Another slightly short chapter. I did try to make it longer. Maybe I will just update again this week to make it up to you guys.
"Quinn is so grounded when we see her," Monroe said as he buckled himself into the passenger seat of Nick's car. The brunette sighed and shoved his head into his hands.
Nick grinned slightly at Monroe's comment and asked, "How do you figure?"
Monroe's hands roughly went through his hair and he sighed deeply. "Look, I did the math once Rosalee told me her suspicions. Quinn was no older than fifteen, right? That means that she's not born until either 2017, or later."
Nick paled visibly, realizing then what Monroe was saying. He swallowed and said, "So, we're going to have more than one?"
"Seems like it," Monroe replied. Shaking his head he said, "You'd think the kid could have warned us that she had siblings."
Nick nodded in agreement. "What are you thinking, no phone privileges for a month? Maybe we take away the TV for a week?" he asked.
Monroe scoffed and shook his head. "For time jumping and then practically giving us false information?" He cried, "No, that's too light a punishment. When I was a kid, if I got myself into trouble, my parents would leave me in the woods for a weeks to fend for myself."
Nick blinked and cleared his throat. Not able to tell if Monroe was serious, the detective said, "Ah, that's maybe too harsh, don't you think?"
Monroe shifted in his seat and said, "Well, we have a few years yet to decide." Nick agreed silently, then turned the key to start the car. The head lights shone brightly in the night on their drive home. They sat quietly with the radio on. When Nick pulled into the driveway, he noticed Monroe had broken into a wide grin. He cleared his throat and asked, "What's up?"
Monroe shook his head and said, "Oh, nothing. Just thinking about what your mother will say the next time she's in town." Nick looked down into his lap with wide eyes. His mother still had huge prejudices against the Wesen community. What would Kelly Burkhardt say about this? Nick was already imagining several scenarios in his head, none of them good.
He then had a thought and looked over at the Blutbad next to him. "Hey," Nick said. "What are your parents going to think of you fraternizing with me?"
Monroe shrugged and said, "Good question. Since they're not reformed, I don't really keep contact with them. I can imagine they would not be to pleased though." Nick noticed that Monroe had unconsciously tensed at the mention of his parents, so he decided not to press the topic any further. He and Monroe got out of the car and headed into the house. Monroe sighed, looking around his living room.
"This sucks," he said. "If we have more than one kid, that means we have to move out. I really like this place too."
Nick watched Monroe walk up the stairs. He looked around Monroe's well lived in home. The detective did some calculations in his head and then checked hi work on paper. He decided to bring up the idea with Monroe tomorrow. He was thinking though, that they wouldn't have to move. Perhaps he and Monroe could just add a room on to the house. With the help of a construction crew of course.