AN: Welcome to my new story! To everyone who found this because they followed me as an author from my other story I promise an update will be going out for that story in a day or two at most!

To new readers welcome! I've been working on this story for a month now and I have finally got the courage to start posting it. Some of it is very personal and hits close to home. I really hope you enjoy it.

I really enjoy writing and I hope that you all read and review this story. I LOVE reviews. They can even motivate me to post faster.

Okay, sorry for the long AN I promise I don't do it often.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own divergent or any of it's characters.

Enjoy! :-)

"I'm home!" I shout from the front entryway of the house.

"We're in here!" Christina shouts back from the direction of the kitchen. I take off my shoes and jacket and make my way through the living room into the kitchen. I stand at the precipice taking in the view in front of me. Christina stands at the island mixing bowls and ingredients scattered in front of her and Amelia sits on the counter in front of her, with flour covering the front of her shirt. I laugh lightly, enjoying the antics of my best friend and my daughter.

"What're we making here?" I ask as I approach. Amelia holds out her arms, indicating that she wants me to pick her up. She is turning seven soon, but she still acts like she is two sometimes.

"We're making cookies!" She shouts in my ear. I cringe, but laugh along with her.

"Mhh cookies!"

"How was your first day at work?" Christina asks me.

"Pretty boring, just met some of my co-workers, got assigned a work area and did some paperwork." I shrug nonchalantly.

Christina and I moved here a couple weeks ago with Amelia. Right after college graduation I was offered a job working for the National Sports Training Association or NSTA for short. It sounds so authoritative, when I'm just going to be working as a sports trainer for several high school and colleges. My job offer was at their Midwest headquarters and I jumped at the opportunity to leave behind my old life in Chicago for a new life in Minnesota. Hopefully things will start to look up for me.

Not that I've had a bad life. My family is great, but my parents always wanted me to do something in the social services, working to help people. When I told them I was going to be a sports trainer my father frowned and asked me why I wasn't becoming a nurse like mom or a doctor like Caleb.

And of course there was the fact that I had Amelia when I was only sixteen years old. I shouldn't complain though, because Amelia is the best thing to ever happen to me, even if the circumstances weren't the best. It's been hard raising her without a father figure in her life. I often think about the things that she is missing not having that male figure in her life, but I haven't been up for dating since she happened. Right after I found out I was pregnant Christina stepped in and became like a second parent for Amelia. She went to all the doctor's appointments, helped me pay for things and we even got an apartment together when Amelia was a year old.

Ding the little bell on the stove goes off indicating that it is preheated and ready for the cookies. I put Amelia back down on the counter.

"Do you want to make round cookies or shapes?" I ask her.

"Shapes!"

"Okay shapes it is, now where are the cookie cutters?" I wonder out loud.

"Here." Christina replies handing me a basket full of cookie cutters in all different shapes.

"Which ones should we use?" I ask Amelia, holding the basket so she can see inside.

"All of them!" She replies enthusiastically. I smile at her and grab a couple off the top.

I show her the first shape, "What shape is this?" I ask.

"That's a star." She tells me in her best big girl voice.

"Very good! You're going to be the smartest kindergartener ever." I praise her.

"Mommy, I'm scared for school." She looks at me with her beautiful, dark blue eyes, fear evident in them.

"Why are you scared, sweetie?"

"What if no one likes me?"

"Sweetie, remember, just be you and play nice and you'll make friends."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Okay! Let's make the cookies now momma."

I laugh at her quick change in focus. She is such a smart little kid, but like all little kids she gets distracted easily. We finish shaping the last of the dough into cookies and putting them in the oven. Several pans are already done and cooling on racks.

"Time for momma to make dinner, why don't you go play with Auntie Christina?"

"Okay. Momma?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Could I call papa and gramma tonight? I miss them."

I sigh. Amelia was very close with my mom and dad back in Chicago. After they got over the initial shock that I was pregnant at 16 they were very supportive and loved Amelia to pieces. "Yes, why don't we wait until after supper and then we can call them together?"

"Okay momma" Amelia answers before she toddles off to find Christina in the living room.

I quickly get to work making dinner. I am making Amelia's favorite, spaghetti and meatballs. As I cook I reminisce on the day I had at work. Like I told Christina it wasn't really anything special. I met several very nice people whom I will be working with. Tomorrow I will have the chance to meet people from other sections that I will work with on a regular basis also. I am excited to start working; today I mostly read up on the current people we are training and followed Will around the facility as he pointed out different areas and then I watched him train a session of men's college soccer. I've been assigned to train women's soccer in the fall and winter and assist in some basketball as needed. This is fine with me, since I played soccer in college and basketball in high school.

Soon dinner is prepared and I call Christina and Amelia back in to eat. Dinner is a lively event with Christina chattering on about everything her and Amelia did today. Amelia adds bits and pieces here and there, adding the flair only a five year old can. I laugh along with their stories, a little sad they are getting to spend so much quality time together that I am missing out on. Christina doesn't start her new job at an art studio until Amelia starts school next week.

By the time dinner is finished and cleaned up it is kind of late. "Amy, do you wanna call Gramma and Papa now before it gets too late." I ask my daughter. She nods eagerly and I scoop her up into my arms. She giggles as I sway her back and forth on our walk into the living room. Plopping her down on the sofa and grabbing my phone before plopping down next to her. I dial my mother's number and hit the speaker button. We listen to it ring several times before a light voice answers.

"Hello."

"Hey mom." I reply lightly back.

"Oh hi Beatrice, I'm sorry I didn't look at the ID before answering."

"It's okay mom, Amy is here with me, she wanted to talk to you and dad. Is he there?"

"Yeah let me grab him. Hi Amelia Bedelia." My mom says using the nickname she gave Amelia, because those were Amelia's favorite books to have my mom read to her.

"Hey gramma!" Amelia shouts back.

"Well hey their little one." My dad answers over the phone. "How's the new place?"

"It's huge papa, I have my own bathroom and everything." Amelia answers.

"That's good, every girl should have their own bathroom." Dad chuckles as he speaks. I am a bit surprised; my parents always valued selflessness and therefore only having what is needed and nothing excess. Three bathrooms in one house would most certainly be called excess for them.

"How's Caleb doing?" I ask my dad politely.

"Great! Medical school is treating him well so far."

"That's good."

"So Amelia, would you like me to read you a bedtime story? Maybe a chapter or two from Amelia Bedelia." My mother cuts into the conversation.

"Oh please momma." Amelia asks me with her doe eyes. I smile back at her.

"I think that would be great. Let's get you set up in bed."

We walk to her bedroom in silence and I tuck her under the covers before climbing up next to her.

"Okay, we're ready gramma."

"Okay sweetie." And my mom starts reading a chapter, before the end of the second chapter Amelia is fast asleep.

"Thanks mom, she really misses you guys." I tell my mom once I leave Amelia's room.

"Of course, sweetie, you know we always love you, even if your father is too stubborn to stop being so selfish right now."

"I know mom. I love you both too. Good night."

"Good night Beatrice."

And with that I hang up the phone call and head to my room. Yawning wide as I walk into my room and shed my work clothes in favor of some comfy sweats and a baggy t-shirt. I walk out into the living room to find Christina engrossed in some television show.

"So when are we going to get out and explore the town?" She asks me.

"Well my co-worker said they usually all go out on Friday nights and have few drinks together, but we don't know any reliable sitters in this area."

"What about the couple next door. They seem nice."

"Yeah I suppose, I just don't like leaving Amelia with people I don't know."

"I know, but what happens when she goes to school?" Christina asks.

"I use my resources to run thorough background checks on all of them." I joke back.

"Ha ha, Tris. I'm serious. We need to get out and live a little too."

"I know! Okay fine this Friday we'll go out. I'll ask the neighbors tomorrow if they mind watching Amelia for a few hours."

"Yes!" Christina jumps up from her spot on the couch with a fist pump in the air.

"Jeesh, I didn't realize you'd be so excited about one night out."

"Oh, I'm gonna make the best of this one night."

We laugh together for a while, joking about the last "night out" Christina had. She got completely wasted and I had to practically drag her home. A little while later, I excuse myself and head to bed. Tired from a full day of work and looking forward to another exciting day tomorrow.