Hello! Here's the new chapter. I know the story is kinda slow paced right now but it will pick up soon haha. Thanks for reading and please review! Oh, and for one of the questions asked in the reviews .. no overthinking, kinda on the right track. Maybe ;) And thanks for reviewing every chapter so far. It means a lot!

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Chapter 4

Tris's POV

The morning slowly turns into late afternoon as the multiple initiates practice defensive moves on the punching bag. I haven't spoken to Tobias at all, and have been purposefully staying at the other end of the room. It's not that I'm mad at him or anything, it's just that he's being nosy and I'm irritated. At what exactly, I don't know. My stomach hurts and, oh look, my headache's back again, and, if we're keeping track of things that are making my day shit, that girl from Erudite keeps looking at Tobias like he's a prize. I slowly walk over to her and her friend, who seem to be doing more talking than fighting, and quietly stand behind her. They don't hear me, but I definitely hear them.

"I mean look at him. He can't be single. He's too hot, Jordyn." Claire – yet another from Erudite says, gesturing to Tobias who is currently demonstrating an offensive maneuver to a group of boys. Honestly, you would think that with the intelligence flowing through Erudite they would have come up with a serum or something to get rid of ignorant girls with cravings for things they couldn't have. I shake my head. I really am irritated, huh. I look over as Tobias proceeds to gently flip one of the boys, if that's possible. I mean, if the word "muscle" doesn't describe the scene, then I don't know what else does.

"He has to be, Claire. If he wasn't, then why don't we ever see him with his girlfriend? He always sits with the trainers at dinner too! You can't tell me that he's not single," Jordyn retorts, and my mouth turns into a deep frown. The way Jordyn and Claire were talking wasn't bad or anything, not like how some of the Dauntless girls talk. It was cute, almost, like they were chasing after a school boy. And appalling, the way they wanted to be with him just because of looks. But it was Tobias, and not a school boy. Therefore I didn't like it. At all.

"Maybe he's dating a trainer," Claire states, hitting the punching bag. Smart girl. "Besides, he's like four years older than you."

"So? He won't care once he gets to know me," She says wiggling her eyebrows, and all thoughts "cute" disappear from my head as I try not to gag. "And anyway, my personality's great too. If you really think he's dating a trainer, then it's no wonder why you transferred out of Erudite. That chatter box one is obviously dating that one tall dude, and the other trainer is a guy, so.."

I smirk at the thought of Uriah and Tobias being a couple, and I nearly almost laugh at the images of a pampered looking Uriah in a skirt holding hands with Tobias.

"What about Tris?" Claire asks, just as a knock sounds on the door and the cries of a baby fill my ears. Theo.

I dart to the door and pull it open, Tobias already on my heels as his hand finds the small of my back. I don't suppose anyone else really heard the crying, since it was relatively quiet, but I could.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I briskly walk to Shauna and Zeke down the hallway. Tobias's face scrunches up in concern and, if it wasn't for the circumstances I would have found it somewhat adorable. But now -

"Shauna!" My voice grows louder, more impatient. "What's wrong?"

"Calm down Mama Bear, geeze Louise," Zeke snickers, almost immediately replying to me when Tobias glares at him.

"Nothing's wrong -," I raise my eyebrow at him and he rolls his eyes. "Nothing is wrong, Tris. He just – he misses you. He hasn't stopped crying since you left and he's wearing himself out, the little tyke. We tried everything, but.. I mean he barely sees you, Four, and now you both are gone all the time and," he gestures the the crying baby in Shauna's arms and Tobias snatches him up in an instant.

"Is Uncle Zeke a smelly git, Theo? Huh? Is that why your sad?" Tobias coos at Theo and his tears start to slow.

"Man, dude! You've turned into a big softy!" Zeke chuckles. Tobias hits him playfully and the coffee Zeke was holding sloshes around. As I get a whiff of the drink, my stomach turns – this time for real – and I take off towards the chasm to empty the contents of my stomach.

"Tris! Tris!" I hear Tobias yell.

"I'll go," Shauna says and I hear loud footsteps pounding after me as I dry heave – having nothing in my body to physically throw up. My body convulses before I turn around and sink towards the floor, my back pressed sharply against the fence that wraps around the chasm. I shove my head in my hands and take deep breaths, trying to rid the taste from my mouth.

"Hey, Hey, you're okay," Shauna says soothingly as she sits down next to me. I take one more breath before looking up at her. She holds out a piece of gum.

"Sorry," I laugh shakily.

"Ha. Don't be. Zeke's been hungover too many times to count, but," her eyebrows furrow in worry, "you aren't hungover. Are you sick?'

I sigh. I sure as hell felt sick. "I don't know."

"Maybe you should eat something, take a nap?"

I laugh before pulling myself up off the floor and offering a hand to Shauna.

"After that little episode, I think not."

She chuckles a bit, but looks at me in question before shaking her head.

"Are you sure you're good?"

"Spiffy," I clap my hands on my thighs. " I should get back to training," I say, before turning around and finding my way back to the room.

Tobias's POV

I watch Tris take off down the hallway and, if it wasn't for Theo in my arms, I would have been right behind her.

"I'll go," Shauna tells me, and I silently thank her. I turn to Zeke but, before I can ask him anything, he points to the door. I see the heads of my nosy initiates poking out the doorway and I groan.

"You might wanna go deal with all of that," he says make giant hand gestures before bidding me goodbye and leaving me standing in the middle of the hallway confused with a squirming baby in my arms.

"Well I guess it's just you and me bud," I say to Theo as I turn on my heel towards the training room. "You better not get hit by a knife or your mom will kill us both before you can even walk."

As I near the initiates, my glare turns hard.

"Did I tell you to stop?" I ask, shifting Theo in my arms and inwardly groaning about how non-intimidating I must look at the moment. "Or are you all asking to hang off the chasm for 10 minutes? Each?" Theo begins whimpering in my arms and I slowly rock him up and down, bringing him tightly to my chest.

"You can't do that," Jordyn says, winking at me. I scowl at her.

"Why don't you ask that chatter box trainer dating that one tall dude about her experience on he edge of the railing? I'm sure you'll enjoy that." I say harshly, staring at her in the eyes. She blushes and turns away, and angry expression creeping onto her face. They all begin to go back towards their punching bags just as Theo's whimpers turn into tears.

I quietly start humming to him as I walk as far away as possible from the initiates, knowing that if they heard me, I'd forever be banished of my "harsh" attitude and demeanor.

I see the top of Tris's head, her blonde hair gleaming in the light, and she walks in looking paler and weaker than ever. My eyebrows scrunch up in concern – something they've been doing quite often lately – as she walks towards me.

"Wait," I hear Claire say and I manage to suppress a groan. When had initiates become so annoying? I look at her with a blank expression.

"Who's baby is that?"

"My son," I say casually turning around, but on the inside I feel somewhat proud that this baby is indeed, my son – Tris's son.

"Our son," I repeat to myself softly as I look at Tris. I hear a gasp but ignore it as she takes Theo from me and cradles him to her small frame as if to comfort herself, rather than him.

"What was that?" I ask her, indicating to the door.

"Nothing. I – uh – I just remembered I had to tell Christina something."

"You look sick, Tris. Worn out."

"Great. Just what every girl wants to hear. What a charmer." she says sarcastically before sitting on the stool behind the score sheets.

"Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" I whisper, crouching to her eye level. She just stares off to the side and says nothing. I sigh before standing up and kissing her hair.

Someone needed to tell those initiates to quit their nosy staring and, with Tris barely being able to stand straight, she wasn't going to be the one.

"How. Many. Times," I seeth and grit my teeth as I stalk towards them. "Do I need to ask you? Did I tell you to stop?"

I don't think I've ever seen anybody hit a punching bag as fast as those initiates did.

Tris's POV

I sit there cradling Theo and cringe as Tobias stalks over to the initiates, practically growling at them. Theo squirms in my arms and I look down to find him staring after his father, whimpering. The needy little kid, I think while smirking.

I rock him back and forth but it does nothing. Theo's a ticking time bomb. He wants his father. Slowly, I rise from the stool and walk through the initiates, my body protesting every movement.

"To-Four," I whisper. Tobias doesn't hear me as he stands straight with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, glaring at the initiates hacking at their punching bags.

"Four." I say a little louder, clearing my throat. I look up to see I've caught the attention of Jordyn and her mingy little side kick, Claire. I roll my eyes before turning back to Tobias. Theo starts to cry and I sigh, resting my hand on Tobias shoulder. His whole body stiffens as he turns around and his face is cemented in a hard expression, only his eyes soft as he looks at me and then Theo. I know he's mad at me. I'm mad at me. I keep lying to him and I don't even know why.

"Come here," Tobias whispers softly, slowly scooping Theo into his arms and gently placing his left hand on the small of my back. He guides me over to where the rankings are recorded and continues to rock Theo up and down. I can still feel Jordyn's eyes burning on my neck, and a fierce feeling of discomfort spreads down my spine. I shudder.

"Hey, hey." I look up to see Tobias, as usual, calming Theo down in an instant. I fit a hand to the counter and grimace as I slowly lower myself onto the stool. My stomach is at it again, trying to kill me. Bending over with my arms folded against my stomach, I groan – apparently loud enough for Tobias to hear. He looks at me harshly before sighing and turning away.

"You're sick," he states matter of factly, staring at the initiates.

"I'm fine," I insist, though through gritted teeth. My fingers now dig into my side as the churning intensifies. He turns back around and props Theo up high onto his chest in one arm before bending his knees forward and leaning back so he is somewhat closer to my sitting level. He takes my face in his hand, his thumb stroking my cheek softly.

"Tris," his voice cracks and my eyes snap up to his. Tobias's features are etched with concern and his eyes pierce mine. He is tired too.

"You're in pain." I manage a slight laugh and take his hand in my own.

"Nothing I haven't felt before. That one," I point to Theo and raise my eyebrows. "Was terrible."

As if on cue, Theo giggles and Tobias lets out a small grin.

Okay. It's short, I know. Today and tomorrow are a bit busy, but I am pretty sure I'll have up longer chapters by Thursday or so – hopefully. Thanks for reading and stuff! Please review!