Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, sadly, that Veronica Roth has created. I also don't own the Divergent Trilogy.
A/N: Hey guys, this is the sequel to Kids. This story follows Natalie Belle, Cale, Gray and Carter. Natalie is now sixteen and has a very large choice to make. She got Dauntless as her Faction test result, that's where she should go…, right? Maybe, maybe not. Time will tell.
Ages:
Tris- 31
Tobias/Four- 33
Natalie- 16
Cale and Gray- 7
Connor- 5
Christina- 31
Will- 31
Christan- 16
Carson- 5
Zeke- 33
Shauna- 32 almost 33
Calliegh- 18, still Dauntless
Hanna-9
Marlene- 31
Uriah- 31
Mario- 17, transferred to Amity. Divergent.
Jessica- 17, still Dauntless
Annie- 12
~ All Grown Up ~
"Natalie Belle Eaton! If you don't get down here right now, you are going to miss the bus and then you will have to ride the bus!" Tris yells up the stairs at Natalie while picking up her youngest son. "Now get down here, now!"
"Okay, okay, I'm coming. God, would you calm down for two seconds?" Natalie asks. The teenager comes bounding the stairs with her signature ripped skinny jeans and fall off the shoulder black crop top.
"Why aren't you wearing a tank top under that?" she asks, readjusting Connor on her hip.
"Because I don't have to?" Natalie guesses with a small shrug.
"Why don't you save both of our breaths and just go put on a tank top?" Tris sighs to the teenaged girl, who in return gave her mother a big huff and stopped off to her room. At least that I know she's not going to Amity, Tris thinks to herself with a groan. Oh, the joys of having a teenage daughter. The young mother then looks to Connor. "You're never gonna rebel against mommy are you?" Connor shakes his head. When he was three, their family doctor told Tobias, Tris' husband, she and that Connor had a pretty rare disease where he couldn't talk, but he could hear.
"There, are you happy?" Natalie asks, running down the stairs and to the front door for her black backpack.
"Very, now you better run if you want to get to the bus," she says. Natalie groans and runs out the door.
"Do you promise that you'll never rebel on mommy?" Tris asks while she leads the twins, who are probably really tired because they are being really quiet, out of the door and down to the train that is designated for the little kids that are twelve and under. Connor nods his head. "Good boy."
X
"What are you doing home so early?" Tris asks when Tobias walks through their front door, which, by the way, has had to be replaced more than three times. After all, they are Dauntless.
"My boss gave me the rest of the day off," he sighs, lying down on the couch.
"Why?" she asks her husband and falls on top of him, kissing his neck affectionately.
"We had too many people," he answers, kissing her softly. "So, it was very incredibly horrible for us all."
"Oh," she smiles and snuggles her head into his neck.
"Where's Beasterly?" he asks after a little bit.
"He's outside," she says and gives his neck a small peck. "I think that Cale or Gray gave him their broccoli that they had last night."
"I'm gonna lead towards Gray," he says. "Gray is more of a silent agent, and he works under cover."
"Probably, I don't know. But no he is throwing up every two seconds," she says. Tobias laughs and looks back at her with big eyes. "What do you want?"
"Can we have a good night tonight?" she scoffs and gets off of him. "What?"
"We already had one two nights ago," she says. "And I really don't want to."
"Why? Do you not want any more babies in the house?" he smirks.
"No, mainly because we had the chords tied three times so that we could ensure we don't have anymore," she tells him. "But, no, we can't."
"Why?" Tobias whines as Tris crawls off of him. Tris laughs at the pit that he has placed on his face.
"Don't give me that look, that's the face the Cale and Gray both give me when they want something else," she sighs, pulling the coffee bean grinds out of the cabinet.
"Yeah and they work on you, that's why I'm doing it," he smiles, standing from the bed and walk to hold her from behind. Tobias gently places kisses on her neck, making Tris squirm a little.
"Tobias, stop, the kids are going to be home soon," she says.
"Is Christina bringing them home? Other than Natalie," he asks against her skin.
"Yeah," the young mom nods and turns around in her husband's arms.
"Are you sure you don't want to?" he asks. "I'll give you a back rub after wards."
"That's really tempting," she sighs leaning her head on his chest. "Alright."
"Really?" she nods and he jumps up and down in excitement. He then stops and kisses her on the lips, before pulling apart and saying, "Shut up!"
"Fine, I guess that we won't," she shrugs and walks back into the living room. Tobias growls and throws his head back.
"Whatever!" Tobias cries out, throwing his head back in frustration.
X
"How was school?" Tris asks Cale and Gray as the family of six moves towards the cafeteria for supper that evening.
"It was alright," Cale sulks. "I still don't know why we have to go."
"Because we can't teach you everything that you need to do," she answers. "You're gonna use everything that you're learning when you grow up."
"I had a good day," Gray smiles and skips alongside Tris and Tobias.
"What did you do, baby?" she asks, running her hands through his blonde hair; something that he got from Tris.
"We made pictures," he smiles.
"What about you Natie?" Tobias asks his daughter, who is trudging along with them. "You seem down."
"We had the lectures about Choosing day and our aptitude test," she tells them, not looking up.
"Don't worry, honey," Tris says and wraps her arms around the small girl who is almost her own height. "It's not as bad as they make it seem like."
"We have to do the test and choose a faction, I don't want to do that," Natalie says.
"It is fine," Tobias says, picking up Connor and holding him against his torso, so that he could rest his head on his chest. "Like mom said, it isn't as hard as they make me see."
"I know," she sighs and looks up when they walk through the entrance to the cafeteria.
"Let's go," Tris steers the family near their usual table.
"I'll get some food," the husband says and hands off Connor to his wife.
"Sit down, sweetie, you look flushed," Tris tells the teenager who, as Tris said, looks like she was getting ready to pass out. "I'll get some water."
"Mom," Natalie reaches her arm out and stops her. Tris turns and sees that she had tears starting to form in her eyes. "What if I don't make the right decision?"
"Honey, you don't need to worry about whether or not you'll make a good decision. You are going to be okay," she says, hugging the girl, unfortunately she got Tris' height, so she was small. "You always make a great decision, just like you always do."
"Okay," she sniffs wiping under her nose. In her nostril was a small stud. Tobias almost flipped his lid when he saw it.
"You'll do fine."
"Thanks, mom."
A/N: So, I took a while to write this and I am hoping that you liked it all. Please Review and Favorite and then follow as well, because I like followers and favoriters. Is that what they're called? I don't know, I don't care.
~Lauren