The Beautiful Mistake

by Iheartwriting1

While training for the Dauntless army, Tris discovers that she is pregnant. And if that wasn't enough, her relationship with Tobias is rocky, since he is stressed out about fighting the war, that's going on - Huge demonstrations, people leaving their factions illegally. When Tris gets to see how bad it really is, she and Tobias seek help in Amity...

1. A different kind of test

Tris' POV:

Two lines? No, it can't be… I can't be. I squeeze the stick so hard between my hands that they begin to shake along with body. The sound of water dripping, probably from one of the taps, messes my mind even more op as I am feeling trapped inside a horror movie - my worst nightmare. Wake up, Beatrice! I wish it was a dream. I wish that in a few moments, Christina would wake me up with her 'lovely' shouting and the only thing I would have to worry about was morning war-training. I close my eyes, when tears start to string in them. I hardly ever cry, but the shock is overwhelming at 3 AM, alone, freezing and terrified… Suddenly my mother's warm voice runs through my head as a memory: "Are you nervous?" My lips can only form the words: "I'm terrified," Oh, why isn't she here with me? I needed her before and now more than ever… The sound of footsteps on the concrete floors in the halls makes me stiffen nervously, while I listen to someone walking in and right after, past the stall, where I'm standing, frozen. It's first when I start to breathe heavily, I decide to hide the test among the other trash in the garbage bin, flush the toilet and walk out of the stall, trying to act like I was just doing, what you are supposed to do in the bathroom. Thank the gods! It's Christina, looking weirdly awake considering that it must be 3.30 AM by now. "Tris?" she asks and looks over her shoulder, while in the middle of washing her hands. I nod casually, fearing that if I try to speak just a single word; my voice will crack due to the shock. She looks at me continuously as I turn on the water and rinse the sweat off of my hands. "Chris," I whisper, because I know that she isn't going to stop analyzing me, if I don't give her a proper answer. The voice that came out of my throat was obviously full of tears and panic. Hopefully, she doesn't notice, that I am sweating a bit. "Why are you up?" she asks stupidly, not looking at me. "I had to go to the bathroom," Even that sounds shaky. I can feel that she takes a good, analyzing look at me, before she suspiciously answers: "You know that you're a terrible liar, right?" I decide to ignore it, and walk out into the hallway instead. It's so hard, trying not to break down in frustration. Pregnant. That test says I'm pregnant.