Life With Killers

Welcome Home

When the two of you arrived at your house, you took the bags from Lachlan. He started to complain. "Y/n, c'mon. Let me help you take the bags inside. You're gonna hurt yourself," he said. Your cheeks were turning pink as you struggled to hold all the bags. You shake your head so much your hair which was in a ponytail, falls. Now, with your hair fluffed around your face, your voice sounds strained, "Nope! I got it!"

You manage to get the door open and you quickly step in and shut it. you carefully drop all the bags at the door and step back out. Lachlan was still standing at the door, baffled. You popped out again, still trying to catch your breath. You snap your body standing up straight and you give him a goofy smile. "See? I had it! Anyway, thanks for the help. I'll see you at school tomorrow, m'kay?" He sighed with a smile and ruffled your hair before turning. "See ya, tomorrow weirdo."

You smiled at him before rushing back inside. With a sigh, you lean your back against the door and close your eyes. You open them, your met with four different pairs of eyes. You saw the playful glint in every one of them. You point your finger at the men and mumble a 'don't you dare.' You bent down and picked up a couple of bags before looking up at Brahms, who had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his cardigan. You straighten yourself before offering him a smile.  "Brahms? Would you be a good boy and help me carry the bags to the kitchen, please?"

Brahms took a moment before nodding and walking over to grab the rest of the bags. Still smiling, you lead him to the kitchen. You began to take the items out of the bags and sets them on the counter. Putting the bags away, you began to put things away. You picked up the bag for frozen chicken and looked to the man watching you. "Do you know what you want for supper?" He tilted his head slightly before shaking his head. You smile softly and give a soft chuckle. "So helpful."

He looks away rubbing the back of his neck and you knew he was a little upset. You walk over to him and take his hand. He looks at you as you put his hand on your cheek. Still offering him a comforting smile, you run your thumb over his knuckles. "I'm just kidding, Brahms. You are very helpful. Probably the most helpful." You could tell he smiled under his mask as he brought his face down to your height and nuzzles his face to yours. You giggle softly as he stands back up. "Why don't we go ask the others what they want?"

This earned you a nod before Brahms took your hand and pulled you to the living room where the others were. The men looked over at you two. Hannibal raises an eyebrow smiling at you. You look up at Brahms for a moment, wondering if he was going to ask. When he looked back down at you, you nodded seeing the question in his eyes. Turning back to the others you speak, "I asked Brahms but he doesn't know, so what do you guys want for dinner?"

Each male gave their input in their own way. Micheal writing the answer, Jason using his hands to sign. You had taught him and tried to show the other two quiet ones but they didn't really see the point. Brahms did speak, just rarely. Anyway, the men 'talked' it out and, surprisingly, agreed on your homemade chicken noodle soup. You nodded and went back to the kitchen, Brahms on your tail. He stood quietly in the corner, watching as you finish putting things away and getting the things you needed out. You pulled off the cardigan and laid it on the back of a dining room chair. While you were cooking, a loud sound made you jump.