Disclaimer: I do not own The Fosters.

Warning: There will be a little bit of cursing in this chapter, but the entire fic will not be filthy.

And I'd like to thank FreakyGreenEyes123 for encouraging me to post this story back up and for spending her time getting annoyed by me yesterday. Oh! And for helping me with ideas and brainstorming ;)


Chapter 1

Stef's P.O.V

I walk through my back door and I see my wife filling up a basket filled with all different kinds of fruits and all sorts of household appliances. And it's because of this that I can't help but chuckle.

"Babe, what on earth are you doing?" I ask my wife the moment I step through the front door. "You do know that I might have wanted to eat that stuff, don't you?"

Lena smiles and gives me a peck on the lips, but continues to fill the basket with a few more oranges, "We got some new neighbors."

"Really?" I ask with obvious skepticism. "Mr. OReiley finally decided to move in with his son?"

Lena laughs as if I had just said the funniest thing she's ever heard, which I find strange, "No, the Martin's finally decided to get a bigger house."

"So, you've decided to give the newcomers all of our food and let our children starve?" I ask as I take a tangerine from the basket, knowing that Lena would find it off-putting.

"Oh, come on," she whines as she slaps her knee.

But once she sees that I've already started peeling it with my hands, she knows that arguing wouldn't be of any use.

She sighs deeply and continues to arrange the basket, " I just thought that we could go over there and introduce ourselves… You know, since they are new to the neighborhood and everything.

"Uh-huh," I answer nonchalantly. "And you really think they're going to eat all of this healthy stuff?" I ask with an eyebrow raised.

"Well, I'm not sure. But that's why I've also made some chocolate chip cookies, just in case."

She keeps her gaze off of me, as if she already knows what my expression looks like.

"You've made them cookies?"

"Not from scratch," she answers as if that made it better. "I just bought the pre-mixed ones and stuck them in the oven for 15 minutes."

"To pass them as your own?" I smile.

"So it's not the most ideal way to bake cookies, but I thought the gesture would be nice."

"It is," I assure her. "But, hun. You know that we've never done anything like this before."

"That's because we've never had any new neighbors. We were the last people who moved into the neighborhood, and I know how that feels, being the most recent family on the block. And I just—"

I interrupt her to finish her sentence, "…wanted them to feel more welcome. I get it. And you're right." I hand her my peeled tangerine, so that she could stick it back in the basket.

She rolls her eyes, "You might as well eat it now." Lena grabs the container of cookies from on top of the countertop and hands them over to me. "You also might as well carry these over there."

"What? Now?" I ask in disbelief. The last thing I wanted was to have an awkward conversation with some random strangers, less than 10 minutes after I got home from work.

"Yes, now," she answers with persistence.

I let out a deep sigh, before I grab the container from her, "You owe me," I raise my finger to her accusingly.

"I'll bake you some cookies when we get back," she adds with a smile as she begins walking toward the front door.

"Yeah, that's not what I was referring to," I add matter-of-factly as I follow her.

"Oh really?" she asks with sudden interest as she opens the door and glances at me quickly before making her way out.

"Yes, really," I answer as I close the door behind us...

You'll meet Katrina next chapter! Please review and thank you for reading.