I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT.

This one kinda shows Tobias' soft side towards Tris. Sweet C": Actually he's a big softie towards her during a lot of this fanfiction.

TRIS POV….

This is awful, is all I can think as I throw up into our bathroom toilet. This is awful this is awful this is awful. I haven't gotten a solid night's rest since I became pregnant. Of course, that hasn't been very long, but it's still taxing. Not to mention I'm otherwise drained and I have no appetite. And I have to work tomorrow. I heave again into the toilet. Why, kid, why? Just then I hear Tobias' footsteps walk in after me.

"Go away," I force through clenched teeth at him. Before I start yelling at you, I think. He heads my warning, but comes back with a warm washcloth. He makes sure I'm done heaving before he does anything. Then he picks me up from the ground gently.

"What're you-" I say, starting to flail in his arms.

"Shh. I think I have a solution," he says, cradling me in his arms. He takes me and a trash can from the bathroom to the bedroom silently. He lays me down first, then snuggles me into his chest. I listen to his heartbeat for a long minute before he talks.

"Why is it always at night?" he asks me. "This isn't morning sickness, this is night sickness." He runs the warm washcloth over my forehead. I didn't expect this would actually work, but for now, the nausea has subsided. Maybe it's just that he's here with me.

"I don't know," I breathe. "I'm convinced the kid hates me, that's why it's doing this. This is it's revenge for us having premarital sex." I feel the rumble of Tobias' chest as he laughs.

He wraps his arms around my waist to the back and rubs small circles up and down my the small of my back. I didn't realize how tense I was. I moan quietly into Tobias' chest and feel him chuckle slightly again, but before I know it, I'm starting to doze. He was right, he did have a solution.

"You're an angel," I murmur into the flesh underneath his skin, right before I fall asleep.

"You deserve the best I can give," He mutters quietly. I go to sleep with a smile on my lips.

The next morning I wake up to a gentle shake of my shoulders. Tobias looks at me with a concerned expression. "You gonna skip work today, Tris? I think you should stay-"

"Ugh, work," I groan, beginning to stand up. "I have to go Tobias, or they'll fire me." Tobias puckers his lips but otherwise doesn't complain. He manages to feed me an egg this morning after I shower. He doesn't have to work today, so he sends me out with a kiss and makes me promise to come back for lunch. I smile, feeling a little better, and walk towards the random huge building that I'm cleaning today.

Work starts out fine. The get me to sweep the lobby in the mornings, so it's not that bad. After I sweep, I usually mop the less used parts of the building. That's when it starts to get bad. The smell of chemicals and dirty water turns my stomach and I barely make it to the bathroom before I throw up my entire breakfast in a toilet. A toilet that I just cleaned a few days ago. The few people in there stare at me, one older lady gives me a sympathetic look of understanding, like she's gone through this before. But I don't worry about any of them, and soon they file out.

After I compose myself I go back to my spot, just to find my boss standing beside my mop bucket, propped up against the wall. Her name is Mrs Sandra. She's a short, stout, older woman with curly brown hair. I grunt and go ahead to talk to her. What's the worst she can do, right? Oh yeah, fire me.

"Oh, hi Mrs. Sandra," I say, rubbing the back of my hair with my hand.

"Tris, why weren't you at your spot? I was just doing my rounds and you weren't here. Why's that?" She's using her boss voice, one that I especially don't enjoy. Mrs. Sandra is a nice person, don't get me wrong, but she can be firm. She reminds me of an english teacher that I had when I was younger.

"I was in the bathroom," I try to say nonchalantly, trying to be as vague as possible.

"For fifteen minutes?"

I sigh. I can't get out of this one, Mrs. Sandra is too perceptive. But she's had kids. Maybe she'll understand.

"You see," I say, trying to word this carefully, "I haven't felt too well for the past few days, and-"

"Tris," she says in her no nonsense tone of voice. She's starting to get aggravated with me.

I look away from her. "Morning sickness," I whisper. "I found out I was pregnant a few days ago, and it's not treating me too well." I look her in the eye. "That's why."

Her expression softens some, and I begin to feel my cheeks flush slightly. "I'm sorry," I say, "but I can't really do anything about it."

"I thought that's what it might be," she says, running a hand through her curly hair. She sighs. "Tris, I know that you probably want to keep this job, but all these chemicals won't be good for your baby. And the physical labor is taxing enough in a normal conditions. I'll keep a job open for you, if you want to work here after you have the baby," she says, patting me on the shoulder. "But for your safety, I'm afraid I'll have to let you go."

I sigh. "Great," I say. "My day's just getting better and better." I quietly thank her, bitterly, and then I leave without a backwards glance.

It's almost lunchtime anyway, so Tobias will be expecting me.

By the time I've finished walking home, all I want to do is take a nap and try to forget this whole day. Tobias was right, I should've just stayed home.

Tobias is laying on the couch, reading a book. When he hears the door click he sets the book on his stomach and looks at me warmly. "Hey, hun, how was your day? I made some tomato soup if you want… some." He sees my expression and his face sombers. "Hey, what's wrong?" He holds out his arms, "C'mere." I walk over to him and he folds me up in his arms before laying down again, my torso pressed flat against his. He wraps his arms around my back and rubs small circles. He doesn't ask any further questions. He waits until I'm ready to talk about it.

"I got fired," I say solemnly, bitterly, although I'm not crying.

"What?" he says, surprised. "Why'd you get fired?"

"Let me just put it this way- it seems the night sickness has turned into all day sickness. And my boss also doesn't think all the cleaning chemicals are good for my health. So, yeah, no job."

He waits for a minute, I guess trying to find the right words. He just settles at "I'm sorry, Tris. That's not fair. But hey, now you can sleep in late." His words do have some truth to them, though.

"But that puts more pressure on you to work and earn money," I say. But my words don't have any bite in them right now, mainly because I'm enjoying him rubbing my back so much.

"Nah, don't worry about it. If I can handle a war, I can handle a bunch of oversized jerks with hammers." a laugh rumbles in his chest. "No, you just worry about growing that bundle of cells in your belly, now." I hear him take a deep breath. He kisses the top of my head. "My love."