This is just a short oneshot on what it might have been like if Tris had gotten pregnant. Obviously no war. This isn't meant to be taken too seriously, it's just an idea I had. :P Hope you like it!
I never knew that the cliche pickles and ice cream craving was real until now. But it is very real. I know because I've watched her scarf it down twice so far. And I nearly vomited both times, just from watching her.
As I put the ice cream away, I hear a knock at the door. I hurry over to the door in an attempt to beat her. Luckily, when I walk into the main room, she is still laying on the couch where I left her. I know she hates it, but I also know that she should not be standing and walking more than she needs to.
"Did you invite someone over?" she asks.
"No," I say, as I open the door. "Oh. Wonderful."
Christina stands in front of me. I guess I should have figured that it would be her since she's been visiting periodically since Tris got pregnant. She raises an eyebrow at me before rolling her eyes.
"Always a pleasure, Four," she says, as she brushes past me.
Funny. I don't remember inviting her in.
"Hi, Chris," Tris says.
"Hello, beauties," she says, gesturing toward her swollen stomach. "So, the baby shower-"
"Is a week away," I remind her. "And we've already figured out literally everything that needs to be figured out."
She rolls her eyes again, as she sits down on the opposite end of the couch. I sit down behind Tris and wrap my arms around her waist.
"Thanks for the reminder," Christina says sarcastically. "Anyway, I got you something, Tris."
"Me?" Tris says softly.
I roll my eyes, as Christina pulls her bag into her lap. Tris has been so emotional lately because of the hormones, and I can always tell when it is about to happen. Right now, it is because Christina has a gift for her.
Last week, it happened when Uriah brought her an extra piece of cake. I had never seen someone cry over cake before.
"For your baby shower!" Christina squeals, as she pulls a dress out of the bag.
There is silence for a moment, as Christina holds up the dress. It is fairly short, and it is black with pink lace. I brace myself, as I already know what her reaction will be.
"That's for me?" she asks slowly.
"Yeah!" Christina says happily. "Apparently, this is what Dauntless women wear for baby showers! Isn't it cute?"
"Chris, what the fuck! That's too fucking short for me!"
I snort. That's another thing. She's also start cursing a lot.
"Tris!" She pouts. "You know, if you keep saying 'fuck' all the time, it might be the baby's first word."
"What..." After a moment of silence, she turns her head to look at me, her eyes wide. "Is that how it works, Four?"
"No," I say shortly in an attempt to stop her imminent crying.
"Yes," Christina says, ignoring me. "My mom said 'baby' all the time when she was pregnant with me, and that ended up being my first word."
Tris gasps, and I inwardly groan, as her eyes begin to water.
"Four, our baby is gonna come out swearing!"
I glare at Christina, as Tris continues to cry. She stares back at us, as if she isn't sure what to do. I gesture for her to leave, as Tris continues to cry into my chest, and she rolls her eyes at me once again. Luckily, she obliges and stands up, placing the dress on the table.
"I'll just leave this here for you, okay?" she says, and Tris nods. "I'll come back tomorrow."
"Okay," Tris says, still crying. "Bye, Chris."
Christina hugs her briefly before seeing herself to the door, leaving me with my crying girlfriend. I look down at her and my now soaked shirt and sigh.
"I'm sorry." She hiccups. "For crying so much."
"Don't be sorry," I say, as I kiss the top of her head.
"I love you, Tobias," she mumbles into my chest.
"I love you, too-"
"Love you," she mumbles. "Love, love, love, love, love-"
"Tris," I cut in sharply. "It doesn't work like that."
Silence. She sniffles.
"Okay."