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He chuckles slightly. "I love you."

"I love you, too. Now let's go watch Epic for the four millionth time."

"We have seen it a lot, haven't we?" he asks, standing.

"Yeah. I could probably speak along with it." I shake my head. "I can't wait until he finds a new 'favorite' movie."

I feel his laughter against my side as we descend the stairs. "Me neither."

Today is the day I go out of town. Tobias has reluctantly agreed to stay with AJ, and I'm packed and ready to go off for almost two weeks with the Yankees. Our first stop is Seattle.

I'm about to start the car when Tobias raps on the window. He has a few bags and AJ with him. I roll down the window. "What the fuck, Tobias?"

"AJ and I are coming." He opens the backseat and helps AJ in, buckling him into the carseat, and then hops into the front with me. "I just checked it with Max."

I put the car into gear and begin to drive. "You may have asked Max, but you didn't talk to me."

His face pales as he realizes he crossed a line. "Sorry."

"I like to keep AJ in as stable an environment as I can, Tobias, and I need your help to do that," I tell him quietly.

"I can still take care of him," Tobias offers weakly.

I huff and drive to the airport, ignoring Tobias' attempts at conversation.

At the airport, I take AJ's passport and bags from Tobias, grab my own, and take AJ's carseat and his hand. Somehow I manage to carry the stuff a few feet. Then Tobias reaches me and takes some of it.

"Tris, don't be irrational. Let me help carry."

I huff, but give him one of AJ's bags (the bigger one) and hand AJ his backpack to wear, which he takes without complaint. He follows me through the airport.

On the place, we have two coach seats and a first class seat. I immediately head back with AJ, buckling his carseat into the middle airplane seat and him into his carseat. I put my earbuds in his ears with the sound machine on, and he falls asleep soon after the plane takes off.

Next to AJ is an old woman knitting. I smile kindly at her.

She smiles back, revealing straight white teeth behind wrinkled lips and a wrinkled face, showing years of life. "Good morning, hon." She has a slight Southern lilt to her voice.

"Good morning." I glance at AJ, making sure he's fully asleep. "My name is Tris. What's your name?"

"Marjorie. Is he your son?" She gestures to AJ with her elbow as she knits what appears to be a blue sweater for a boy about AJ's size out of fine yarn.

"Yes. He'll be quiet, though, I promise," I say quickly.

She smiles. "Well, he's sleeping, so I should hope he'll be quiet."

I smile a bit. "Do you have any kids? Grandkids?"

She nods. "Three kids. Seven grandchildren, so far. One of them is about his age. This sweater is for him."

I look at AJ and take his sweatshirt from my bag, propping his head up with it. "That's wonderful." I smile, thinking of my mother's knitting. "AJ grew out of the sweater my mother knit him for his second birthday last year." I swallow. "She doesn't have much time to knit anymore." Too much time running from Eaton, I think.

Marjorie knits a few stitches together and then continues the row. "Yes, knitting takes a lot of time. But I have that time. I find it both relaxing and productive. You -"

"Tris?" Tobias says, crouching next to my seat.

My head snaps over to look at him. "You shouldn't crouch," I tell him. "And where are your crutches?"

"The doctor said I only had to use them for a week," he argues.

"Yeah, but you did a lot of walking today," I reply. "Go get them."

He huffs and limps toward first class again.

"Your husband?" she asks. "His father?" She, again, gestures to AJ with her elbow.

"His adoptive father," I say. "But not my husband, though he'd like to be." We quiet as he returns with the crutches, which TSA let through after they saw the bandages covering his leg.

He crouches again, and I raise my eyebrow. "I'm only on my good leg," Tobias hurries to say. I nod. "Anyway," he continues, whispering in my ear, "I'm sorry. I should have asked you." Then he pulls back slightly, hope in his eyes.

I kiss him lightly on the lips. "It's okay, Four." I shrug slightly. "Anyway, we need to talk about which school to send him to."

Tobias nods. "When we get to the hotel?"

"Yeah, sure." I loosen my seatbelt and hug Tobias, holding him to me for a second. He places his hands at the small of my back and presses his face into my neck. "Don't leave me, Tobias."

"I'm on the plane, Tris. I can only stand here for so long," he mumbles in the same quiet tone I used.

"I mean in life," I reply. "Don't leave me."

"I won't. Not now, not ever." I feel him smile. "But I would definitely like to marry you."

I chuckle. "I assume you plan to ask again soon?"

He nods. "Yup." Then he stands and uses the crutches to lean on again. "I have to go back up, but I love you."

"You, too," I reply, smiling.

He hobbles up and I sit back and tighten my seatbelt.

Marjorie grunts. "He's Four Eaton."

"Yes."

"Do you come with him as his girlfriend?" She frowns as she knits, and then pauses to count.

"No, I work for the Yankees anyway as a trainer. I'd have to come anyway." I turn the volume up on my phone a little more and plug it in.

"Ah, so there are a lot of Yankees on this plane."

"Yeah. The top ones are in first class, and the rest are in coach." I look around and locate a few. "Any favorites?"

She shrugs. "They're all amazing. I was sorry to hear of Albert Lee's death."

I look down and softly reply, "Yes, that was…sad."

"Did you know him?" She looks up from her knitting for a second and examines my face.

"Yes, I…knew him." I fiddle with AJ's straps for a second.

"But you didn't like him."

"Let's just say he wasn't the victim everyone thought he was," I reply stiffly.

"And Peter Hayes…his suspension. A lot of bad luck for the Yankees this year," she comments, not looking away from my face.

"The team is better off without Peter," I say firmly. "Him getting suspended was by far the best thing that happened to us this year."

She watches my face for another few seconds and then shrugs and goes back to knitting. "That's not necessarily wrong."

Tobias wanders back again. "Do you have my food from the airport?"

I fish around in my bag and pick out his bar, apple, banana, trail mix, and beef jerky, handing them to him along with a bottle of water.

"Thanks, love," he says, kissing my cheek and hobbling back up.

I doze off after he leaves and wake up to AJ tapping me about two hours later. "What's up, bud?" I ask.

"I have to go potty," he whispers. I unbuckle him and help him down the aisle. Suddenly, the plane hits some turbulence, and AJ falls and hits his shoulder on an armrest. I pick him up as he holds his shoulder and fights the tears the fill his eyes and threaten to spill over.

"You're okay, Aje," I whisper, carrying him to the bathroom now.

He buries his face in my sweater as he does start to cry, sobbing softly. I set him down outside the bathroom and pull the sleeve of his blue tee shirt up. I see a bruise forming and kiss his shoulder.

"It's just a little bruise, Aje," I say, kissing it again. "Now go potty. I'll be right here."

He goes into the bathroom, still sniffling. A flight attendant taps my shoulder. "What happened to him?"

"He fell when we hit turbulence," I reply. "He hit his shoulder on an armrest."

"Do you need anything?"

"No, we're fine, thank you," I decline politely. AJ comes out and holds his arms up for me to pick him up. I do, and walk back to the seat. I buckle him in and help him lay his head on the sweatshirt.

Marjorie doesn't speak to me until long after AJ is asleep again. "Is he okay?"

"He's fine, just tired and a little sore," I reply. "Do you have family in Seattle?"

"Yes, that's where some of my grandchildren live." She furrows her brow. "My daughter-in-law Evelyn has two kids, Marcia, who is sixteen, and the surprise, Toby, who is five."

Evelyn. Tobias' mother's name. The woman that ran out when Tobias was nine…and he's twenty five now. Sixteen years.

I realize I've been quiet for a few minutes. "Oh, that's great." I glance at AJ and then look up towards first class, where Tobias is seated. "Do you mind if I leave for a second? I need to speak with Four."

"No, it's fine." She continues to knit as I unbuckle and walk up towards Tobias.

He's sleeping, so I shake him urgently. He snaps awake, a grumpy look on his face. Then he sees the urgent look on my face. "Tris? What's wrong?"

"Tobias…the lady next to AJ has a daughter-in-law named Evelyn." I fix him with a serious look.

He freezes for a second. Then, "Lots of people are named Evelyn."

"Not lots of people with a sixteen year old daughter named Marcia and a five year old son named Toby," I reply softly.

He squeezes his eyes shut. "So what, Tris? She abandoned me with him."

"So I think we should see if it is her, Tobias. Just see." I hesitate. "Tobias, did Marcus get Evelyn pregnant again before she left him?"

Tobias looks me in the eyes. "I know she was pregnant. I also know both of my parents had affairs. I just…I don't know it it was his or not."

I sit on his armrest and stroke his dark hair. "I'll ask her if we can meet Evelyn."

He nods slowly and squeezes my hand. "You have to understand, Tris, if it is, this is going to be hard for me."

I hold his head in my hands. "I know, Tobias."

He bites his lip, and then takes a breath and says, "I have other family in Seattle. My dad's brother's kids. My cousins, I guess. They're my cousins Rob and Sarah. They're married to Andrea and Jimmy, respectively. Rob and Andrea have three biological kids and one they adopted. Sarah and Jimmy have three." Tobias gives me a hopeful look. "I wanted to visit them."

I kiss his head. "Sure, babe." I glance back. "I have to go back. I love you." I tuck my head into his neck for a second to get that smell of Tobias I love so much - baseball.

He chuckles and bears his neck for me to smell. I kiss him and walk back to my seat. AJ is still asleep and Marjorie is still knitting.

"Um, Marjorie?" I say.

She glances up. "Yes, Tris?"

I take a breath. "Well, your, um, daughter-in-law, Evelyn, might be Four's mom. We were wondering if he could, maybe, meet her and see?"

Marjorie gives me a blank look and then nods. "Yes, sure, he can meet her. But…what makes you think Evelyn is his mother?"

"Evelyn left Four and his father - admittedly abusive - when he was nine. Sixteen years ago," I answer.

Marjorie nods. "It may very well be her, then. Marcia isn't my son's biological daughter."

When we get off the plane, I end up having to carry a sleeping AJ in his carseat, along with both his and my carry-on bags. Tobias has his backpack at his shoulders and is using his crutches.

Instead of following the team, we follow Marjorie, who goes to baggage claim. Tobias collects our bags and I wake AJ up. He carries his backpack and wheels his rollaboard as I carry my backpack and AJ's carseat and wheel my rollaboard. Tobias somehow manages to roll his rollaboard and use the crutches; I'm not sure how.

We follow Marjorie to where a man, two kids, and a woman wait. She has angular features, a hooked nose and sparse upper lip, olive skin, curly dark hair and very, very dark eyes. Tobias stops when he gets a good look at her and I know for a fact this is his mother. I nudge him forward, and he breathes deeply and walks forward.

The man is currently huggin Marjorie. "Mom!" he says.

"Micah," she replies. She hugs her grandkids and then gestures back to us. "Micah, Evelyn, this is Tris and her boyfriend, Four Eaton. Four thought he might know you, Evelyn, so -"

"Tobias," Evelyn breathes.

The little boy looks up, and he has Tobias' features, including the dark hair, but dark brown eyes as well. "Yeah, Mommy?"

"No, she means me," Tobias says gruffly. "Mom." He sets his bags down at my feet, and AJ and I follow suit. AJ tugs at my arm for me to pick him up, and I do. I then set a hand on Tobias' shoulder.

"Tobias," she repeats again.

Micah and Marjorie watch both of them carefully. Marcia looks up, and I quickly know this child is, in fact, Marcus'; she has the signature blue eyes. She looks between her brother and mother as well.

"Mom?" she says. "He's - is he Dad's?"

Tobias, and Marcia, look nothing like Micah, who has blockier features, an easygoing lilt to his smile, and brown eyes. His hair is dark, but his skin is pale.

Tobias arches an eyebrow. "Me? His? No. My father - and yours -"

"Tobias," I say sharply. "Be nice to her."

He bites his lip and looks away. "Our father is - he lives in Chicago," he finishes.

Marcia looks like he slapped her. Evelyn steps forward and touches Tobias' cheek. He recoils, stepping back into me. "Don't touch me," he hisses. "You left me."

"It was better for you," she insists.

He scoffs. "Better for me? You may not remember, but he beat me, Evelyn." He gestures to Marcia. "You took her with you and left me with him."

"He had a home, a stable source of income." She glances at Marcia. "And she was still - I was still pregnant with her when I left."

"You would have left me, too, Mom?" she asks, features changing and contorting.

Evelyn looks trapped. "I don't know. Look, Tobias - if I hadn't left, Marcus would have beat me until she was dead. Hell, he might have killed me. I had to leave. He thought she wasn't his."

"Was I?"

"Yes, yes. Look at the resemblance between you and Tobias - and you both look like Marcus." Evelyn takes a deep breath.

"You left me," Tobias repeats.

"I -" Evelyn starts again.

"Ev, let's take this somewhere else," Micah cuts in. "Our house, perhaps?"

Evelyn nods. "We have space in our car for both of you. She looks at AJ. "He can sit in the far back with Marcia and Toby."

Marcia opens her mouth to argue, and Micah gives her a look. "No arguments, Marcia," he tells her sharply.

Micah, Evelyn, and Marcia help carry the bags. When we get to their car - a Honda minivan - they help load, too. AJ keeps his backpack with him, and we put Tobias' crutches at our feet.

I sit between Tobias and Marjorie, with Tobias behind Evelyn. As soon as we're buckled, Tobias turns in the seat and buries his face in my shoulder, barely containing his sobs. He's not crying, but I know he will as soon as we're in private. His breaths are shaky but quiet.

Evelyn stares numbly out the windshield, but AJ and Toby fortunately make conversation. Marcia has earbuds in and is staring out the window, a troubled look on her face. Marjorie knits.

"I'm sorry, Tobias," I whisper. I thread my hands into his hair.

"It's not your fault," he replies.

"But I suggested - pushed, really - that you try to see if this was her," I say.

"Tris, I would've seen her eventually," Tobias argues.

"We're here," Micah announces. I help Tobias out and give him his crutches. Then I get AJ and Toby out, and Marcia climbs out.

The family helps us put our bags in the entryway. Then we sit awkwardly in their living room.