Nick unlocked the door to his home and slipped the keys into his pocket. The cop rested a hand on your shoulder, guiding you inside. As he was now your foster father, it was his responsibility to take care of you. He was mentally making a list of everything you'd need.

"I can set up a room for you or you can pick your own if you'd like?"

He suggested. His brown eyes locked on you warmly. You needed a safe home. Nick intended on providing that safe home.