A Different Divergent: A Better Tomorrow

~ninety-one~

Chapter 91

I stand at the counter getting supper ready for tonight with Zeke and Shauna. Unfortunately though, the menial task can't keep my attention. I'd give anything if it could. Instead of concentrating on rolling each meatball between my palms, my thoughts are all over the place. They're on Molly, wondering why she's doing what she's doing and how we will really stop her. They're in the infirmary with Will and Tori, wondering if they both will in fact make a full recovery and when. They're in the next room with Teagan and Tessa, hoping they both feel better and soon. They're down in Tobias' office, wondering what new information he's learning about the night Tori went missing. They're in Abnegation, wondering what we'll learn about the death serum tomorrow.

"Mommy? What you doin'?" Tyler asks bringing me back to the now, settling my muddled mind. He's been sitting at the island quietly coloring while his sisters nap in the next room.

"I'm making meatballs," I say, rolling yet another one between my palms then putting it on the baking sheet.

"Why?" he asks, inquisitive as ever.

"Because Zeke and Shauna are coming over tonight, and we're having spaghetti and meatballs for supper," I say. As I talk, his eyes light up. Not only does he love it when our friends comes over but he loves when Tobias or I make one of his favorite meals. I chuckle a little. My boy has a lot of favorite foods. At least he'll never be hungry again.

"Can I show them my woom?" he excitedly asks. "They nevew seen my woom befowe!"

"I don't see why not," I say. "I bet they would love for you to show them your room, especially Zeke. Just don't let him try to go down your slide." And knowing him as I do, he probably will try.

"He too big," he says with a giggle.

"Yes, he is but we both know he's just a big kid," I say and he laughs nearly uncontrollably. "You're in a good mood."

"I with you," he says matter-of-factly making my heart swell. I lean across the island and come practically nose-to-nose with him.

"Guess what?" I ask.

"What?" he asks his eyes wide and so innocent.

"Being with you," I tweak his nose, "puts me in a good mood, too," I say.

"You love me," he says very sincerely. "Moon back."

"Yes, I do," I say. "I better get back to making meatballs. How about you color me a picture?"

"Otay," he says. I quickly roll out the rest of the meatballs, wash my hands, and then put the tray in the oven before starting the sauce. I follow Hana's recipe to the letter and within minutes, the aroma of garlic, tomatoes, and basil wafts throughout the apartment as the sauce simmers on the stove. "I'm going to check on your sisters. I'll be right back." I first check on Tessa who's napping peacefully in her bouncy chair near the couch and love seat then check on Peanut who's in her bassinet. I'm surprised to find her quietly lying there just staring at the ceiling. "Hello, blue eyes. Did the medicine Mommy gave you help?" I carefully pick her up, and she snuggles into my chest but she doesn't act like she's hungry. When we got home from talking to Jennifer Chaucer in Tobias' office, I gave Peanut the antibiotic and then nursed her while he gave Tessa a bottle. After she finished, I put a small amount of the thrush medication on a swab recommended by the pharmacist and applied it to the patches. At first she wailed but soon cried herself to sleep. I guess I'm surprised to see her so content now. "How would you like to sit in the swing?" I take her into the kitchen and adjust the seat of the swing then lay her in it. I start the timer and it gently sways back and forth.