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Hey, everyone. Sorry about not updating for a while. I just wanted to finish this update. It didn't feel done to me until now. I've also been pretty busy getting ready for school, and I posted a one-shot two days (which all of y'alls should go read ASAP - it's called Thank You for Giving Me a Chance). I'm thinking about extending it, but I want to completely finish ADD first. ficorrie edited it for me and she is amazing. You guys should all go check her out.

I made pasta this morning. Like the homemade kind, not the dried kind. It was good. And I used this really good, easy recipe from America's Test Kitchen (my stepdad's favorite cooking show).

To the guest(s) "I Love Softball", "Varsity Pitcher", "varsity catcher", "SOFTBALL", and "BASEBALL": Are you all one person, or did I just magically get a bunch of reviews from guests with similar guest name ideas? I know I normally don't reply to guest reviews on my Fics, but that question was driving me nuts. So yeah...

Anyway, sorry for my rambling. Enjoy the update and review/follow/favorite at your discretion :).

"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.

"Toby, honey, why don't you and AJ come play outside with me?" Marjorie suggests, picking her knitting up and ushering the boys outside.

Evelyn still stares numbly at Tobias. Micah's expression is hard but safely neutral; apparently he isn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve. Marcia glares at the ground.

Marcia is the first to speak up. "Why did you lie to me?"

Micah clenches his jaw. "When I met your mother, she explained that she was pregnant and, well, everything. I quickly fell in love with her, and since we wanted kids...it seemed natural to adopt you."

"But only Toby is truly yours."

"No, Marcia. I raised you and I love you. You're my daughter." He bites his lip. "Blood isn't everything, Marcia."

"Yeah," Tobias agrees. "I'd much rather have Micah than Marcus." He gives Evelyn a hard look. "And she'd apparently rather have Toby than me and Micah than Marcus."

"Tobias, that's not fair," I say, tightening my grip on his knee.

He clenches his jaw and screws his eyes shut, and then leans down and whispers, "I'm doing the best I can, Tris." I can practically hear the rest of his sentence: This is emotional for me, so I'm covering my pain with dickiness.

"It may be hard, but you don't need to be a dick," I answer.

He rolls his eyes, and I pinch his leg sharply. Tobias now glares at the ground like a sullen child.

Evelyn makes her way over to Tobias again. She reaches out and touches his face. "You're so handsome, my boy. So much better than I was, too. A better man than Marcus, a better person than me. You got through it unharmed."

Tobias grits his teeth and stands. He unzips his sweatshirt and strips his tee shirt off. He's showing them the scars. "Unharmed is a bit of a stretch." He turns to look at me so they can get a look at his back. Micah inhales sharply, Marcia coughs in surprise, and Evelyn sighs. A sigh. A goddamned sigh.

Tobias hacks out a noise somewhere between a sob and a scoff. I hand him his clothing, only admiring his taut muscles a little. He continues to face me as he puts them on, face contorting as he struggles to contain the sobs. I lay my hand on his arm, and he lays a hand over mine. He slips his sweatshirt back on and finally gets his features back to coldness.

I slip my hand up the back of his shirt and gently knead some of tension in his back away, but the only thing that changes in his face is a slight softening of his eyes. His eyebrows are still drawn low over his eyes, his mouth is still in a tight scowl, and he's still biting the inside of his cheek.

I keep my hand under his shirt. Marcia stares at her older brother, face troubled and yet contemplating. Micah stares at his wife. Evelyn stares at the carpet.

For a few minutes, that's how it stays. Then Evelyn looks up. "I'm sorry, Tobias. I - I abandoned you because I was weak. Too weak to worry about my child. I'm sorry." She hesitates. "But I kept tabs on you. Marcus said if I walked out, I couldn't come back, but I always watched out for you. I knew when you went to Stanford, when you got drafted to the Yankees. I have your jersey. I never...didn't care about you."

Tobias clenches his jaw and shuts his eyes. "We need to get to where we're staying, and we need to get a car from the airport. Where's the nearest five sixty stop?"

"No, I'll drive you," Micah quickly inserts.

"I'm going to go get AJ," I murmur to Tobias. "Be civil."

Marjorie sits on a porch swing outside, finishing up the blue sweater - well, it's done, but she's examining it. The boys play something on a small, weathered playset.

"Aje," I call. "C'mere. We're leaving, bud."

He pouts. "But I'm having fun with Toby."

"Andrew, we have to go," I say, more firmly. "Come down now."

He sighs but hops down. Toby hops down after him.

"Bye, AJ," Toby says. "Can you come over again?"

"I hope," AJ says solemnly. He turns to me. "Please?"

I kiss his head. "Maybe, bud."

I turn to Marjorie, AJ's hand still in my own. "Thank you. So much." I hesitate. "Tobias needed that."

She hugs me. "No problem. It's a wonderful coincident." Then she hands me the blue sweater. "For AJ."

"I can't -"

"Yes, you can. I'll make Toby a new one." She pushes it into my hands. "It was wonderful to meet you, Tris."

I nod and walk back inside. Tobias is at the door with Micah and our luggage. I kiss his cheek and grab some bags. AJ sighs and takes his backpack.

When we get to the airport, Micah helps us unload. When we go to walk to the rental car place, Micah grabs Tobias' arm. He whispers something. Tobias scowls and nods, and then whispers something back. Micah says one more thing and then releases Tobias' arm.

WHen we get the rental car, I get in the driver's seat and look at Tobias. "Where am I going?"

"Bothell, Washington," he answers, smiling.

"Bothell?" I frown. "Are there hotels there?"

Tobias chuckles. "No, but I always stay with my cousins when I come into town. AJ can share a room with Robyn and Andreas' older son, Matias. He's six. They also have a two-year-old, Ben, an eight-year-old, Alyssa, and an eleven-year-old, Claire." He smiles at me. "James and Sierra have an eight-month-old, Dominic, a twelve-year-old, Kiara, and a fourteen-year-old, Noah."

I shrug and begin to drive towards Bothell. Tobias gives me instructions, and AJ complains. I sigh and turn onto the private road.

"Pull up in the first driveway," Tobias instructs. He flashes me another smile. "They live next door to each other. Sierra and James live here; Andreas and Robyn live next door."

A tall man, balding slightly, with dark skin and dark, curly hair, jogs towards the car. "Tobias!" he calls.

"James!" Tobias hugs him tightly. Then he drops his hands back onto the crutches. "How are you, man?"

"Good, good. What happened?" James gestures at Tobias' leg.

Tobias scowls. "Angry player." Then he motions for me to come forward. "This is my girlfriend, Tris. She's the head trainer for the Yankees."

I shake James' hand. "Nice to meet you, James."

"You, too. Did you two start dating recently?"

"Almost seven months ago, actually." I smile and beckon to AJ.

Tobias puts AJ on his shoulder. "This is AJ. He's my son."

James give Tobias a suspicious look. "You didn't have a son last January."

"He a-dop-ted me at the court-house," AJ solemnly informs James.

James smiles. "Well, little man, that sounds cool. How old are you?"

"Five."

"You two need help with bags?" James asks, heading towards the car.

"Yeah, that'd be great," I say. "We're going to be on the road for another thirteen days, so we have a good amount of luggage."

"Tobias!" Another man - presumably Andreas - comes out. He's shorter than James, but he's also stockier. He has dark, curly hair and blue eyes. "Hey, dude."

Tobias grins at him. "I'll introduce all of yous later. Can you help James and Tris with the bags?"

"Yeah, no problem." Andreas and James each take two bags, leaving me with only my carry-on and AJ's carry-on. I follow Tobias, James, and Andreas into what is presumably James' house.

On the leather couch wrestle a boy and a girl. The girl has dark hair, like James', but skin lighter than his. The boy has lighter hair and skin than the girl, but his hair is as curly as hers.

"That's Noah and Kiara," Tobias murmurs.

In a Pack'N'Play (which, by the way, just about saved my life with AJ) sits a baby dressed in an orange tee shirt and camo shorts.

"Dominic," Tobias adds, pointing to the baby. "Sierra is in the kitchen."

Sierra wipes her hands on a towel and comes out of the kitchen, smiling. She has dark, softly curling hair and bright blue eyes. She looks a lot like her brother...and Tobias. "Hey, Tobias. Finally got yourself a girl, I see." She smiles at me. "Hi. I'm Sierra, Tobias' cousin." She looks over at the kids wrestling. "Noah! Kiara! Come say hi to Uncle Tobias." She offers her hand. "What's you name?"

"Tris," I reply, shaking it firmly. "Whatever you're cooking smells amazing."

Kiara and Noah come over, shoving each other. "Hey, Uncle Tobias," they chorus.

"Hey, guys." He hugs them awkwardly, AJ still on his shoulders.

I stand on my tiptoes and lift AJ down. He clings to me, shy because of the new people.

"Noah, Kiara, Sarah, Andreas, this is my girlfriend, Tris, and my son, AJ." Tobias smiles proudly and kisses AJ's head.

"Your...son?" Sierra asks. "Did you get her pregnant, Tobias? And not tell us?"

Tobias chuckles heartily. "No, I adopted him a few months ago."

Sierra shakes her head. "Okay, Tobias." She fixes a stare on Kiara. "Kiara, go get Robyn and your cousins. Tell them to come over."

"Did Auntie make food, too?" Noah asks hopefully.

"Of course, Noah. This wouldn't be a proper family gathering without it," Tobias teases. He punches his cousin once removed in the shoulder. "Shake Tris' hand, you wimp."

Noah blushes as he shakes my hand. I clap him on the back. Kiara races in the door to see him blushing at me and immediately begins to sing-song, "Noah's got a cru-ush, Noah's got a cru-ush."

Noah hits his sister. "Shut up."

Robyn comes in. She has dark, also softly curling hair and green eyes. She's got more of a sturdy build, like Andreas.

She holds a toddler in her arms and has three other kids surrounding her. All four have dark hair, and three of the four have dark brown eyes. I'd guess that the one with light eyes is adopted.

The toddler looks around suspiciously. His gaze settles on me and he lares at the ground. Robyn comes over and offers her hand. "Hi. My name's Robyn." She then hugs Tobias. "Tobias! How are you?"

He smiles. "Great." He glances over at the kids crowding around Robyn and wolf-whistles. They quiet down. "Guys, this is my girlfriend, Tris, and my son, AJ." He kisses AJ's head. "Adopted son," he hastily adds. "Tris, AJ, the oldest one is Claire. Her younger sister is Alyssa. The older boy is Matias, and the toddler is Ben."

They all nod, and then hug Tobias. His family reminds me of mine growing up.

"So, Tobias, how'd you get hurt?" Andreas asks.

"Angry player," Tobias replies. "Tris was amazing, though. She ran onto the field and managed to keep me from getting tetanus, or worse, bleeding out." He kisses my head now.

"It was bad," I say quietly. "He had seven gashes down his leg, and they were all deep. It was disturbing even for someone with medical training. The doctor was taken aback."

Everyone who understands grimaces. AJ looks up at his dad. "Daddy, can I play outside with Matias?"

Tobias nods, and AJ and Matias go out the back door, Ben, Alyssa, and Noah right behind them.

I step behind Tobias and push on his spine slightly. He gives me a half-smile and straightens his posture on the crutches.

"Tobias, you and Tris can sleep in the basement on the bed down there," Sierra offers.

"And AJ can stay with Matias," Robyn finishes.

"Why don't you go get settled in?" Sierra suggests.

Tobias nods and starts going down the stairs. Our bags are already down there. I bring AJ's back up and then return to Tobias.

I close the door softly behind me and cross the carpet and couch to get to the bed, where Tobias is huddled, crying.

I wrap my arms around him and let him cry into me for a few minutes. "Tobias...do you want to talk?"

He struggles to breathe at a normal pace, instead his breaths shuddering and different in lengths. "What's there to talk about? I met my mother again and she feels no remorse for leaving me with that monster."

"Oh, Tobias." I press kisses to his face. "Tobias, she feels bad that he hurt you." I grimace. "I think…I think she actually thinks it was better to leave you. She wasn't sure what the future would hold, and she thought being in a stable household with food and a roof over your head would be better."

"She let me get hurt," he hisses.

"There wasn't anyone else that - guessed what was going on? Did they ever do anything?" I ask.

"She was my mother, Tris. Not some teacher or something." Tobias squeezes his eyes shut. "He used to beat me and then shut me in a closet for days, Tris. He'd only let me out when I was half-dead, be it from the injuries, or exhaustion, or hunger, or thirst."

"Are you comfortable…telling me anything else?" I whisper.

He grips my shoulder and my hip. "He would…usually whip me. Hit me, too. Tell me it was for my own good." A slight Chicagoan accent leaks into his voice. I don't normally notice it, but now I do. "He took a knife to me a few times. He broke some ribs each time." Tobias' breath shudders. "I - I can't anymore, Tris."

I hold him to me as he cries quietly into my shoulder. The door opens a bit, but Tobias doesn't notice. Sierra pops her head in and is about to say something when she sees Tobias crying into my shoulder.

"Can I do anything?" she mouths.

I shake my head minutely.

"Is this because of us?" she adds.

I shake my head again. Tobias shifts and sniffs. Sierra makes herself scarce.

"Tobias," I murmur, stroking his hair. "Oh, sweet Tobias. I love you."

He coughs. "We should go back up now." He coughs again, and sniffs. "Do you have any tissues?"

"No, but there's a bathroom down here," I murmur. Tobias stands and walks to the bathroom. I linger, half inside the small bathroom, half outside it, as he splashes water onto his face and blows his nose. I take his hand and kiss his cheek. "Do you need help getting up the stairs?"

"Nah. Just - hold the baby gate open for me?"

"I'll help you." I carry his crutches and let him lean on me to get up the stairs.

Sierra is the only one still upstairs, and she appears to be waiting for us. "Do you two have swimsuits? Andreas set up the slip'n'slide."

I nod. "I'll help him. You can go over."

"Oh, it's okay. Dominic is still sleeping, anyway." She smiles tightly as she examines her cousin. "Are you alright, Tobias?"

"I'll be fine, Sierra," he says brusquely. "Tris, can you help me back down the stairs?"

I guide his arm around me and we make our way back down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, I untie his sweatpants and help him out of them. He grimaces as he puts some weight on his bad leg. I help him out of his boxers, too, and his sweatshirt. Underneath is a simple Yankees baseball tee.

I grab his navy and green swim trunks and help him into them. Then I sit him on the bed and strip myself. He gets a little aroused, but I pat his cheek and put a modest one piece on.

When I was younger, I used to wear bikinis. That was before Peter and before the scar on my stomach from AJ. Now I wear swimsuits that I look just as good in, if the look on Tobias' face is any indication, but cover me more.

I kiss Tobias' head and pull jean shorts and a Tigers shirt from the high school on.

Tobias stands up and kisses my shoulder, studying my shirt. "Where's that from?"

"I used to work at Bogan High School," I reply. "I worked with the student athletes there."

He kisses the tiger on the front. "That's cool."

I nod and help him up the stairs. "I really liked a lot of the kids there. I would bring AJ to practices a lot. We're still in contact with a few."

Sierra is still sitting on the couch. "Have fun," she says. "Tell Robyn I'll be over soon, Tobias."

Tobias nods and hobbles out of the door. I help him down the stairs outside her house, and then he crutches around, onto the road, and to the next house over, which I presume to be Robyn and Andreas' house.

Tobias opens the door and hobbles in. Andreas comes over quickly and helps me help him stay up. He helps him outside, but Robyn takes my arm. "You can hang out with me, if you'd like," she offers.

I smile. "Sure," I reply quietly.

"Bit overwhelming for you?" she guesses. "Our family's a bit much if you're used to something quieter."

I chuckle. "Not at all. My family's made up of gangsters and mobsters and criminals. Wonderful people, but a bit loud."

"Ah. Then what's up?"

"Do you guys…know Marcus and Evelyn?" I ask. "No, never mind. I need to go see…I need to go check on AJ." I shake my head and hurry off, furious with myself.

"Wait - Tris!" she calls, but I'm already out the sliding glass door.

Tobias grabs my arm. "Tris - the hell? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Let me go."

"No." He pulls me closer, right next to him. "What's wrong, Tris?"

"Robyn asked me what was wrong," I murmur. "I - I almost talked about - well, Marcus."

Tobias grimaces. "They know about Marcus, Tris. He's beaten me in front of them before. When I was younger. Hell, until I was sixteen."

I redden. "But still…it's not my place to talk about your stuff."

Tobias grips my chin. "Tris, this is heavy stuff for you, too. You don't have Susan to talk to here, and he'll if you can talk to me. It's okay. Open up to her. She understands - her dad used to throw her around some."

I redden further. "Now I've embarrassed myself, Tobias."

He gives me an amused look. "It'll take a lot more than wanting to protect someone you love to earn you judgement from Robyn, Tris. Or from any of my family."

I sigh and press my face into his neck.

"Tris, you're not acting like yourself. What's wrong?" He nuzzles my neck, pressing a kiss or two to the tender skin there.

"I'm going to go inside." I stand and force myself to walk away from him.

Robyn's still inside, but now she's in the kitchen, cutting carrots. I silently grab a few and a knife.

"So when did you and Tobias start dating?" she asks.

"Seven months or so ago." I smile. "How long have you and Andreas been married?"

"Longer than I'd like to admit," she replies, laughing lightly. "How old is AJ? Who's his biological father?"

"Five, and Peter Hayes," I say quietly.

"Thing for baseball players?" Robyn guesses.

"He raped me."

Robyn's eyes widen and she pauses her cutting. "Oh. Sorry, that was rude of me." But she doesn't say anything else.

I guess it would kinda be a conversation killer.

"Why did Tobias adopt him?"

I jump, not expecting her to speak. "Wha- oh. Well, I think there were a lot of reasons. AJ needed a father figure. A real one, not me or my dad. We don't see my brother enough. Tobias also just...really connected with him. He loves him."

Robyn nods and hands me a cucumber to cut. "We adopted Matias. He was a foster kid with us for two years first, though."

"Tobias told me." I hesitate. "Tobias said he grew up in Chicago…but you guys seem to be pretty close. Did you guys live there?"

"No, Tobias lived with us in the summers. Marcus would come sometimes and…" she trails off, telling me exactly what happened.

I avert my eyes. "That must've been…tough."

"I always wanted to do something," Robyn agrees. "But Andreas insisted that we stay out of it. He said we could prove nothing anyway, and the majority of when this was happening was when we were underaged. Then Tobias begged us not to do anything."

I sigh. "He might not be where he is if you had, though I'm not sure not saying anything was the right thing." I scowl. "Sometimes I just want to go kill Marcus." A sly look crosses my face. "It wouldn't be hard."

Robyn scowls, too. "I get the feeling."

I sigh and lean back against the chair, taking another cucumber. It's quiet for a few minutes. Then Robyn says, "So…earlier you said you grew up with criminals, mobsters, and gangsters. What…what did you mean?"

"It's a long story." I chew on my lip.

"So…what do you do?"

"I'm the head trainer of the Yankees," I reply softly. "That's how I met Tobias." I shake my head. "That sounds so weird to say to anyone but him. No one else in the Yankees but me knows his name…so I keep it quiet. It's just…weird to be able to say it out loud."

Robyn smiles at me. "Will you be at tomorrow's game?"

I nod. "Do you guys want to come?"

Robyn laughs. "We have too many little kids."

"Tobias can stay with them." I raise my eyebrows and add drily, "He's not completely useless with kids. Just partially."

She chuckles. "Maybe the guys and Noah could go."

"Sure." I hand her the now-cut veggies.

She neatly stacks them on a plate and pulls out a casserole from the over. I inhale deeply. "Smell good?" she asks.

I nod. "Very."

"Sierra made spaghetti and meatballs and broccoli, I made this and baked potatoes. She should be here right about now." Robyn also pulls out a bunch of potatoes from the oven.

Sierra comes over, James in tow, with Dominic and two big bowls. James has another two. "Hey, Robyn," she says, setting the baby on the floor. He crawls over to me, and I pick him up.

"Hi, cutie," I say quietly.

He gurgles and grabs at my hair. I grab his hand, smiling.

"Ah ah," I say.

He gives me a "deer caught in headlights" look and sucks his lower lip into his mouth. I smile at him. "You are a cutie."

Robyn and Sierra talk quietly. Ben runs in, screaming something, with a sheepish Kiara and Claire behind him.

"Claire…" Robyn says threateningly. "What did I tell you about teasing your brother tonight?"

"'If you tease him, you make it better'," Claire quotes.

Robyn points to the small boy. "Take your brother."

Sierra raises an eyebrow at Kiara. "Kiara, stop teasing Ben and take him and your brother to swim in the baby pool."

"Mom!" she protests.

"Now." Sierra points to me.

Kiara comes and takes Dominic from me, huffing. "Fine."

Robyn and Sierra sit next to me at the tables. "Why was Tobias crying?" Sierra asks.

"He saw Evelyn. Found, Evelyn, really." I shake my head. "Do you need anything?"

They shake their heads, so I stand and walk out to where Tobias sits, watching James and Andreas interact with their kids. I pull a chair up and put my hand on his thigh, kneading it slightly. He sighs and presses a kiss to my temple.

"How does your leg feel?" I ask.

He grimaces. "Not so good. I think…well, I dunno. It hurts."

I turn my chair to face him and pull his foot up. I pull his shoe off and unwrap the bandages. The stitches seem to be in place, and his leg isn't red or puffy. I gently kiss his knee and then put the bandages back on.

I kiss him softly. "They aren't infected, and the stitches haven't ripped out. I think you're just sore from having been on it all day. Would you like an Advil?"

He nods. "I'd really like a bottle of whiskey, but I doubt that's good for healing."

I smile and kiss his head as I gently set his foot on the chair and go inside. Robyn has disappeared, but Sierra is setting up.

"Do you have an Advil I could give Tobias?" I request politely.

"Med box high up in the pantry by the washer," she instructs. "For his leg?"

"Yup." I find the box and step on the step stool to reach the box. I dig out two Advil for him and fill a glass with water. Then I bring them to him, stroking his hair as he takes the painkillers.

The kids, as one herd, scurry inside and return with dish soap. I see AJ in the back, wearing swim shorts that are not his own. I grab his shoulder and he turns to face me.

"Hi, Mom." He turns and looks at the kids that are now putting soap on the slip'n'slide. "Can I go?" he whines.

"Andrew." He huffs and turns to look at me. I arch an eyebrow. "That's better. I want you to sit with your dad for a few minutes and talk with him." He protests. "Did I make myself unclear, bud? Go sit with him. Now."

AJ walks over to Tobias and crawls into his lap, beginning to talk to him. Tobias laughs at something he says and looks at me, giving me a "really?" look.

I shrug and point at AJ. Tobias turns back to him and talks with him for a few minutes before releasing him to go play with the kids.

After dinner, things begin to wind down. Andreas, Alyssa, Matias, AJ, Ben, and Dominic are in bed. It's getting dark. I help Tobias out of his chair and give him his crutches.

He crutches over to Sierra's, and I walk slowly alongside him. After we make it past the door, James locks it, yawning, and heads upstairs with Sierra. Tobias and I go downstairs and Tobias flops onto a couch. I open up his suitcase and pull out a pair of boxers and a pair of pajama pants. I help him out of his shirt and swim shorts and into his pajamas. He sighs and presses his face into my neck. "I love you," he mumbles, "but I'm really starting to hate having to ask you to help with everything."

I chuckle and kiss his head. "Okay, baby."