It is the week before we are due to leave and my wedding. The last two weeks have been a blur of organisation and preparation. Tobias wants to get married to day before we leave so it will truly be as though we are starting out new lives together.

Right now I am tucked up in bed. For the past few days I have been here with a truly awful stomach bug. Christina is currently sitting beside me, still brimming with enthusiasm over the party. The evening is crawling by in a blur of wedding party plans and her explanations on how she is going to be solely responsible for my make-up and hair on both my wedding party and the wedding itself.

'So what are you going to wear,' She asks happily, seemingly oblivious to my barely concealed irritation.

'I haven't thought about it,' I grumble, 'probably that dress you chose for me during initiation.'

She looks at me with a look of pure horror. 'You can't wear that. It's old. You need something new, and something that will make you look like the bride to be that you are.'

I groan loudly and obviously and throw my head back to the pillow. With horror I realise that my stomach had begun to roil, and I cut off Christina's renewed protests I spring off the bed and dash to the bathroom, getting to the toilet just in time to release the little food I have managed to eat back into the world.

When I return I am slightly shaky, and sink back onto the bed, resting my head in my hands. Of all the times to fall ill I have to choose this week.

'You know,' Christina says matter of factly, 'I will still make you come to this party even if you are still ill.'

I ignore her, and try to focus on calming the fire in my belly. Thankfully Tobias comes back into the apartment before Christina can restart her rants about my party outfit. It takes him a second to assess my mood, and rather unceremonially tells Christina that she has to leave.

She shoots him a reproachful look when she walks past him and practically slams the door on her way out.

'You're still feeling ill then.' He says. He sounds amused at the thought; bastard.

'I hope you get this,' I say rather ungenerously and get back into bed, pressing my face into the pillow and groaning. He laughs and starts to undress, getting ready for bed after, what I'm sure had been a long day of getting the factions organised in time for next week.

'Have you got a check-up tomorrow?' he asks in a tone of nonchalance. This is a sore point between us. Since both my stab wound and then my time with the factionless I have had regular check-ups with Madeline and Susan. Over the weeks I have managed to reduce them from every day to every week, even though they have advised otherwise.

'You know I do,' I say irritably, trying to punch the pillow into a more comfortable shape.

'Wow you really are in a bad mood this evening aren't you.' He sounds delighted with this, and I turn my head to scowl at him, only to come face to face with one of his rare grins. I can't help it, I grin back at him.

'Can we go to sleep now?' I ask, still grinning like a fool and he nods, kisses my on the forehead and turns of the light by the side of his bed.

Thankfully the next day I am feeling much better, despite the fact that Tobias has to wake me twice from nightmares. Ravenous I eat two bowels of cereal in the flat and then, with a sense of renewed freedom I head down to the meeting room to start the day.

Just like most other days at the moment I am subjected to meeting after meeting. People from all factions come to find answers to their various questions. Most of the questions have already been answered in detail at one of the public assemblies but even in the middle of something this life changing people just don't listen.

At half past three I am irritated and for once grateful that my day had to be interrupted by this check-up. Slowly I trudge through the compound, trying not to meet anybody's eyes in case they take the chance to ask me more nonsense questions and replay a few moments between Tobias and I in my head as I walk.

It is quarter to four when I arrive, and I am fifteen minutes early. I stand outside for a while, wondering whether I can manage to go and come back, and still be on time but in the end I decide to wait inside.

'Tris,' Madeline says briskly when she sees me and drops me a nod, 'You're early. Excellent. Come through please.'

Breathing a sigh of relief I follow after her, smiling a small smile to Susan on my way, which she returns. When the door closes behind me Madeline rounds on me looking ferocious.

'I have heard that you haven't been well Tris.' She says immediately, 'Why didn't you come to me before.'

Nonplussed by her reaction I tell her in a bemused tone that I didn't want to make a fuss about a small stomach bug. When I've finished speaking she looks at me as though I've just told her that the sun is really just a giant cat's eye.

'After major surgery and some serious infections inflicted by the factionless you think that it wouldn't have been wise to be checked up anyway,' I try to start speaking but am halted by her raised hand, 'You could have had an internal infection. Come here, I'm going to do some tests.'

With an internal eye roll I move towards her and take up my role as human pin cushion for the evening.

I sit in a chair by one of the beds waiting for Madeline to return with the doubtless perfectly fine results. I huff in frustration and start off at nothing. The dauntless aren't fussy or even particularly kind carers but they do know how to deal with serious injuries whether you want the care or not.

A movement in the corner of my eye grabs my attention and I turn to see Madeline standing there, with a peculiar expression on her face. Everything inside my freezes and my eyes widen.

'What is it?' I ask, voice steady but my imagination running wild.

'Follow me,' she orders again, and takes me into a small private room, away from the few people in the main room who could listen in.

'Well?' I ask as soon as the door closes behind us.

'The test results came back mostly clear,' she starts, shock still evident in her voice, 'we tested for everything just to be on the safe side. There are no infections or anything else life-threatening that is wrong with you but …'

She trails off into silence and my blood begins to boil. I glare at her, silently demanding an answer from her.

'You're pregnant,' she breathes out on an exhale. For a moment I just stare at her. After the factionless incident I had a shot to prevent pregnancy. It should be impossible.

'But .. the shot.' I say, my voice devoid of emotion. I think I'm in shock.

'It would appear that it was innefective.'

I stand up, just wanting to get somewhere quiet I can sort this out in my head.

'Thank you,' I nod at her, and move quickly towards the exit.

After Madeline had pretty much brought me back to reality in such a brutal fasion I almost ran back to the apartment, knowing that Tobias would not be back until late tonight. Disgusting myself I found myself crying. Not dignified silent tears but full on ugly sobs into the pillow. I'm only seventeen years old. We're about to leave the city. I can't have a baby, not now. I'm not even married yet.

The hours go by without me even noticing and Tobias makes me start with a jump, putting his hand on my shaking shoulder.

'What is it?' he asks, with unusual gentleness. I sit up and stare at him, my tears momentarily stopped by shock. I shake my head at him and he frowns at me.

'Tell me Tris.'

Inside me I feel a damn of dread begin to course though me. I know that he will not take this well, and if he reacts to badly then we may have one of our worst fights to date. Then again I have to tell him. I don't have enough courage or cruelty to end the pregnancy, and he's going to notice my expanding waistline.

I pull on all the resolve I have within me and look him in the eyes.

'I'm pregnant,' I whisper and watch as his whole aspect changes in a moment. His expression changes from concern to fear. His shoulders tense and his eyes seem to change to black in front of me. Oh crap, he's furious.

'What?' He says more quietly than I have ever heard him speak before. This is bad, I have never seen him this angry with anyone before except his parents and Jeanine.

'You heard me.'

'But you said you had dealt with that sruff.'

'I did. It failed.'

'Are you sure.' He raises an eyebrow at me, his eyes are blazing at me, 'Are you sure you didn't just decide you wanted a kid now, and went behind my back.'

At his words I am seized with a feeling of indignation and outright fury. How dare he say that to me. It's not as if I'm ready for motherhood. I think he sees that change in my expression because he tries to backpedal almost immediately.

'Stop,' I hiss at him and he does. He is still angry, but he is also contrite. 'Have I ever given the impression that that is anything I would ever do. I understand that this is unexpected and shocking for you but you need to understand that it is the same for me. How dare you even suggest that I would do this on purpose.'

He is quiet for a little while, seemingly thinking about my words.

'What are you going to do?' He askes, breaking the tense silence between us.

'What do you mean what am I going to do?' I snap back at him, know what he means, but needing him to say it.

'Are you going to get rid of it.' He says, He hesitates a little, but it is clearly what he wants to do.

'No, I'm not,' I say in my most defiant voice and his eyes snap to mine.

'We can't do this,' he says, his voice finally rising, 'Not now.'

'Well.' I say forcing my voice to be quiet, 'If you don't want to do this then you can go. I am not stopping you but I am not going to kill it.'

He tries to argue to this, but I stand up, just wanting to be somewhere where I can cry and work through my emotions in peace and quiet. I run through the door, not knowing where to go, but just wanting to get away. I don't stop when I hear him shout after me. I am faster than him, so I know that he won't catch me. After a while I find myself where I always do when I need to escape. I pull myself up into the net and lay in the middle, my arms and legs stretching out and finding the edges.

I close me eyes and tears seep through, but manage to keep back my sobs. I have just threatened to leave Tobias. I am pregnant and we are about to leave the city for a life of uncertainty. This is possibly the worst time for this to happen. I understand his anger, but he had no right to demand that I do anything like what he is trying to demand.

When I finally leave I don't go back to our apartment, but to Christina's. When she opens the door she takes one look at my face and stands back to let me in. She doesn't say anything. Just helps me into bed and climbs in beside me. In the morning Uriah comes to see if I'm here. I am sitting on the sofa, looking at nothing.

'I can't get her to say anything.' I hear Christina say in a worried tone, 'She's hardly said anything. Jst sits there staring at the wall. How's Four?'

'Angry.' Uriah replies, sneaking looks at me, 'Really angry. Zeke is trying to calm him down or tell him what's going on but all he gets back are curses.'

I sigh a little at this, feeling sorry for our friends, but really right now I think we need them.

I don't leave christina's apartment for the rest of the day. Around lunchtime Christina disappears and comes back bearing a selection of my clothes in her arms. From this I guess that she has been to the apartment. I almost ask her if she saw Tobias, but I don't. I don't want to talk about him, when thinking about what he said is already driving me to the wrong side of crazy.

At some point she leaves again to spend the evening with Robert. I am still on the sofa when the knocking starts.

'Tris!,' Tobias shouts, 'I know you're there Tris let me in.'

My stomach lurches and after an entire day of just sitting I get up my muscles protesting at the unexpected movement. The knocking is insistent, and his fist is still raised to knock when I throw open the door.

We stare at each other, our looks wary.

'What do you want?' I ask in a voice croaky from crying and underuse. He shrugs and I sigh. 'Why are you here then?'

'Come home?' He says quietly, 'Please come back.'

I shake my head sadly and he steps back as though I've slapped him.

'Why not?' He practically snarls and I look at him. Really look at him. How does he not understand why I'm acting like this?

'Because,' I say finally, 'you won't help me with this.'

'I didn't say that.' His voice is getting quieter and quieter and I know that it is becoming a battle to control his temper.

'You told me to get rid of it.' I say in the same monotone voice, 'You told me to, as though it was your decision to make and you had every right to demand it.'

He goes to say something else but I put my index finger to his lips.

'I can't deal with this right now,' I say in a hushed voice, 'I need to think things through. I'll come home when my head is clearer.' And I close the door in his face. I lean on the now closed door and sink to the floor. At some point I get into bed trying desperately to clear the dog of despair that was now clouding my vision.

I will freely admit that this is a very angsty chapter, so sorry for that. I've added five new chapters to my original plan, so there's not going to be 25 chapters plus the epilogue.

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