I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT.

TRIS POV…..

I learn quickly that I get bored fast around the house. The first week I don't work I just sleep all day and try to cope with the sickness the best I can. It actually isn't any easier now, but In a few weeks I'm a lot more used to this "pregnant" thing, or the thought of it at least. I'm still scared, but not as badly as I was before. The only bad thing is that I can't really keep anything down. I've lost about fifteen pounds. Tobias tries to get me to eat, I know it's worrying him, but it doesn't stay down two hours before it comes right back up. Every now and then, Christina comes by to check up, and she always brings food.

Today, she comes unexpectedly.

I'm lying on the couch, trying to stifle my nausea and get a little shut eye before Tobias comes home from work. Christina opens up the door and I hiss, covering my eyes with my hands.

"Close the door. Too bright," I say, sounding like dracula. I can still manage to pull a joke every now and then, even in my fragile state.

"Oh shut up, you sissy. I brought food," she laughs at me.

"Eew, not food. I just ate, I'm not hungry." I give all the excuses in one breath.

Christina pauses for a minute, then plops down beside me on the couch. She stares at me for a minute before frowning. "How much weight have you lost?"

I sigh. "Honestly, I have no idea." I give her a pointed look. "And don't tell me I'm not eating, I'm trying my best. It just won't stay down."

Christina sighs. "Have you gone to the doctor? They might get you some meds for this kind of thing."

"I've planned on it." I make that lie right up on the spot. Tobias doesn't really know how badly this is affecting me. "Tobias was actually going to take me next week sometime. But until then, I'm screwed." I plop back down on the couch and rub my almost- flat abdomen subconsciously. "This kid is killing me." Just then a wave of nausea hits me and I have to run to the bathroom to throw up some eggs that I ate earlier this morning. Christina comes running in after me, concerned.

"What can I do to help?" she asks, almost panicked. She's not used to seeing me like this.

"It always helps when Tobias rubs circles in my lower back," I murmur, my head hanging over the toilet. She nods consent and immediately starts rubbing circles in my back. I let out a quiet moan and she stifles a relieved laugh.

After I'm able to stand again, she leads me to the table in the kitchen and makes me some tea. I sip at it, but mainly for her benefit. She sits down next to me.

"I thought pregnancy would be more enjoyable than this," she says, laughing sarcastically.

"But you don't have to go through it," I say, sneering at her.

"True. But now I'm going to worry about you and dream about you throwing your guts up in the toilet. Expect me to come over more often." She shines a toothy grin at me. "But of course, Beatrice Prior doesn't complain, she's doing just fine."

"I am doing fine, a lot of women go through this," I argue, managing to smile at her slightly.

"That doesn't make it any easier."

Just then, Tobias comes in, his black shirt peppered with white paint. He takes his shoes off and walks over to us.

"Everything okay?" He raises an eyebrows.

"Well," Christina says, "Your girl just threw up half of her stomach and then told me that this is normal."

Tobias looks at me worriedly. "You told me you were feeling better and throwing up less."

"She's also a good liar," Christina points out. I give her a look. "Hey, I'm doing this for your own good."

"Okay, so I'm not feeling amazing. I'm fine."

"Tris," Tobias says firmly. "Remember a long time ago, when we agreed we wouldn't lie to each other?" His expression is worried and stern, a little scared. "Remember?"

I sigh, defeated. "Okay, so I still feel like crap, but I really am learning how to cope. And we scheduled a doctor's appointment for next week anyway, so-"

"I don't remember scheduling a doctor's appointment," Tobias says, opening the fridge to grab a gallon of milk, and Christina gives me a pointed, almost angry look. Christina mouths at me 'liar.' He turns around. "But I'm taking you tomorrow. I don't have to work."

"Alright," I say, sighing. I'm cornered now. "Tomorrow."

….

The next day, at the doctor's office, the doctor weighs me and says I've lost nearly fifteen pounds, as I've suspected. Tobias keeps scowling as the doctor goes through the examination. It's like he thinks it's his fault. But his expression begins to lighten after the doctor does a pelvic exam and says that the baby's just fine. I finally breathe a sigh of relief, too.

They give me a couple types of pills. One to give me extra nutrients and one to remedy my nausea. By the time I go home with Tobias, I'm finally feeling hopeful. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I put one around his waist. After all these years, he still gives me the same fiery feeling in my chest when I'm near him.

Christina is at our house when I walk in. I hold up the two bottles of pills and stick out my tongue at her. "Are you happy now?"

"Very happy, actually," she says, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Hey, I made you guys some sandwiches, and now since you can eat, you can eat my cooking. I sigh and just nod, rolling my eyes at her. Christina can be abrasive at times. She can be, well, Candor, but she means the best and loves me. And I love her, too.

…..

I'm so relieved in the next few weeks when the nausea medicine works. It's a Godsend, honestly, because my appetite is really starting to pick up. I bet I've almost made up the fifteen pounds that I've lost. And I have the strangest cravings. Right now I want to stuff both an entire cow and ten buckets of ice cream in my mouth simultaneously. And some days I send Tobias to buy me what I desire. And he does. Sometimes I feel bad for doing it, but I just want it so badly. I eat nearly all day, and when Christina brings me some of her homemade goodies, I stuff those down my throat, too.

One day when she brings me a chicken pot pie, she tells me about it.

"This is amazing," I tell her as I practically inhale the food. "Thank you so much. I love you, Christina."

"It's just a chicken pot pie," she says, scratching her hair. She kind of laughs at me. "So you're at that stage then, huh? The one where you put on twenty pounds and eat for hours upon end?"

"It seems so," I say, sighing. I laugh. "But I can't help it. Everything tastes so much better than it did before." I laugh again, rubbing my hand over the slight bump underneath my shirt. "Oh yeah!" I say to Christina, standing up. "Look at this." I lift my shirt up slightly, revealing my lower abdomen and the little bump forming just over my belly button. "I just noticed it a few days ago."

Christina's eyes grow wide and a small, warm smile forms on her lips. "Well look at that." She reaches her hand up to touch it, then she remembers to ask permission. "Um, can I?"

"Of course," I say, chuckling slightly. Her hand runs over my skin, and a warm rush flows through me. I smile. There's a child in there, right underneath her hand. A living being.

"That's amazing," she replies, withdrawing her hand. I pull my shirt down and sit down again.

"Yeah," I sigh. "It really is."

….

That night I show Tobias when we're lying in bed together. I lift my shirt up to show him, and his reaction is priceless. His eyes meet mine and one of his rough, warm hands touches the little bump. The expression in his eyes is first amazement, then it turns to sort of a guarded fear.

"We…. I. We made that?" He asks me, his dark blue eyes searching mine.

"Yep," I say, smiling at him.

"Tris, it's so… small. So fragile. What if I… hurt it?"

"Well, Tobias, I'm pretty sure it's protected in there."

"That's not what I mean," he says, his eyes glancing away from mine. "Like, hurt it like Marcus hurt me."

"Tobias…." I say, framing his face in my hands. "You would never do that. I know you. I know you, you wouldn't hurt our baby."

"Then how did Marcus do it?" His eyes are scared. He's scared of himself.

"Marcus did it because he's evil," I say, my eyes like stone. "And you are good, Tobias, you're good. You aren't like him. I know you, and if you were like him, I wouldn't trust you enough to have a baby with you. But I trust you, and I love you, and so does this baby." I place my hand on top of his. "And everything's okay."

Tobias looks me in the eyes, his expression softens some. Then he gets this wild passion in his eyes and presses his lips to mine. He grabs my hips with his hands, pulling me closer to him strongly but not violently. I run my fingers through his hair and pull his shirt over his head. I fumble with the buckle of his belt before he stops me.

"Are you sure this is.. safe?" he asks me, his breathing heavy.

"Oh, I'm sure," I say against his lips, slipping his pants off.

He chuckles slightly.

"Okay."

…..

The next few weeks go well. I'm beginning to see my belly protrude underneath my shirts, and although that doesn't thrill me, I'm glad that my baby is healthy.

Tobias has several days off this week, and we spend every moment of these days together with each other. My hormones are fiery at this stage, my need for him can't be satisfied no matter how hard I try. And try I do, believe me, but he's just so handsome. So hot. I love the way his skin feels beneath my fingertips.

Eventually I do get my body under enough control to give the poor guy a break. And after that happens, I get so tired. So, so tired. I bet I sleep half the day, every day, for a week at least.

One day, I get out of bed around three in the afternoon and walk towards the kitchen. I feel a little too light today, but that's probably because I haven't been eating very much lately.

I walk into the kitchen and give Tobias a good morning kiss. He's making scrambled eggs over the stove, like he does some afternoons when he's hungry and we don't have anything else to cook.

I sit down at the coffee table with a glass of milk and a few eggs. I feel a sharp pain underneath my belly button when I sit down, but it doesn't last long. Tobias sits next to me, smiling, but I can see the dark circles underneath his eyes.

"Sleep well?" he asks me.

"Better than you did," I say, rubbing a thumb underneath his eyes.

He chuckles. "Nah, when I can't sleep I just get stuff done. Like the baby's room," he says, his eyebrows raised.

"No way!" I say. "You've gotten it done?"

"Almost." He crosses his arms. "Honestly, I thought you'd realize that something was going on. This is your house too, after all."

I shrug. "I've been sleeping."

He laughs and blushes slightly. "Believe me, I know."

"Well, let's go look at it," I say, standing up and wincing when I do. There's a sharper pain that runs from my hips down my legs. I grunt and stop in my tracks. I reach to rub my lower back, that always helps the pain, but there is something slick and wet there. What? What is that? I raise my hand to look at it and freeze. Tobias is already at the entrance to the baby's room. He looks back at me with a grin on his face that goes slack as soon as he sees the red liquid all over my hand.

"Tris?" he says, his voice shaking.

"Call an ambulance."

I know all of you are going to hate me for this cliffhanger... Hahaha. Just be assured, it gets worse before it gets better. Much worse. But stay tuned and in a few days or so I should get the next one or two chapters together!

~Beff Monster