No that title was not a mistake

I end up getting home thirty minutes late, after an hour of paperwork to get Peter out of there. He's going to be pissed at school tomorrow. His reaction was priceless, jaw dropped, eyes wide, it was as if he was a schoolgirl learning about the newest gossip from his girlfriends. 

John had to hold him off for a second so he wouldn't jump any of us, it was, in a way, amusing. Now, I've just grown hungry, and could use a nap as well. I've also decided against telling Tobias about this, for fear of him killing Peter, or being overprotective around him at school. 

I kick off my shoes at the door, headed straight for the kitchen. It's already nine, so I wouldn't be surprised if Mom or Caleb are already asleep by now. 

"BumbleBea? Is that you?" Toby's voice echoes from the kitchen. 

"Yeah, I'm home!" I shout back, walking towards him. 

As soon as my nose enters the area, it's filled with an exquisite aroma. 

"What are you cooking now?" I inquire, leaning over the counter. 

He moves some kind of meat around in a pan, "Susan said she was craving some kind of pasta, so I looked up the recipe, and now I'm making it." 

I laugh, watching his actions carefully, "You're such a good man, really." 

Tobias grins, while turning down the heat, "And you're just trying to butter me up, little kiss-ass."

My lips let out an infectious giggle, making him laugh as well. Avoiding the usual questions about work, I help him drain the pasta, and he mixes in the meat and sauce. "Could you bring this to Susan?" He requests, passing me a plate piled with pasta. 

"Sure, then you can make me some of that leftover soup." I respond with a playful wink. 

He smirks, "I'm not a cook, but maybe." 

Once I arrive upstairs, Susan is hungrily devouring an ice cream cone. She looks up to spot me, and melts into gratefulness, "Thank you so much! Did Four make this?" 

I grab a bed tray, and set her food on it, "Yes, he did. Four is an amazing cook." 

She cuts up some of the noodles, to make it easier to eat, and starts chowing down. Susan stops just for a second to add, "You know, I'm so hungry. In the mornings, I am nauseous and can barely get down a piece of an orange, but in the evenings, I'm like an actual pig." 

I laugh, "Well that's how it works, isn't it? Morning sickness or whatever."

She nods, barely stopping a second to glance in my direction. "Thanks Tris, my compliments to the chef." 

I start towards the stairs once more, "No problem, I'l go pass on the message. 

Once I step foot back in the kitchen, my wonderful boyfriend is heating up some leftover soup for my dinner. "You know you didn't actually have to do that, right?" 

Tobias gives me a quick kiss on the forehead, "That doesn't mean I didn't want to. How was work?" 

I stiffen a little, having wanted to avoid this question, but still respond, "Same as always, why do you ask?"

"You just seem a bit stressed, that's all." He answers, not seeming suspicious. 

"We just had a lot to do today, and some of my coworkers were being annoying." 

Tobias stirs the pot, as steam begins to billow from the top, "Do you want to tell me about this annoying coworker?" 

I shake my head, "No, it's fine. I'm more interested in eating dinner and going to bed." 

He laughs, while pulling a bowl from the cabinet, "Well alright then, I'll leave you to it." 

After finishing heating up the soup, he pours it in a bowl and sets it on the island. 

"Thanks Toby, now go to bed. We have school tomorrow."  I order him, then immediately dig into the food.

Tobias heads upstairs for our room, while I eat this delicious leftover soup. We still have another week until Toby can start working out, lifting things, and doing more activities, so he's been cooking for us to make up for not being able to help with anything else. He has a job at Dick's now, just as a cashier until he can start helping with restock and such. I was stubborn about allowing him to start working, being only a week or two post-concussion, but he insisted. Now, Caleb is planning on getting a job at a local restaurant to help pay for Susan's costs, and Mom is working two jobs, in an office, as well as waitressing part time for a little extra money. 

For four teenagers and Mom in the house, we are all bringing in a little something. Whoever uses the cars, Tobias' jeep and Mom's car get used by all five of us, has to fill up the gas when it's empty, and we all get groceries. Caleb and Mom are saving some extra money to begin getting Susan's baby things, once she is later in the pregnancy. Knowing that all of us have something, has been really reassuring for each member of this insane family. 

The fact that I know I have support from Tobias also makes me feel awful that I'm not telling him about Peter, but it would just cause more trouble than we need right now. With that in mind, I wash out my bowl, and head to our bedroom. Toby is fast asleep, snoring softly. I change quickly into some shorts and a sports bra, the room being ridiculously hot, and climb into bed. Being both emotionally, and physically exhausted, it takes mere minutes for my mind to fall into a deep sleep.