What Derives From Hate?

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** Nick's POV **

After Jennifer's parents caught up on her life, took pictures with the kids, with us, they left back to Hawaii. Nikolova told us that we would have to watch our backs for Black Claw recruits for they had now insinuated themselves into her life. Which, of course, we had to worry ten times more than we had to before because of the kids.

I dont think anyone but the fewer people at the precinct know where she lives. Although, its big and noticeable, Black Claw recruits would think its just another rich persons house. Because, Jennifer is rich in a lot of ways.

When her parents were no where in sight on the road, it started raining. At first, it was just a slight drizzle. But in a few, maybe 15 minutes, it started pouring down rain. It wasnt the regular Pat, Pat, Pat on the window, it was like rain in a hurricane. Jen stood in front of the main window, looking out.

I smiles, standing a few feet behind her. "Babe, you good?" Her shoulders jumped a bit but other than that, she wasnt scared

"Jus thinking, Nicky. That what if we weren't us? Like we weren't Grimms? The things we face everyday damn day didnt exist. We lived a normal life. What if we could have that?" Her hands moved in front of her, a natural coming to her. "None of our loved ones would be de--"

I cut her off. "We wouldnt have met if it weren't for certain people dying." I crossed my arms over my and chest, moving to stand in front of her. "And if we didnt meet, our two beautiful sons wouldn't exist." She smiled brightly as if there were nothing wrong.

"Yeah, I-- uh, guess you're right." For the first time since her labor, she gently placed her hands on my chest, stood on her tippy toes and kissed me gently. The kind of kiss thats a habit. A drug and you want more of it. Good thing I'd married her because I'd be dead from her habit-like kisses. My wife bit my bottom lip, and pulled away. Already I was pining for more. Her eyes lit up and she skittered away to the kitchen. Now, that she wasn't pregnant, I knew what she wanted. Alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. Almost enough to kill you. Close but not dead dead. "Hey, honey! Where's the tequila?!"

"The tequila is in the alcohol cellar." She ran as fast as her legs could take her. They arent small, she's almost 5' 5.5" and her legs are most her height. Five minutes later she came back up with two tequila bottles and one of her expensive wines. "You're really bringing it out."

"Time to. I'm not pregnant, so I can drink. Until I throw up and then I drink more. You can help hold my hair when I throw up or bump into walls. Or fall asleep." She smiled and plopped herself onto the leather couch. As she took the cork from the wine, it popped and hit her eye. She groaned for two seconds before straight drinking. "You should go to work. They need a grimm. And Im on maternity leave. The children can suck my nipples. Yours are useless. Go, babe." She ushered me out the door with a smile, laughing.

** Jen's POV **

Nick left for work so now I had the house to myself. Except for the sleep sucking twins. They were too cute for their own good. How could such cute tiny humans drain so much energy? It had to be impossible, had to. But its not. The children get more attention than I do. It's acceptable, they're babies that need fed, loved, changed and everything a baby needs. Which I would give them. Which is why I wouldn't get too, too drunk. Because its bad for babies to drink milk that's been intertwined with alcohol.

With as much alcohol as I had, I'd have to bottle feed them which I hadn't had a problem with. Bottle feeding is just as great as breast feeding. My parents left a milk pump for me to us just for cases like this. As I pumped both breasts, my phone rang, opting a groan out of me as I answered.