I don't own Grimm but I do own Matthew and James Burkhardt.
5. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"
Adalind huffed softly and stared at an old, ripped and wrinkled photograph of Juliette and Matthew that was shoved carelessly in the bottom of an old shoebox. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?" Nick laughs and Adalind sends him a half-hearted glare "Kind of… I mean, Juliette was his mother, I'm not really anything to him." Adalind shrugs and Nick shows Adalind a picture that he taken of a sleeping Adalind and Matthew a few days before, Matthew snuggled against Adalind in Nick's (and now Adalind's) bed, Adalind holding him protectively.
"He loves you, he does. This picture is proof. The picture with Juliette was a professionally done picture, he didn't like her. Yes, she was his mother but he calls you "Mommy." and he didn't call Juliette that, I don't think he called her anything." Nick says and it brings a small smile out on Adalind's pale, pink lips.
6. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"
Nick groans as he wakes up, the sun creeping slowly in the bedroom windows, the soft, even breathing of a person next to him makes him wake up quickly "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" Nick asks, his voice sounding like gravel which draws a sleepy chuckle from the other person in bed "I think we both know why I'm naked in your bed, Nick." Adalind chuckles sleepily.
Adalind covers herself with the sheet, embarrassed and Nick snorts, laughing silently, Adalind trailing her hand lazily up and down Nick's chest as they laid there, the house was silent and both of the adults were happy about that, Nick's fingers drumming on the pale flesh of Adalind's arm, Adalind yawns and curls against Nick.