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Well in this story, I'm adding an 8 month gap between when they have sex and then when they become dauntless. But after the extra 8 months I'm adding in, it won't be the plot from the book, it'll be as if the war never happened and they'll have a baby. I hope you all somehow know what I mean! So this chapter is set about 7 weeks after they had sex... And something's wrong.

Chapter Two: Pregnant.

(Tris's POV)

Oh my god. This could NOT be happening. I've missed my last two periods, I haven't had them... Also to put even more trouble on top of that... I threw up today, yesterday and the day before in the morning. I think I'm pregnant... I mean Tobias and I have only had sex just that one time, 7 weeks ago. Our one and only time. It was after we did it when I realised we did it unprotected. Oh god, what have I done?!

I'm only 16! I still have 4 months of fucking training left and then, if all goes well, I shall be a member of Dauntless. I mean the last stage of training, fear landscapes, has just finished. Also Molly and Drew have been cut. So the remaining ten of us are Dauntless. But they still want to fucking keep us for 8 fucking more months, just so we can practise fighting, gun work, knife work and our fear landscapes more. Well I'm not too annoyed about it. I mean, it means more time with Christina, Will, Uriah, Marlene, Lynn (and ugh... Peter) and Tobias...

I love him so much... Oh damn, how am I going to tell him he's gonna be a father?! Well I don't know for certain, but all the signs are right under my nose...

It's 10am and right now we're doing knife throwing. I need to get his attention...

I hold my hand high up. "Four? Can you help me?" I ask nervously. He chuckles and walks over, his arm round my hips.

"Yes Tris? What with?"

"I need to talk to you. Serious talk. Tonight in your room. Be there at 11pm, ok?" I whisper in his ear.

"Sure," He replies casually.

I knock timidly on the door to his room. "Can I come in?" I whisper, but soon realise that I said it in a really squeaky and high pitched way...

Then he opens the door fiercely and scowls at me. "Tris, I have already told you a million times that this is your room as well as mine and you don't need to ask to come in, silly child... Come on in babe," He chuckles. Great, now I'm terrified... Lord help me...

We sit on the bed in silence. "So... What do you wanna talk about?" He asks.

I take a deep breath, get ready to say the 3 words... But then a hysterical round of tears breaks me off. Stupid pregnancy hormones... Yep, I'm definitely pregnant...

"Tris?! God! What's wrong babe?" He then hugs me so tightly I can barely breath... Damn he's strong.

I practically choke the words out in between sobs. "Tobias. I'm late,"

"Late for what? Have you got to be somewhere?"

Really?! Guys just don't understand anything...

"No Tobias... My period's late. Like really late, I haven't had them... I puked this morning, yesterday morning and the morning before that! And I don't usually cry like this. I don't usually cry, at all. I think I'm pregnant with your baby..." I whisper, STILL in tears. He suddenly lets go off me, his eyes wide with horror and his mouth hanging open with shock.

Around 2 minutes later, I've finally stopped crying, and he actually says something! "Tris... Have you... Done a... Test?" He mutters.

"No, I don't want people finding out. I don't want people guessing the father. Everyone will think it's Uriah's or Will. Or worse, Peter's... But I'm 100% sure. I mean all the signs are here... Plus I have a gut feeling it's true..." I groan.

"Well... Congrats," He smiles.

Hang on... Is he annoyed? Scared? Unhappy? Happy? What?! "Tobias? Do you still want me, and this baby? Are you unhappy with the news?" I ask gesturing to my flat abdomen.

"Tris! I will always want you! And this baby! I'm more happy than I have ever been! Oh god! In... Hang on, how many weeks along are you?"

"Errrr... 7 weeks, since that's when we made love,"

" in about 33 weeks, I shall be a Dad... Oh Tris... I love you. More than you will ever know... Come here," He grins, then I spot a tiny tear rolling down his cheek. We then embrace. Our moths locked together, my hands on his neck and head, then his hands on my stomach.