Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, sadly, that Veronica Roth has created. I also don't own the Divergent Trilogy.

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~Chapter 5~

~Tris~

I wake up when I feel a thump on my chest. It's not that heavy, but it was enough to wake me up. I slowly open my eyes to see Connor sitting on my chest. I laugh at the sight and lift my head to look at him a little easier.

"Hi, Connor," I smile, running my hand through his messy morning hair. "Is there any particular reason that you woke mommy up like this?"

He shakes his head and rolls off towards Tobias' side of the bed, which is empty. "Do you know where daddy is?" Connor nods his head and gets off of me and my husband's bed. He walks over to my side of the bed and pulls, or tries because mainly I am pulling myself, me off of the bed and leads me out the door and down the stairs where the smell of pancakes and bacon, my favorite, wafts my senses. "Whoa..."

"Do you like it?" Tobias smiles coming out of the kitchen wearing a cute 'kiss the cook' apron.

"Well, it smells amazing, but I am not really sure how it will taste," I laugh and pick up my baby boy, holding him against my hip, before placing him in his favorite chair. I kiss Tobias on the lips and he gladly kisses back. "Where are the twins?"

"They are currently making smoothies for us," he smiles. I frown and my eyes widen. "What?"

"You let our eight year old, dauntless children be alone in the kitchen with a kitchen appliance?" I ask him, placing a hand on my hip. He opens his mouth, about to say something until an explosion comes from the kitchen. I sigh and walk into the actual kitchen, ready for anything. As soon as I walk in, I want to scream, but I can't because my twins point at each other and say, in unison. "It was his idea!"

"Actually, it was your idea," I smirk, turning towards my husband, who is looking really scared and guilty right now. Connor is standing on his chair and had a big smile on his face while he watches the scene in front of him. "Well, you know what. I think that we should make daddy clean up this mess while we eat our breakfast."

"Yeah!" Cale and Gray cheer, running out of the kitchen and over to the dining room table to fill their black holes that we like to call their stomachs.

"Have fun, baby," I smile and kiss him on the lips and cheek.

"You do realize that you owe me now, right?" he asks, kissing me back. I nod and smirk.

"I know. I wouldn't say that I owe, just as much as it is an award," I whisper in his ear.

"Alright, I will be looking forward to that tonight," he smiles, running to get cleaning supplies for the kitchen walls. I smile and look at our big clock on the wall. 7:03 am.

"Alright kiddies, mommy has to get ready. So, please be good for daddy," I plead to the kids. They all nod as they practically lick their plates clean of syrup. I nod and make my way to go up and get ready for my day.

X

~Natalie~

I roll out of bed at exactly six thirty this morning. Mom and dad have always woken me up at this time ever since I turned ten for my daily run around the compound. I guess that I just became really used to waking me up at this time so I didn't need them to.

I sigh and try to maneuver around the other cots with kind of ninja moves. I succeed and go to change in the bathroom into some comfortable leggings and a black sports bra. Once I'm done, I toss my clothes on the cot and start my run.

When I'm down in the stores part of the compound, where there are a lot of people setting up shop, I pass the tattoo shop and see the neon open sign on. I stop and look for one of the attendants. I spot Tori's signature dread locks and smile, walking through the front door.

"Hey Aunt Tori!" I greet and she turns around with a small smile on her face.

"Hey Natalie! What are you doing here?" she asks. I get why. It's because dad basically banned me from coming into the tattoo parlor and I am going to take a strong guess that mom hadn't told her that I could a piercing or tattoo. Well, maybe she didn't say anything about how I could maybe get a tattoo, but looks like Tori doesn't know that.

"Mom told me that I could get my nose pierced and a tattoo," I smile. It's not an actual lie. All that it is is a little white lie about the tattoo. She smiles and gestures over to the tattoo design table. "Which ones has mom got?"

"She got crows for every member of her family," she says. I nod and look at all the different designs. There are just too many designs to pick from.

"I don't know what I want to get," I sigh. Tori laughs and comes over to help me.

"What about this?" she asks, holding up a sign. On the plate is the number ten with a bunch of flames coming out of them.

"Why ten?" I ask curiously.

"Before you were born and when they were picking names, your dad was going around and when people would ask how you were doing, he would always say, 'Ten is doing amazing,'" she laughs and I quirk an eyebrow at the super weird story.

"As weird as that story is, I say let's do it," I smile, handing the template over to her.

Tori smiles, "Alright, have a seat in the chair and I will be right over.

X

When Tori is done, there is a small ten at the top of my left wrist, which is now wrapped in gauze. There are red, orange and yellow flames surrounding it and I am so happy that I chose this. After that I got a stud in the side of my right nostril. It's a black diamond and I love it. The only thing that I didn't think about was that I would start our initiation this morning. Crap.

So, here I am now. Wearing my black sweatpants and red sports bra, waiting for mom to tell us about our training. My dad would be taking care of the transfers this year and I was very glad for that.

"Everyone calm down and shut up!" mom yells to everyone. I sigh and lightly punch the girl standing next to me in the ribs. We are all in a semi-circle with my mom on the edge. She, Lauren, glares down at me and rolls her eyes and looks over to mom. "Thank you. Your training will consist of two phases. The first one physical and the next one will be mental. Your ranks will be combined with the transfers. The first stage will be by yourselves and then in the second will combine all of you."

A couple of groans come from everyone, but other than that everyone seems to get the idea of initiation. "There will be a small group of you that will not make it. If you are in the bottom, you will become..." mom coughs a little before continuing, "factionless." I shiver at that name. Factionless scare me. They don't know where they belong in the world and that just freaks me out. "Alright, we'll start off with a few fighting techniques. Everyone to a punching bag."

X

~Tris~

"Natalie?" I ask my daughter, coming up to her while she punches the crap out of a punching bag, even though it is barley moving. I see that white gauze on her wrist and really hope that it is what I think it is. Natalie doesn't stop. "Natalie."

"What?" she asks obviously annoyed with me right now. I don't care though. I motion to her wrist. She stares at it too and then goes back to the punching.

"Please tell me that you did not get a tattoo," I whisper. Natalie stops her punching, turns to me and give her a small smile.

"I love you, mommy?" she tries.

"You had better hope that your dad doesn't see it," I say walking away and then turning right back around. "What did you get anyway?"

"Tori talked me into getting the number ten on my wrist with flames around," I smirk at this. Natalie smiles a little before she goes back to the punching bag. I laugh a little and go back around to the others.

X

A/N: hey guys. So when I finished this I was at the theatre so I couldn't update the story, but I have updated so… Please do not hate me!

~Lauren