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seaflowerI don’t own the wonderful Grimm world or its characters. I merely created this work to be enjoyed by its fans. ---Seaflower
Part 4
The candles are not burning properly and I think my blue serving plate might be missing. Why would it be missing? Did I lend it out, that’s unusual?
Wait a minute! I used it to serve my banana zucchini bread at the charity bake off three weeks ago. Mrs. Beckman probably still has it.
Should I go get that from her, NO! WAIT!
It’s 2 o’clock in the morning, I’ll be lucky if she doesn’t take out her two-barrel shotgun and use me for target practice.
I run around my kitchen preparing the second round of blueberry cheesecake. The smell of it has Roddy and Barry panting outside of my kitchen door. Blueberry cheesecake is the perfect food for a Jagerbar and a Reinigen eating together.
The sounds of wrestling interrupts my thoughts.
Maybe not.
Then I hear Nick threatening to give both their pieces to Holly and the heathens quietly return to the couch. I guess wesen cheesecake nights will never resemble the Golden Girls nightly gab sessions. Too bad, cause I would make an awesome Sophia. I ---
I run my hands over my face. I have been in here for ten minutes. Agh.
It doesn’t take that long to get cheesecake. I should go back in there but my feet won’t let me.
Ever since we came home from the gym it has been hard to look at the man while he explained how He and Barry knew each other. Barry looked at the wall, while Nick described the “ill conceived ceremony”. Roddy and I looked at each other and knew Barry’s intentions were probably a bit more dubious than Nick was letting on. I also knew Nick excluded any details that could cause Barry pain in new company.
However, considering Roddy’s “ill conceive transgressions” and my “way-ward youth”, it was hard to get sanctimonious at the blushing blond cub.
When I asked Nick how he became responsible for Barry’s rehab, the cub almost raced to the front door, as if he was scared I would continue the night’s previous activities. I almost pressed the question but the roundness of Nick’s grey eyes and his move to steady Barry’s arm to the table told me I should let it go.
Holly was enjoying Nick’s presence and prevented him from eating his own dessert by curling up with him on the couch. The teenager purring so loudly with happiness, I wonder if she was part Lowen. God knows she had the mane.
Their cuteness almost wiped out my memory of her for the last six weeks, sitting by the window after dinner, waiting for Nick.
Her depressed demeanor did nothing to enamour her Mother with her visits over here.
Thank God, Roddy convinced her, that Holly was depressed because he whipped her ass in another first person shooter.
Six weeks. Six long, frustrating, nerve wrecking weeks.
For the first week and a half, it was a bit lonely but not unusual, Nick’s job did take up a lot of his time but normally he would follow a busy work week with lots of texts messages throughout the day and constant visits later on, when work got lighter.
Coming over for dinner, passing out on the couch. Playing video games with Roddy and singing with Holly when the speech pathologist suggested it as vocal therapy.
Nick sounded like a slightly tone deaf Elvis but Holly didn’t seem to mind. The man certainly had the hips, at least for young Elvis.
I shake my head before getting lost in THAT landmine.
When Nick’s text messages become less frequent and his visits deteriorate by the third week, things around the home became more unbearable for all involved.
Roddy developed a taste for Wagner, to the terror of my sensitive eardrums and temper.
Banning Wagner from the house altogether was not my greatest hour.
Nick still came by during the day but the discussion was all professional and functional about wesen crime and ended with a small inquiry about our well being before he ran out the door.
A little sad. Or so I made myself imagine…
Possibly…
It almost felt like he was a stranger, like Frodo’s reaction to the shire after his great adventure.
Roddy actually came up with the theory that Nick got replace with an alien. I laughed at the suggestion till I determined his scent was authentic and earthly.
I silently jumped for joy when my nasal investigation rejected my fear that Nick’s absence was due to a new lover. The wolf in me denied our mate could even look at another.
But the human in me knew better.
I had no idea if he was Bi and human courtship worked differently than the orderly version of my people.
Fluid, less permanent and not nearly as possessive.
My past relationships with other women died quickly, when my wolf denied their suitability to be our mate. Without the potential of a mate bound, he grew restless in their company.
I drank myself blind when I realize the wolf saw Nick as his mate and would never accept another. I felt like I joined a Monastery order.
I momentarily hated Nick when I realize no one else in my life would ever warm my bed or fill my heart with romantic longing and desire.
After two nights of heavy surreal running and an unintentional trip to Vancouver I washed myself in a ravine and came home. Thankfully, the kids were not permanent fixtures in my home at the time.
Heaven’s preserve me if Holly mate bonds with a normal human.
I told Nick I was needed on a clockmaker emergency. He looked concerned but didn’t press further.
I was content to be his friend, enjoying our dinners and delighted when the kids started to come over.
Everything seemed to work until the coin incident with Farley and the break-up.
Afterward the sweet, lack of self preservation skills demeanor of my baby Grimm was masked by a more quiet and haunted looking man.
I had a nightmare that his Grimm self had overtaken him and the man who valued wesen and human life equally, was becoming more like his ancestors. I woke up rubbing my throat.
All these thoughts and concerns kept me from invading the police headquarters and confronting Nick about his weird behaviour when Holly ran to my house and told Roddy and me about seeing Nick enter a gym and the Jagerbar at his rear.
I have a feeling Holly, lovely impatient Holly decided to stalk the scent of Nick’s car, since his deodorant “supposedly” contain wolfbane as a main ingredient.
That broke all my reservations.
Nick’s response when I gathered him in my arms in the gym gave me hope.
The sweet smell of Nick; peppermint, leather and Grimm.
The feel of Nick’s fingers in my hair.
His head pillowed to my chest.
His heat and his exacerbated heart rate.
Perfectly in tune with my own.
My wolf almost bit him right there when we came to realize that Nick smelled our skin and could smell his growing arousal within the air.
On some level Nick was interested! My mind screamed.
Rationalization made me her bitch for a second.
Nick was just busy helping another wesen with their troubles!
He knew wesen predators did not normally hang out and lived with each other.
Of course he was just nervous, nervous to ask me to admit to Barry into our family---
Then rationalization’s bitch slap made a hardy introduction.
Tension between Nick and I filled the room, since we came home from the gym.
It was so aggravating, I excused myself to get more cheesecake only to have several of my prized pieces of china meet their tragic end in my sink, under the sound of thrashing water and shouts to living room as “damn slippery” to halt curious investigations.
Thank god my mother hated my meatless kitchen and would never find out what happened to her “priceless” presents.
“Could I have really misunderstood all those signs earlier” I whispered to myself.
“Probably not”.
I turned around to see a really sleepy and red face Nick, standing by the table.
“I---umm was just going to---“ I started.
“Don’t worry, Holly already ran home, Barry passed out on the couch and Roddy’s on the floor clutching the ps3 controller. I turned off the TV to not disturb their violence induce slumber.”
“Wait, you guys started to play video games? I was just about to bring seco---“
“Monroe you have been in here for OVER an hour!!!”
“An hour?”
No. That can’t be possible it was just ten minutes, Nick must have hit his head cause—
“Oh my” I whisper.
“Yeah, the kids were torn between coming in here and being disturbed by the sounds of “damn slippery dishes” that seem to hit the bottom of the sink consistently. With an intense amount of force…” Nick sheepishly ran his hands through his silky hair.
“Holly eventually con Barry into taking Roddy on in a round of Call of Duty.”
“Barry does realize that Roddy’s violin training and prodigy level talent, probably means that Roddy has the best eye-hand coordination amongst all of us?” I babbled.
“I don’t think he caught her gleefully smile, as he asserted that no rat could take a bear...” Nick smirked despite his obvious awareness of the awkwardness between us.
“At least Holly can have company on her island of misery.”
Nick smirk disappeared as he discovered the beautiful pattern of my few remaining pieces of fine china with his fingers.
Oh god, I have never felt this awkward and for a giant clockmaker who lived on a fairly quiet street where people raise their eyebrows at the moment of “that guy” whenever friends or family asked questions, looking for my residence, that was saying something.
The wolf in me demanded action and the human was trying to find the words, when my two favourite hands touched both of my shoulders, guiding me to put the cheesecake down.
Luminous grey eyes burrow deeply, when Nick, my conflict baby Grimm said:
“We should talk, you deserve an explanation.”
Part 4
The candles are not burning properly and I think my blue serving plate might be missing. Why would it be missing? Did I lend it out, that’s unusual?
Wait a minute! I used it to serve my banana zucchini bread at the charity bake off three weeks ago. Mrs. Beckman probably still has it.
Should I go get that from her, NO! WAIT!
It’s 2 o’clock in the morning, I’ll be lucky if she doesn’t take out her two-barrel shotgun and use me for target practice.
I run around my kitchen preparing the second round of blueberry cheesecake. The smell of it has Roddy and Barry panting outside of my kitchen door. Blueberry cheesecake is the perfect food for a Jagerbar and a Reinigen eating together.
The sounds of wrestling interrupts my thoughts.
Maybe not.
Then I hear Nick threatening to give both their pieces to Holly and the heathens quietly return to the couch. I guess wesen cheesecake nights will never resemble the Golden Girls nightly gab sessions. Too bad, cause I would make an awesome Sophia. I ---
I run my hands over my face. I have been in here for ten minutes. Agh.
It doesn’t take that long to get cheesecake. I should go back in there but my feet won’t let me.
Ever since we came home from the gym it has been hard to look at the man while he explained how He and Barry knew each other. Barry looked at the wall, while Nick described the “ill conceived ceremony”. Roddy and I looked at each other and knew Barry’s intentions were probably a bit more dubious than Nick was letting on. I also knew Nick excluded any details that could cause Barry pain in new company.
However, considering Roddy’s “ill conceive transgressions” and my “way-ward youth”, it was hard to get sanctimonious at the blushing blond cub.
When I asked Nick how he became responsible for Barry’s rehab, the cub almost raced to the front door, as if he was scared I would continue the night’s previous activities. I almost pressed the question but the roundness of Nick’s grey eyes and his move to steady Barry’s arm to the table told me I should let it go.
Holly was enjoying Nick’s presence and prevented him from eating his own dessert by curling up with him on the couch. The teenager purring so loudly with happiness, I wonder if she was part Lowen. God knows she had the mane.
Their cuteness almost wiped out my memory of her for the last six weeks, sitting by the window after dinner, waiting for Nick.
Her depressed demeanor did nothing to enamour her Mother with her visits over here.
Thank God, Roddy convinced her, that Holly was depressed because he whipped her ass in another first person shooter.
Six weeks. Six long, frustrating, nerve wrecking weeks.
For the first week and a half, it was a bit lonely but not unusual, Nick’s job did take up a lot of his time but normally he would follow a busy work week with lots of texts messages throughout the day and constant visits later on, when work got lighter.
Coming over for dinner, passing out on the couch. Playing video games with Roddy and singing with Holly when the speech pathologist suggested it as vocal therapy.
Nick sounded like a slightly tone deaf Elvis but Holly didn’t seem to mind. The man certainly had the hips, at least for young Elvis.
I shake my head before getting lost in THAT landmine.
When Nick’s text messages become less frequent and his visits deteriorate by the third week, things around the home became more unbearable for all involved.
Roddy developed a taste for Wagner, to the terror of my sensitive eardrums and temper.
Banning Wagner from the house altogether was not my greatest hour.
Nick still came by during the day but the discussion was all professional and functional about wesen crime and ended with a small inquiry about our well being before he ran out the door.
A little sad. Or so I made myself imagine…
Possibly…
It almost felt like he was a stranger, like Frodo’s reaction to the shire after his great adventure.
Roddy actually came up with the theory that Nick got replace with an alien. I laughed at the suggestion till I determined his scent was authentic and earthly.
I silently jumped for joy when my nasal investigation rejected my fear that Nick’s absence was due to a new lover. The wolf in me denied our mate could even look at another.
But the human in me knew better.
I had no idea if he was Bi and human courtship worked differently than the orderly version of my people.
Fluid, less permanent and not nearly as possessive.
My past relationships with other women died quickly, when my wolf denied their suitability to be our mate. Without the potential of a mate bound, he grew restless in their company.
I drank myself blind when I realize the wolf saw Nick as his mate and would never accept another. I felt like I joined a Monastery order.
I momentarily hated Nick when I realize no one else in my life would ever warm my bed or fill my heart with romantic longing and desire.
After two nights of heavy surreal running and an unintentional trip to Vancouver I washed myself in a ravine and came home. Thankfully, the kids were not permanent fixtures in my home at the time.
Heaven’s preserve me if Holly mate bonds with a normal human.
I told Nick I was needed on a clockmaker emergency. He looked concerned but didn’t press further.
I was content to be his friend, enjoying our dinners and delighted when the kids started to come over.
Everything seemed to work until the coin incident with Farley and the break-up.
Afterward the sweet, lack of self preservation skills demeanor of my baby Grimm was masked by a more quiet and haunted looking man.
I had a nightmare that his Grimm self had overtaken him and the man who valued wesen and human life equally, was becoming more like his ancestors. I woke up rubbing my throat.
All these thoughts and concerns kept me from invading the police headquarters and confronting Nick about his weird behaviour when Holly ran to my house and told Roddy and me about seeing Nick enter a gym and the Jagerbar at his rear.
I have a feeling Holly, lovely impatient Holly decided to stalk the scent of Nick’s car, since his deodorant “supposedly” contain wolfbane as a main ingredient.
That broke all my reservations.
Nick’s response when I gathered him in my arms in the gym gave me hope.
The sweet smell of Nick; peppermint, leather and Grimm.
The feel of Nick’s fingers in my hair.
His head pillowed to my chest.
His heat and his exacerbated heart rate.
Perfectly in tune with my own.
My wolf almost bit him right there when we came to realize that Nick smelled our skin and could smell his growing arousal within the air.
On some level Nick was interested! My mind screamed.
Rationalization made me her bitch for a second.
Nick was just busy helping another wesen with their troubles!
He knew wesen predators did not normally hang out and lived with each other.
Of course he was just nervous, nervous to ask me to admit to Barry into our family---
Then rationalization’s bitch slap made a hardy introduction.
Tension between Nick and I filled the room, since we came home from the gym.
It was so aggravating, I excused myself to get more cheesecake only to have several of my prized pieces of china meet their tragic end in my sink, under the sound of thrashing water and shouts to living room as “damn slippery” to halt curious investigations.
Thank god my mother hated my meatless kitchen and would never find out what happened to her “priceless” presents.
“Could I have really misunderstood all those signs earlier” I whispered to myself.
“Probably not”.
I turned around to see a really sleepy and red face Nick, standing by the table.
“I---umm was just going to---“ I started.
“Don’t worry, Holly already ran home, Barry passed out on the couch and Roddy’s on the floor clutching the ps3 controller. I turned off the TV to not disturb their violence induce slumber.”
“Wait, you guys started to play video games? I was just about to bring seco---“
“Monroe you have been in here for OVER an hour!!!”
“An hour?”
No. That can’t be possible it was just ten minutes, Nick must have hit his head cause—
“Oh my” I whisper.
“Yeah, the kids were torn between coming in here and being disturbed by the sounds of “damn slippery dishes” that seem to hit the bottom of the sink consistently. With an intense amount of force…” Nick sheepishly ran his hands through his silky hair.
“Holly eventually con Barry into taking Roddy on in a round of Call of Duty.”
“Barry does realize that Roddy’s violin training and prodigy level talent, probably means that Roddy has the best eye-hand coordination amongst all of us?” I babbled.
“I don’t think he caught her gleefully smile, as he asserted that no rat could take a bear...” Nick smirked despite his obvious awareness of the awkwardness between us.
“At least Holly can have company on her island of misery.”
Nick smirk disappeared as he discovered the beautiful pattern of my few remaining pieces of fine china with his fingers.
Oh god, I have never felt this awkward and for a giant clockmaker who lived on a fairly quiet street where people raise their eyebrows at the moment of “that guy” whenever friends or family asked questions, looking for my residence, that was saying something.
The wolf in me demanded action and the human was trying to find the words, when my two favourite hands touched both of my shoulders, guiding me to put the cheesecake down.
Luminous grey eyes burrow deeply, when Nick, my conflict baby Grimm said:
“We should talk, you deserve an explanation.”
