Decided to write one myself!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT!

I wake up in the bed I share with Tobias, smiling about a delicious feeling that probably has something to do with the fact that Tobias and I had IT last night for the tenth night in a row. I roll over to face sleeping Tobias, but instead am shocked to find his blue eyes staring into mine. "Hey, babe" he says in a dead sexy voice. I am about to scold him for calling me that, when I remember that, since he propose to me last night and he is now my fiancée, he has every right to. "Hey, baby." I say in what I hope is an equally sexy voice, stressing the 'y' of baby. I obviously fail, as Tobias bursts out laughing. I smile with him, and am about to get out of bed, when the first wave of nausea sweeps over me.

I am at the toilet in a flash, vomiting Tobias' homemade chicken soup out, Tobias pulling my hair back and rubbing my back. "Hey, my cooking's not THAT bad." he says, to which I giggle. Wait, GIGGLE? What the heck? Tris does NOT giggle, that's Christina. I barely have time to organize my thoughts, however, as I am suddenly vomiting the little that is left of last night's dinner. I keep vomiting for another ten minutes, by which time Tobias has called the infirmary, and when I am finally done, I notice his face is as white as a sheet.

"What is it, Tobias? Can big bad Four not stand a little vomit?" I joke, but Tobias just shakes his head. That's when I realize he is dead serious.

Fearing the worst, I ask the fateful question: "Tobias, is it just the flu or something, or more than that?" my voice is practically begging, and Tobias just nods his head slowly, before eventually starting with, "When did you last have your period?"

I look at him for a while, silently figuring it out, before gasping and saying, "I'm late! Oh, Tobias, what if - "

"Well, Tris, the infirmary said that it COULD just be flu, but, as you seem to be late on your period and you giggled earlier - don't think I missed that - it is most likely pregnancy." I am frozen with shock. I am only SEVENTEEN! Yeah, Tobias and I are getting married, and, yeah, we want to have children (We talked about once, a couple days ago), but children, we both agreed, are for the future, when I am at least twenty. Not SEVENTEEN.

"Well, I'll get a couple of tests today whilst you hang out with Zeke, Will and Uri or something. Only problem is, I promised I'd go shopping with Chris, and you know what she's like. She'll probably end up coming with me, and then she would know if I'm pregnant or not, and she is like the BIGGEST loud-mouth of freaking Dauntless!" I am now shouting, tears that are clear signs of hormones streaming down my face.

"Sshhh, babe, don't worry. If you are pregnant, we can announce it at dinner, yeah? I am SURE Chris will be able to keep a secret for a couple of hours. Okay?" Tobias says, unbelievably calm. I nod my head and he goes off to put on some eggs, Abnegation food, whilst I shower and get ready.

"You're WHAT?!" Christina screams, and I quickly tell her to quieten down, or the whole compound will hear.

"I am possibly pregnant." I say quietly, before adding, "So we need to get about three tests. Now, come on." I say, dragging her into the pharmacy, which is buzzing with life due to the amount of injuries Dauntless acquire.

About half an hour later, and Chris and I have chosen three, which either: show a baby if you're pregnant, has a smiley face if you're pregnant, and has the actual word 'pregnant' if you are. I follow the instructions and patiently wait the longest five minutes of my life, before checking them.

CRAP!

They are all, one hundred percent positive.

I cry, hormones, I guess, before realizing that I have to tell Tobias, which, although we kind of already found out this morning, I am dreading. I decide to tell him as soon as possible, which is most likely gonna be lunchtime, and Chris and I decide to do some brief baby window-shopping, as we can easily go clothes shopping in the afternoon.

I see some CUTE unisex outfits that I HAVE to get, geez, Chris really IS rubbing off on me, but Chris tells me to save it for when people know you're pregnant, because, me being the co-owner of the best tattoo place in Dauntless means that people keep tabs on me, and it would be weird if I was suddenly seen buying baby clothes with no bump. I grudgingly agree, and it is soon lunchtime.

"Hey, babe." Tobias says, before pulling me into a deep kiss. My hair hide his lips as he whispers, "So, did you take some test?" to which I answer with a nod. "So?!" he asks, asking questions in a tone I thought only Chris could have, and I simply nod, and we finally pull apart, which is when I notice the pools of tears (Joyful, I hope) that have appeared in his beautiful eyes. That's when I suddenly notice everyone at our table, no, in the cafeteria, watching us.

Zeke breaks the silence by saying, "Whoa, Four, did Tris bite your lip or something? Because, I thought big bad Four could stand anything?" which fails to gain any laughs, and instead earns death glares from Tobias and I. Tobias looks to me for consent, and I simply nod my head slightly, before he drops the bomb.

"Well, I just found out my fiancée is pregnant with my child, so I would have thought that that would have given me SOME reason to be slightly emotional." his comment makes everyone more silent, if that's even possible, for about two seconds, before everyone breaks into a huge orchestra of cheers of congratulations, to which Tobias and I simple smile and thank people for.

When we eventually get home, after shopping with Chris and dinner, we flop into bed, with only just enough energy left to do IT (A/N Don't know why, I talk about it frequently when talking about Divergent, but I am NOT gonna say the word in my fan fiction, so, go ahead, call me a pansy cake, but let me just say that impersonating Uriah by saying pansy cake makes YOU a pansy cake. Damn, now I'm a pansy cake.) for the eleventh night in a row. At some point, whilst we are catching our breath, Tobias says "Hey, it was our fault that we weren't bothered enough to use protection, but I have a feeling that it was meant to be this way. I mean, now we are having a baby, and we can't chicken out or anything, because, I mean, abortion sucks and should be illegal apart from under dire circumstances, so we are definitely gonna be parents." The last thing I remember before falling asleep is Tobias' hand on my still-flat stomach.

So, I know, sucks, right? Like, really, REALLY sucks. In fact, why did I decide to write this? If this story doesn't get at least three reviews within two weeks, I think I'll delete this story, as, if no one likes it, there's no point for it. SO, REVIEW!

~bookgeekfromblackheath