Four POV

Just as me and Eric are walking out with Tris I feel a needle go in my arm. As I fall down I also see Eric drop as well. I try to move but it seems my arms are paralysed. I try my legs but I cant move them either. I try shouting out for help but my voice seems to have reduced to a small whisper. My eyelids become to be heavy and Darkness consumes me.

"Toby, I'm home!" Tris' voice fills the air as she walks in slightly windswept.

"Hey beautiful." I say whilst smirking. Tris hates it when I call her beautiful.

"Stop it" She says whilst laughing. "I don't know why you call me beautiful because I'm not." Here we go again. I internally sigh and look to Tris.

"If you weren't beautiful or smart or kind I would have never married you. Or have kids with you." As I say the last bit I look pointedly at her bulging baby bump.

"I guess... Anyway, I have brought cak-" I don't let her finish as I am already investigating the bags she brought home. As I look in the bag with the dauntless symbol on I see a huge piece of Dauntless Cake. Immediately I shove it in my mouth.

"Oh My Gosh Tobias Eaton! You are such a pig!" I mumble out a sorry as best as I can seeing as I still have cake in my mouth.

Suddenly, the phone starts ringing and I start walking towards it but Tris cuts me of. I look at her in confusion then she points at my mouth. Ohhh. I still have cake in my mouth.

I sulk out the room and head upstairs into our room. I can hear muffled mumbling and Tris laughing. She must be on the phone to Chris. She ends the call and starts preparing dinner. I lie down on our bed and start drifting of. That is until I hear a piercing scream. I run down stairs and see Tris on the floor clutching her bump surrounded by.. water?

"DONT JUST FUCKING STAND THERE! CALL THE AMBULANCE" Wait?! Is Tris in labour... SHIT! I once agin run around trying to find the phone and as soon as I find it I call the ambulance.

Chris POV

We continue playing whilst Tris is pleasing Eric and Four. I will admit I am slightly drunk but who cares?!

"Okay! We are now gonna play a game." Uriah slurs.

"No shit Sherlock." Zeke mumbles but Uriah hears and puts on the best insulted face ever.

"Lets play paintball." We all look at Peter and nod our heads. Drunk paintball is always fun I guess. We all hurry out the door and walk down the street. On our journey we managed to acquire some glass and a book about dicks. Uriah seems very interested by this weirdly.