Lex leaves Alice's house early the next morning, without Hannah. She's just running home to grab her forgotten change of clothes, and to check to see if it was even safe for them to come home. If Dr. Hidgens is still there (assuming he'd come home with their dad at all), Lex isn't gonna get Hannah anywhere near that. She doesn't want to be anywhere near that.

She sees the professor's car in the driveway, and snickers to herself before going inside. It's dead quiet, and Lex tiptoes to her room. She grabs what she needs, and heads back out— freezing when she hears a thud and a groan. Lex doesn't dare move, not until her dad's bedroom door cracks open. She sees her dad peek out, and they both blush as they make eye contact.

Ted steps out into the hall, closing the bedroom door behind him. Lex thanks God that he's wearing pajama pants.

"Not a word," he warns her quietly, and Lex smirks as she mimes zipping her lips. "What are you even doing here? Where's Hannah?"

"She's still at Alice's," Lex whispers. The pair head into the kitchen. "I just came back because I forgot my clothes.. and I wanted to see if I'd been right."

Ted just groans quietly. "Alexandra..."

"I'm sorry, Dad," she says. "I had to. I won't say anything else, I promise."

He hugs her, sighing. She hugs him back briefly.

"I'm heading back, now, so you guys can take your time. Love you!"

She kisses Ted's cheek and hurries back out the front door, ignoring his spluttered protests and wicked blush. Lex drives back to her friend's house, all before Hannah wakes up. Alice is awake, though, and shares a giggle with her when Lex explains what happened.

Hannah wakes up not too long after, and the three watch a movie together. Alice's dad, Bill, makes them some french toast for breakfast.

—

Later that afternoon, when Henry gets home, Peter is fixing a snack in the kitchen. He smirks at Henry, who blushes.

"Your date went well, then?" Peter teases, and Henry nods.

"I'm going to go change," he murmurs, and heads downstairs to his bedroom.

He catches sight of himself in the mirror as he undresses, and blushes again. His skin is littered in bruises and lovebites. The blush fades and he smirks when he remembers that his partner had been just as marked up— if not more— by the time Henry had actually left. He quickly changes into some fresh clothes and heads back upstairs.

Peter's texting someone when he comes back, snickering at whatever the other person has said. He types out a response, and glances up at Henry.

"If you didn't normally wear turtlenecks, I'd think you were trying to hide something," he says, still smirking.

"Perhaps I am," Henry sniffs playfully. "You won't be finding out. Now, why don't we talk about dinner?"

Peter laughs. "Don't go changing the subject— it's not even two o'clock yet. Is there gonna be a second date or what?"

"Yes, there is," Henry allows. "We're going to see a movie tonight, which is why you and I need to talk about dinner."

Peter gapes at him. "Seriously? Already?"

Henry nods, quite pleased with himself. "Yes. Once school starts back up on Monday, we're both going to be quite busy for a while and we agreed we didn't want to wait that long for our second date."

"Wow," Peter says. "Good for you guys! Should I— uh, should I make myself scarce or something?"

Henry hesitates. On the one hand, he'd love for last night to have a repeat performance; but on the other hand, he doesn't want to assume that Ted wants the same thing.

"I'm just gonna make plans to stay over at Ethan's anyway," Peter says carefully, already texting the other boy. He clearly sees the dilemma on Henry's face. "Just in case..."

Henry gives him a grateful smile, and goes to grab himself a snack. Peter munches on his granola bar, watching his father-figure carefully. They eat in silence together.

—

Ethan's hanging out in his room when he gets the text from Peter.

Can I come crash at your place tonight? Henry and Ted's date went really well last night. Lex might have told you Henry stayed the night at her house. Well their second date is tonight, and I want to make this house available in case they decide to... you know. Again.

Ethan snorts. Lex had told him about that, including the second date. He replies to Peter.

Ok dude

Peter's response is quick, too. Just a simple 'thanks'. Ethan double checks with his mom, of course, but she doesn't have a problem with a friend staying the night.

A couple hours later, Dr. Hidgens drops Peter off at Ethan and Beck's door.

"Thanks for letting me stay the night, Mrs. Green," Peter says politely. She waves him off.

"It's no problem, but I don't go by that name anymore," she says. "I went back to my maiden name after my husband left. It's Ms. Armstrong now, but you can call me Beck."

"Right," Peter says. "Beck. Okay. Is that short for Rebecca?"

Mrs. Gr— Ms. A— Beck laughs. "No, it's short for Beckett. Although I did have a roommate in college named Rebecca. That got confusing for a while, but we got used to it."

"My mom's name was Rebecca, that's why I asked," Peter says sheepishly.

"Okay, Mom," Ethan says pointedly. "We're gonna go watch some TV." He drags Peter into the living room, and they sit on opposite ends of the couch. "How about... Brooklyn 99?"

"Sure. I love that show," Peter sighs, slumping on the couch. His backpack, with a change of clothes and his toothbrush inside, sits on the floor at his feet.

They watch a couple episodes before Beck comes back into the room. "What do you want on your pizza, Peter?"

"Um, I'm not that picky," he replies, looking away from the TV to look at her. She's wearing different clothes than she was earlier. Before it had been jeans and a long-sleeve teeshirt. Now she was wearing nurses' scrubs. "Anything but pineapple, anchovies, or green peppers."

"How about just pepperoni and sausage?" Ethan pipes up. "That's what I usually get."

Peter points at him. "That's actually perfect,"

Beck gives them both a thumbs up. "Pepperoni and sausage, got it. Anything to drink? They've got Pepsi products."

"I'll be fine with just water," Peter says swiftly. "I don't drink much else anyway."

"Dr. Pepper for me," Ethan says.

"Okay," Beck hums, tapping on her phone. "Order's in, it'll be here in about 45 minutes. I've got the graveyard shift tonight, so I won't be back until morning. Behave, boys!"

She half-slams the front door shut behind her as she leaves.

"She's a nurse at the hospital," Ethan explains, turning the volume up on the TV as the next episode starts.

"Um... do you mind if I go take my binder off?" Peter asks quietly. "I'm not supposed to wear it for too long." Ethan points him in the direction of the bathroom, so Peter goes to change into his pajamas— some sweatpants, a sports bra, and a baggy teeshirt.

—

As it turns out, Henry wasn't alone in his desire for a repeat of last night's end. He'd picked Ted up this time, after dropping Peter off at Ethan Green's house. After the movie, the pair can hardly keep their hands to themselves long enough for Henry to get them back to his house. Certainly not long enough, once the car was parked, to get from the car to Henry's bedroom. They end up on the couch in the living room instead.

"What is this?" Henry asks, practically growling as he pins Ted down.

"What?" Ted asks breathlessly.

"What are we? Is this— is this casual? Are we going to be serious?" Henry clarifies, not letting the other man up.

"I don't really do casual," Ted admits.

"Thank God; neither do I," Henry groans, and kisses him again.

—

The next morning, Beck arrives home to see her son and his friend asleep on the couch. If it weren't for the empty pizza box on the coffee table, the pajamas both boys were wearing, and the video game controllers in their laps, she would have said they hadn't moved since she'd left the night before.

Shs sighs, and goes to get a shower. When she gets out and dressed and heads back to the kitchen, Peter is up and about. He's cleaning up after himself, putting the pizza box next to the trash can and emptying his glass of now-lukewarm water into the sink.

"Good morning!" She says quietly but cheerfully. Ethan's still asleep on the couch.

Peter looks over to her and smiles. "Thanks again for letting me stay over," he says.

"It's no problem," Beck chuckles. "Ethan and Lex told me what was going on, and I'm always happy to help Lex's dad." She winks. "So... old Professor Hidgens adopted you, then?"

Peter nods. "Yeah. He's pretty cool."

"I had him when I was a student," she sighs. "Everyone had a crush on him back then. Even my roommate, and she didn't even have him. So are you going to be taking his last name?"

Peter shakes his head this time. "No, at least... not yet. I'm gonna stay a Robinson for now."

Beck freezes, remembering what Peter had said last night about his mother. "Your mother's name was... Rebecca Robinson?"

Peter nods again, confused this time.

Beck exhales slowly, then laughs. "She was my roommate, the one I talked about. What a coincidence!"

—

Later that day, Peter's sitting with Henry at the kitchen table when he remembers what Beck had told him.

"So Ethan's mom and my mom were roommates in college," Peter says. "They went to Hatchetfield Community."

"Oh, that's nice," Henry says. "Did you know that before going over?" Peter shakes his head.

"Mom never really talked about her college days," he says quietly. "All I knew is that's where she met my bio dad— my step-dad's the one who died a few years ago."

"I'm so sorry," Henry says, gently taking Peter's hand. Peter shrugs.

"He... he didn't accept me," Peter admits. "He always called me by my deadname, even when I begged him not to. I don't really miss him."

There's a few moments of silence, before Henry asks, "So what did Ethan's mom tell you? I assume you asked her some questions."

"Yeah," Peter says. "Um, first of all, she said she had you— Ethan's mom, not mine. But my mom— and apparently half the campus along with her— had a crush on you."

Henry snorts. "I'm sure that was an exaggeration," he says. "What's Ethan's mom's name?"

"Beckett Armstrong," Peter says. "But she just goes by—"

"Beck," Henry whispers, freezing in place. "Which would make your mother... Rebecca R-Robinson." He swallows harshly.

Peter gets confused again. "Yeah... Beck said she didn't have you. Did you know her?"

Henry nods, eyes wide. "I— we—" His head snaps to Peter, searching his face for something. "When's your birthday?" He asks.

"February 21st, 2002," Peter says, a pit growing in his stomach. Was Henry implying— no. He can't be...

Henry shoves away from the table abruptly, and half-drags Peter down to the lab in the basement.

"I need to be sure," he mutters to himself, bringing out a pair of DNA swabs and giving one to Peter.

Half an hour later, they stare at the results together in shock.

"I'm... I'm actually your father," Henry mumbles. "What are the odds that I adopted my own son by accident?"