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RATED T - for sexual connotations.

Well aren't you a lucky little bunch? You got three updates in a day!

Not thanks to the reviews though...Not getting them. Grrrr.

Well, here is ANOTHER chapter anyway...

I'm giving you more Nick as a Daddy

AND
I'm giving you some Nick and Jules love

Isn't that what you all have been loving?

Ask...and you might very well receive it!

ENJOY!

He was tired. He hadn't slept since his shift and it was beginning to catch up to him. But, he was just happy to be sitting in his home. As he sat on his couch, he flipped through the channels holding his remote in one hand. He didn't pay much attention to what was on television though. Instead, he stared down at his daughter who was curled up in his arms and on his lap. He knew she was getting tired as soon as he saw her thumb go into her mouth. He also knew she would want her "woobie" soon, too.

Sure enough, Emma stopped sucking her thumb and looked up at her father as he played with strands of her hair.

Without taking her thumb completely out of her mouth she asked him for it.

"Woobie, Daddy?" she mumbled simply.

Nick smiled down at her. He liked hearing her voice. He liked seeing her so sleepy, in his arms, on his couch, in his television room. He liked hearing her ask him to get her Woobie. He didn't realize he was just staring down at her and twirling her hair in his fingers without answering her.

Emma stared back at him and when he didn't respond she asked again, still not removing her thumb from her mouth.

"You know my Woobie is, Daddy?" she asked again.

"Do I know where your Woobie is?" he repeated her.

"You know where is it?" she said again with her big eyes staring back at him.

"No, I don't Em, I don't know where it is," he smiled watching her expressions carefully.

"You get it faw me, Dad? You get my Woobie faw me?" she mumbled in her tiny, little, voice.

Nick smiled at her in awe, just watching her and twirling her hair.

"You hearin me's, Daddy?" she frowned confused as to why he wasn't answering her.

"I am hearing you, Honey, I am, but…" he had his words cut short by the feeling of material hitting him in the head.

"Looking for this?" Jules laughed as she threw their daughter's well worn blanket at Nick and it draped on top of his head.

"Why thank you, Darlin'!" he said smiling.

Nick took the blanket off his head and handed it to Emma who pulled it to her nose and began sucking her thumb again. Twisting a lock of his little girl's hair Nick leaned his head back completely on the couch and looked up at Jules.

"You do know I am lovin' this, right?" he chuckled at her even though she looked upside down to him.

"Of course I do, Cowboy…and I'm loving it too," she laughed as she walked closer to him and petted the top of his head, "Hey, don't you have to work tonight?" she asked not exactly wanting to know the answer.

"Ughhh, yep," he admitted sadly and looked at the silver watch on his wrist. "It's only two o'clock in the afternoon, Darlin', don't make me think about it now, okay?" he grumbled.

Jules leaned over and kissed his upside down forehead, "You look tired," she told him.

Emma looked up from Nick's lap and tried to smile but her eyes slowly closed instead. She was peaceful.

Jules continued her thoughts. "I wish you could get my brother or Greg to cover for you…Sara? Catherine? Anybody?" she hoped.

Nick laughed slightly.

Jules squished up her face. "Not gonna happen, huh?" she said sadly.

"Nopppe," he whispered out.

"Darn….I wanted you to sleep in our bed all night…I wanted to feel you in our bed all night long…" she sighed.

"I'm sorry, Baby, but that ain't gonna happen until about 5 a.m….I'm sorry," he said with his sexy southern drawl. "In fact, I got a John Doe case that I am working on…I'd like to get an identification on the guy for his family…it's sad," he said and pulled his head back the right way and looked down at his sleeping daughter. "Everybody deserves to know where their loved one is, ya know what I mean?" he said concerned about his case.

Jules stroked Nick's head again before walking completely behind the couch and wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning over him.

Nick leaned his head back into her.

Jules kissed his cheek.

"I know where my loved one is…now," she whispered, " and I never want to let him go," she said and hugged him tighter.

Nick smiled and felt her warmth penetrate his heart.

He stood up with Emma in his arms, turned, and laid her back down on the couch. She stirred a bit but Nick stroked her hair and she snuggled deeper into the cushion. Nick pushed the ottoman with his knee next to the couch to ensure she couldn't roll off.

"Cowwwwbbboy? "she asked slowly and suspiciously, "You got up fast…why is that?" she squinted.

Nick walked toward her and around to the back of the couch where she stood.

"What did I tell you in the truck this morning?" he asked her as he placed his hands on her hips.

"What?" she squinted unsure.

"That I always think about you…that I always want to have you in my arms…" he reminded her.

"Yeah? And your point, Cowboy?" she smirked.

"Well, if I am not going to be home tonight to hold you in my arms in our bed, maybe I should take you upstairs and hold you in our bed for a little while now? How does that sound?" he asked as he leaned in and kissed her softly just below her ear.

The feeling of his lips just brushing against her ear and feeling his heated breath on her neck made her heart flutter like a school girl's.

Nick mumbled, "Em just fell asleep…she'll be our for at least an hour or two," he continued to kiss her neck.

Jules rolled her head to the side and he took advantage of the access and sucked her neck slowly.

"Ohh God, Nicky, you never stop do you?" she whispered becoming heated.

Nick lifted his head up from her neck and smirked as he looked at her. He held her hips tightly and raised his eyebrow.

"You think…after being out of your arms for a month? Seriously? You just better get used to this, Darlin'," he laughed, "because I missed you. I missed being with you. Sneaking around in the Bellagio hotel is not what I call being in my house…in my home…in my wife... in my bed," he laughed a little louder but tried to lower it for his daughter's sake.

"You are so crazy," she laughed and took his hand and pulled him into the kitchen, "You don't want to wake her with your big mouth, do you?" she asked smiling.

"Does that mean you want to take advantage of the time...of my offer?" he cocked his eyebrow at her.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to leave her down here? What if she wakes up?" she bit her bottom lip as she wondered.

"She won't! She never does!" he began to lean in toward her and she backed up into the counter smirking.

"You are not quick, Cowboy, I mean, I am normally not complaining, believe me, but…Emma…" she winced and nodded her head toward the T.V. Room.

"Okay, okay, then let's just go upstairs…just take your clothes off and we can just lie in our bed…I miss that bed, so we can just lie there together…I won't touch ya, we don't have to do annnnything!" he tried hard not to smile; very hard.

"Why you dirty liar!" she laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Naw, we don't have to do anything, Darlin'," he chuckled, "C'mon, let me just hold you in my arms…naked. That's all," he ran his hands over her ass as he spoke.

Jules raised her eyebrow knowing he was lying through his teeth.

Nick pulled her hard into his groin and she could feel his hard-on immediately.

"I swear, Nick! You have a problem!" she laughed and threw her head back as he licked her neck seductively.

"Mmmm hmmm, will you help me with it?" he whispered in her ear.

Jules could feel her heart beat faster. She could feel the heat in her own pants now. She could never resist him. All he had to do is whisper in her ear and she was putty in his hands.

"I suppose I could help you out, Cowboy," she pulled her head upright and began to kiss his lips.

Nick let his hands roam her body and they began removing clothing as they walked each other down the hall…up the stairs…and into their bedroom.

Nick was right…

They would take off their clothes.

They would crawl into their bed.

And they would hold each other in their arms.

But as for not "doing anything" in that bed…

…he was dead wrong.