Adam looked up from the paperwork he was reviewing as the door opened.

"Hey. You have a nice walk?"

"Yeah. Mostly i just sat. Watching the water."

"I like to do that."

Adam watched out of the corner of his eye as Jordi walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. He pretended to be intrigued by the papers he was looking at, anxious to know Jordi's answer but oddly nervous about knowing it.

"So, I was thinking about what you said earlier." Jordi slid into a seat across the table.

"Good." Adam slipped off his reading glasses and dropped them on the stack of papers.

"Yeah. Where's Dr — Erin?"

"Downstairs, putting away laundry."

"And now upstairs. I thought I heard the door open." Erin smiled as she sat down at the table. "Should have made you put on some sunscreen, your nose is pink."

"yeah. ummm. I was thinking about what you said." Jordi nervously fiddled with the water bottle.

"Good. So what you thinking about it?"

"There's something that might be a problem."

"What's that?"

"It's great you made the offer, but I can't just stay here."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"There's about to be a baby in the house. Babies have to be fed and changed and they cry a lot. And I'd be here for a couple of years so she'll be walking and falling down. I can't be around all of that stuff and not do something."

"So what are you saying? You'd want 'big brother privileges'?"

"Yeah, I guess you could call it that."

Adam looked over at Erin. "We'd need to talk about it. Erin and I."

"Sure. of course." Jordi stood up awkwardly. "I'll just go upstairs. Maybe check my email."

"Okay." Adam nodded. "Oh you'll need the password for the wifi. It's Capital U, Capital R, Capital A, Capital D, small o, small o, small f, small u, small s."

"u r a" Jordi paused. "I'm a doofus?"

"Yeah. Big doofus." Adam smirked.

"I think what Adam is trying to say is what do you think we were saying this morning."

"Jordi. We wanna adopt you."

"You do?"

"You've basically been part of our family since the day you dropped my name in the ER. We wanna make it official."

"Official?"

"If you'll have us. You think you can stand having us for parents?"

"Why not? You can't be any worse than my real ones."

"Ouch." Adam laughed. "But I guess I deserved that."

"Little bit."

Erin looked up as the doorbell rang. "Good thing you said yes." She laughed as she went to open the door."

"Delivery for Erin Grace." The man held out a clipboard.

"Upstairs."

"Erin, you didn't." Adam shook his head. "You promised."

"I promised I wouldn't get anything else for the baby but this is for Jordi. You can't expect him to live out of suitcases for the next two years. He needs a proper closet."

Adam rolled his eyes amused. "Most women nest and want to paint, my girlfriend has an IKEA fetish.

"But you're right."

"Thank you. Now why don't you make Jordi something to eat, it's been hours since breakfast." Erin followed the delivery man upstairs.

"You like grilled cheese?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Cause the panini press is the only cooking I'm really good at."

"Hey." Erin called from above them. "You know what we should do."

"No."

"We should have a party for Jordi."

"A party?"

"Yeah, just a small one. Invite Emma, Leo, Charlie, the others. Just pizza or something."

"I can say no, right?" Jordi whispered.

"Technically yes. But . . ."

"Jordi, what do you think?"

"Sounds like fun."

Adam laughed silently then suddenly paused. "Hey Erin."

"yeah."

"When did you order that stuff?"

"After you called me from Mexico that Jordi's grandmother had died."

"Before you knew Jordi was coming back with me?"

"Yeah."

"What if he'd stayed there?"

"I'd just cancel the order. But I knew he wouldn't."

"You knew he'd come back?"

"Yep."

Adam shook his head, amused.

"Remind me to never play poker again her." Jordi snickered.

"No joke." Adam laughed.

"What are you laughing about?" Erin half leaned over the railing.

"Nothing." The two said at the same time.

Adam leaned against the counter watching Jordi assemble his sandwich. If someone had told him a month ago that he'd been be adopting and orphaned semi former patient, nagging his girlfriend about her obsession with Swedish home goods and preparing to run his first 10K and have his first biological child born, well he'd probably say they were crazy.

But standing there, Adam realized that he was probably the crazy one and crazy felt pretty good. No, it felt great. It felt perfect.