship with Adalind given the past those two shared. He never realized how small the world was. Who he knew and how he knew them spoke volumes. Monroe on the other hand, knew Nick better in some ways than Hank did, which never felt odd given how little they've known each other in comparison. Time was relative he supposed. It made him also think about how much his future was intertwined with Adalind when he barely knew her yet with Juliette, the amount of time they shared made it harder to get past what he knew about her.

"I don't know. I told her to come live with me, but I can't kick Trubel out and I can't volunteer your place or Hank's," he answered. "Adalind wouldn't want to stay with Hank and she wouldn't to impose on you guys though I'm sure Bud wouldn't mind." Bud would do anything for the Grimm.

"I don't think you have to worry about Trubel."

"Why's that? What's happened?" His voice was laced with concern. Trubel always seem to find herself in…well trouble. He wanted to be there for her. He thought of himself as a weird surrogated father, brother hybrid for her. He understood her pain and confusion. The lifestyle of a Grimm wasn't easy, but he had a support system from the beginning. She only recently had one. But even he knew that she had to come to terms with things on her own and she had her own way of dealing with life. She always had. He just had to accept that even if it was hard to swallow.

"She's… fine. She just needs to adjust with Juliette being gone. It's not easy to do what she did especially when it's someone you've grown to know and love." The way Monroe had said that struck Nick as odd, but he chalked it up to his friend not wanting to talk about Juliette. She was still the elephant in the room.

"You're right. What do you think I should do?" He really was in a bind. "I want to do something that shows her that I'm not going anywhere, but I don't know how to show her that without it coming off superficial."

"Turn Trubel's room into the baby's room." It was an easy solution that made sense, but was it enough? "And let her move her stuff into your room."

"I…don't know."

"Listen Nick, I know it's a lot to process. Rosalee put away all of Juliette's belongings in boxes and it's going to be odd to see Adalind's stuff in place when you've been accustomed to Juliette's, but change can be a good thing. You don't have to do it, but I think it's a gesture in the right direction."

"But is it enough?" He asked. He needed his fear to be answered.

"What if you did something that let her know that she's not just the mother of your child?"

"What are you saying?"

"Nick, you know what I'm saying." And he did. Everyone knew and so did he. He had feelings for Adalind even if he couldn't pin point what kind and why, but slowly from his subconscious, they were emerging.

"I know what I need to do, but I need help. I'm not exactly artistic."

"Artistic? What do you have in mind?"

"A family tree mural." He knew how differently they grew up and yet their difference is what brought them together. Adalind had a mother while Nick was raised by Aunt Marie and yet, they craved that which they didn't have: a proper home and family. Nick could give her that. They could have that. Their child would have that.

"Adalind?" He took a step back and broke contact. She hadn't moved or said anything. He had crossed a line. "I'm so sorry. You can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the coach. I didn't mean to upset you."

She did something that he hadn't anticipated, but had wanted. She turned around. She inched towards him to place her hands around his face then brought it down so she could kiss him.