"It won’t be as good as that," Thomas said and got all the pans ready. "Since…clearly," he laughed and held up the jar of sauce. "But it still tastes okay."
"Oh whatever. The jar sauces are the real thing," she said and came over to him before helping out with the pasta.
Thomas took out the packet of linguine from the cupboard and the jar of pesto pasta sauce and then went to the fridge to take out the chicken. “‘Course I can,” he nodded. “It’s easy.”
"I’ve only had that at those fancy Italian restaurants," she said musingly.
"After all that hard work you did?" Thomas teased and walked to the kitchen and opened up the cupboard and looked around. "How do you feel about chicken and pesto linguine?" He asked her.
"Hey, I lifted way more that my weight. I think I deserve a bit to fuel my starving stomach," Lily sniffed before raising her brows at him. "You can cook that?!"
Thomas and Albus combined had eventually managed to get Lily’s bedroom set up properly, with two bedside tables, her bed, a dresser and small bookshelf all to where she’d wanted it, and it felt nice to finally see that room filled with furniture.
"Thanks Albus!" He managed to call out before Lily shut the door on her brother and turned around to him. "Hungry?" He asked her.
"Starving." She answered.
Thomas chuckled embarrassedly at Lily’s joke but didn’t say anything and just walked backwards holding one end of the chest of drawers while Albus had the other and they moved it into the bedroom.
"Are you sure you don’t want to come over to ours?" Albus asked for the last and twentieth time that night. He was reluctantly stalling him from leaving and struck up conversation along with the occasional persuasion for her to consider moving into their home.
"Al, it’s seven o’clock and it’s time to say goodnight," Lily said before helping him out of the door. "And thanks for helping!" She called out and then shut the door. "Finally!"
"We didn’t plan on it," Thomas said and picked up a single bedside cabinet and managed to easily lift that and bring it into the room. "I was helping Lily look for apartments and they were all really, really horrible, and then I offered a place to stay."
"I offered you our house," Albus said with a frown.
"And where would the baby sleep, on your head?" Lily asked with a sarcastic drawl which made her brother grumble at her response. "And besides Tommy and I are lifelong partners. Who could separate us," she joked but Albus found no humor in that.
Thomas walked to the kitchen that adjoined with the living room and waited for Albus and Lily to catch up briefly. “I wasn’t going to make you do it by yourself,” he said to Albus when he walked over. Straight away, Albus lifted one end of a cabinet Tommy had tried to move earlier. It was the complete ease of which he did it that made Tommy somewhat ashamed that he hadn’t been able to do it first, but walked over and helped take it back into Lily’s new room.
"So uh, I don’t know about you two, but mind explaining to me the story behind the reason as to why my sister is living with you?” Albus asked the two as he directed the cabinet into Lily’s new bedroom.
Thomas looked over to the door when the three knocks sounded and he felt kind of disappointed that his and Lily’s moment was now over. “He was bound to come over sometime,” he chuckled and stood up from the couch to go answer the door. “Hey there,” he greeted when a very tired Albus appeared.
Lily didn’t bother to get up seeing as Albus walked over to her and gave her a brief hug. “You look like you haven’t slept for days… nor bathed.” She muttered at the state of his crumpled shirt.
"Yeah well Junior’s been keeping us up, especially now that he can’t decide between breast or bottled milk, he’s a shrieking pain… Good pain," he quickly added to his sighing.
"The joys of being a parent," she patted his shoulder and then answered to where her bed and the likes were.
"Right, well you gotta come with me," Albus said to Thomas. "I can’t carry it all myself."
"It’s horrible!" Thomas groaned. "Even worse when they get sentimental and lovey-dovey," he rolled his eyes. "Makes me want to gag."
"Merlin I know! It’s a snog and a ru—" She was about to finish her sentence when suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Leave it up to Albus to show up at the wrong time," she muttered and knew it was him from the three knows on the door, the first with one beat and the next two half notes.
"Embarrassing more like it," Thomas said. "Before your parents left they went on a little run around London as a going away party. I had to babysit Luca and needless to say my parents came back at two in the morning, singing and telling ridiculous jokes, repeating themselves and just acting…not parent-like," he laughed.
"Oh… Don’t you hate it when parents sing. It’s like, please, stop. Just stop," Lily grimaced after recalling many nights where her own mother sang on the top of her lungs with dad equally as sloshed as she was before snogging.