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Coming Home-Grimm

Rosalee's POV

They said that the first year of marriage was the hardest. That wasn't true for me and Monroe though. At Least, we didn't have any huge fights. We did have to handle those idiots who thought we shouldn't be together. But they were stuck in the past. I loved him and he loved me and he loved me and that was all we cared about.

We had been married for almost two years, and I couldn't have been happier, I was in complete bliss still. Waking up curled into his arms, I snuggled closer to him. Monroe's arms tightened around me, and I smiled into his chest."I know you're awake," I murmured into his skin. He pulled me closer, his head burrowed into my neck and he muttered against my skin, tickling the crook of my neck as he exhaled, "No I'm not. I'm still asleep." I smiled wider and said, "If you were still asleep, could you feel this." I quickly started trailing kisses along his neck.He groaned as I nibbled lightly on his neck, his grip on me flexed and I slipped out of his arms, speeding into the bathroom. I quickly shut the door and stepped into the shower, giggling at his grumblings. I quickly washed up and stepped out of the stall and drying off before I walked into our bedroom and got dressed in a quarter sleeve dirty cream blouse, jeans, and my brown leather, heeled boots.

I clasped the locket that Monroe had gotten me on our first anniversary around my neck. I wandered down stairs, and found Monroe looking at a pictures of Nick that was hanging on the wall. I walked to his side and rubbed his back, "Hey. He's not going to be gone forever. He'll be back soon." We both knew this was a lie to help us cope with the loss of our friend, he might be alive, but the chances were slim. He nodded and went upstairs to take a shower. I wandered into the kitchen, and started cooking breakfast.I usually didn't cook, Monroe was better at it out of the two of us, but he was sad today. I cooked the one breakfast food that I made better than him. Cinnamon pancakes.

I flipped them, and quickly had a stack sitting on a plate. Footsteps echoed in the hall, and I turned my head, throwing a smile at my husband. He smiled back at me when he saw I was cooking. He walked up to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.I snuggled into his chest and finished with the pancake I was making before I made both of our plates and gave him his. We sat in our chairs beside each other, and I quickly finished up. I sped around the house, collecting my things and giving Monroe a lingering kiss before rushing out to my car. I was late to getting to the shop, and I was expecting an important delivery today. I rushed through town, and quickly parked outside the spice shop. I rushed inside, going through the routine of disabling the alarm, filling the cash register, writing somethings on the chalk board by the door, and setting up some stuff.

I then flipped the open sign on the door, and started going through some boxes that had stacked up in the back. I was about halfway through the work, when the bell on the door chimed.I called into the front, "I'll be right with you." A man called back in a slightly familiar voice, though I couldn't place it, "Take your time." I put down the jars in my hand and quickly walked up front. I brushed my hands on my jeans, and walked into the front of the spice shop. I stopped short when I saw who it was. Though their back was facing me, I knew it was him.

The messy black hair, the build, the height.My hand flew to my mouth, and I removed it, moving it to my stomach."Nick?" I whispered. Tears of joy built in my eyes, he was such a good friend, so when he had to leave, naturally Monroe, Hank, Wu, and I were devastated. Adalind was left to take care of their child, a baby girl named Athena who didn't even remember her father. Her big sister Diana had missed Nick greatly after he left, as he had adopted her unofficially and loved her as his own. He said he would only be gone a few weeks, and then weeks turned to months, and months turned into more than a year. We presumed him dead, after we had tried calling him in an endless stream of calls, and he never even sent us a note to ease our worry.The man turned, and it was indeed Nick. A little gruffy, and worn, but still Nick. Then I hugged him hard. I was so glad he was home, he was like a brother to me, and I had missed his so much. I pulled back and slapped him across the face as hard as I could.  He didn't react but to wince, and I said, "How could you leave us like that. We were so worried! Adalind was so upset! Where were you?! How could you put us through that?!"