Jacob snatched his book and headed to the living room after dinner, fully intent on reading through a few chapters before he planned his lesson tomorrow. He had made dinner and according to Jacob Tibbits, it was unfair to make the cook clean. ...Okay, he had helped with dinner and hated dishes with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. He expected a fight from whoever was left on the front line and decided to leave as fast as he could.
Or he would have, had he not seen Annie absently begin cleaning. That was unusual, to say the least. He recalled once comparing trying to get her to clean without being begged to asking someone to voluntarily swallow glass. He put his book down and followed her into the kitchen.
She was singing, something that always made him happy. His AnnieBaby had a beautiful voice. He let her go for a few bars before he asked, "I came to check if the apocalypse was upon us," He teased, then stood beside her, "Want some help?"