Summary: inspired by a Harry Potter oneshot known as FritzPotter. It turns out that Nick hadn't be practising safe sex well enough as the social services hand him his many new children.

Pairings: Nick/anything female

There was a knock on the door that he promptly ignored since Reese was already running to answer it. Reading his magazine, Nick ignored the murmured voices until Reese called out his name.

Down in the hallway was a well trimmed mid-forties woman with a hand (wedding ring, damn!) on a young boy's shoulder. He was no older than 10 and had dark curly hair and dark sad eyes.

"Mr Sorrentino?"

"Yes?"

"I'm Natalie Dunwoody from the social services. This young boy here is Nico Jameson, we believe, from the mother's claims, that he is your son"

Nick looked at the boy in alarm and shock. He had always been a good practitioner of birth control. If his latest girl hasn't got any sort of protection, then don't worry because Nick always carried a condom. To have a son...well it can't be true. Can it? The boy definitely looked his and the smell...

...oh crap, definitely underlying werewolf scent.

"Jameson" he said out loud. "Angela Jameson?" he remembered her clearly. Daughter of a Mexican woman and American man, just as dark haired and eyed has he was. She was wealthy in her own right and enjoyed her job as a photographer.

"Yes. She unfortunately been diagnosed with terminal cancer before her death she had named you sole guardian of her son. Is this boy your son?"

"Yeah" Nick said softly.

After a lot of signing paperwork and arranging visits from the social. Nick had sat Nico down and gotten to know him. He was a quiet boy who liked to draw but hated anything to do with hard work. Just like his father then. Nick's own father was surprised but happy to find out he had a grandson, Reese and Noah teased Nick and everything resumed back to normal.

Until Antonio pointed out they'll need to do 'so you're a werewolf' talk very soon.

KAKAKAKAKKAKAKAKA

It was barely a month before Natalie Dunwoody came back. This time she came with a little girl, barely three years old with bright blue eyes that contrasted with her dark hair. No werewolf scent but he had no doubt that she was his daughter.

"Madeline Hopkins" Natalie said looking rather grim, "she was being abused by her mother's new husband. The mother is refusing to leave him and told us that you're the father. Since I'm working on Nico's case I've been assigned to Madeline's as well"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of her" Nick said taking the little girl into his arms. Madeline flinched and looked up fearfully. "There, there baby, Daddy won't hurt you. He'll spoil you rotten and love you loads" he murmured softly. Madeline merely buried her head into his shoulder and clung onto him desperately.

"I sincerely hope you don't have anymore unknown children running around but I won't hold my breath" Natalie said, her face warming up a little. "Nick Sorrentino, you dated a friend of mine before you moved onto her mother. A bit of a womanizer, aren't you?"

"Wouldn't you like to find out?"

"I'm married"

"So?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'll come back to check on Nico and Madeline in a month's time"

Nick looked down at his new daughter, she had now fallen asleep. It'll be difficult to keep the whole werewolf thing a secret since her own brother was one. But it was unfair for her to grow up and watch her family do amazing things she can't do. Hopefully she might be a witch's daughter or something but he wouldn't hold his breath.

A daughter. He loved Kate, his little sort of niece, she was his favourite. Having his own precious little girl to spoil was even better though.

KAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA

"You are a right horn dog, you do know that don't you?" Natalie said before leaving for the very last time. He was to never see her again; the social was satisfied and as far as they knew there was no new child.

However in the past two years Nick had gained seven new sons and five more daughters since Nico and Madeline. Turns out he was either far too drunk during these times or the condom split or something.

"Yes but being a good father makes up for it. Have a good day, Natalie" Nick said cheerfully before shutting the door.

Nico, James, Luke, Peter, Sam, Nick Jr, Vincent, Madeline, Marie, Nicolle, Anna, Sarah all looked up at him hopefully. His father was bouncing the new born baby that lost it's orphaned mother at birth. A girl, they had yet to decide her name.

"Can we play football, Dad?" James asked eagerly.

"Please, please, please, please, please!" the others begged.

The baby started to cry.

Nick closed his eyes and groaned silently to himself.

"Well you did consider being a father and you have no one but yourself to blame for this" Elena teased as Clay distracted the children.

"I can't help being so wanted by the female population!"