A/N: For those who've been curious, or that have not been with me or this Fanfiction for a while, you must be wondering why I have not updated. If you've read previous author's notes, you'll know it's because I am an aspiring author, who's currently working on a novel. I am also a high school student, who's life has become too crazy to juggle a dream (my novel) and a beloved hobby (fanfiction).

I left my readers here with tears in my eyes as I said I would not be updating this again. Well, my thoughts have changed slightly. I won't update this regularly. In fact, I'm not sure if I'll ever update this again after this. However, this is an update... Sort of. If you'll bear with me for just a minute, we'll get into the Fourtris fluff, okay? :)

When I last updated, November, my life was at a very different spot than it is now. Without spilling into my life story too much, here's the gist of what it was then- I was at a small charter school, where I had been since halfway through my freshman year (I am finishing up my junior year now). I had my first boyfriend, though that did not last very long, and I was enrolled in entirely ap courses. Since then, I have left that school, where I was very, very unhappy. For two months, I went to a public high school (mind you, I went to publish school my entire life) where I was alone, even more unhappy, and overall very sad.

I'm now not in those advanced classes. I do online school, and I intend to graduate really soon. I've learned life is so so so so much more than just school. I've also learned that it's okay to be alone, as long as you have a dream and an outlet and a way to achieve your dreams. I've also learned that life goes fast, and I'm nearly an adult. It's terrifying, really.

This is a weird tangent, but with the stress I'm under now and the fact that I literally just got home from watching the Insurgent movie, it only felt fitting to come back to fanfiction, even if it's just for a one-shot. Yes, you heard me right. This is not a continuation of where we left off, but rather, a one shot that takes place sometime between where I left off from the initial plot, and the place I ended last.

With all of this said, first of all, thank you to anyone who's still reading this. I truly love you all to the moon and back. But, my point in all of this is that, no matter how crazy life has gotten, one thing that has been keeping me going though high school is Divergent. The story, the fanfictions, the movies, the fans, and most importantly, my readers. Twilight got me through elementary school. Harry Potter, middle school (and still now). And divergent fills the high school gap. In a time in my life where I'm feeling very scared and confused, I needed to return to this happy place, with my favorite people- my readers. I truly love you guys with all my heart and soul.

And now, the moment you've all been (hopefully) waiting for...

"What the hell," I heard Tris mutter, along with some other not-so-pleasant terms. "I swear these damn things fit two nights ago!"

"Hmmm?" I grumbled. I rubbed my eyes from sleep and glanced at the clock on the dresser beside me. It was 5:30 in the morning; we didn't have to be at the training room for another two hours. "Tris, what are you doing? Come back to bed."

I shifted so I was sitting up enough to see her. My vision was still hazy from being woken up at such an ungodly hour. I looked up just to see her standing in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of our bedroom, trying to button her black skinny jeans. Her hair was dripping a small, wet puddle onto the carpeted floor.

"I'm trying to get ready," she grumbled. "But my stupid pants won't button."

I rolled my eyes. "For the hundredth time, you should not be training the initiates still!"

"Yes, I should." She hissed. "What, you don't think I can do it?"

I sighed. This was a battle we fought almost every other day, one that almost always resulted in me losing. "Tris. It's not a matter of whether I think you can or cannot do it. If I didn't think you'd be able to handle it, then I wouldn't have even let you train a month ago."

"Then what's the difference?"

"Tris, you're nearly six months pregnant. Training the initiates really just isn't a good idea-"

"Let me tell you a good idea." She said, sternly. "How about you leave me to decide what's in the best interest for my baby, okay?"

"Yours?" I couldn't help but laugh a little. She truly was amusing.

"Yes, mine." She reiterated. "Mine and nobody else's."

"So not only are you divergent," I began slowly, trying not to laugh, "but you're also an asexual being? Fascinating, Tris. I learn more and more about you every day!"

"Oh, shut up!" She whined. "That's not funny!"

"You're crying again, aren't you."

She sniffled, "N-no I'm not. I'm just-"

"I get it." I said with a laugh. "C'mere."

This time was one of the rare occasions that she didn't fight me. Instead, with a soft nod of her head, she came over to the bed and lay down, facing me. I sat up further to pull the covers over her still petite frame. "You okay?" I asked her.

"Yes." She said, her voice merely a whisper.

"No lies, remember?"

"I remember..." She started, her voice still as mean as before. "No, I... I guess I'm not really."

"What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything."

"I just hate feeling useless, you know?

"Tris, you are the farthest thing from useless."

"I can't even button my jeans!" She exclaimed. "I literally cannot do anything!"

"But you're growing a person inside of you, which is a lot more than I can say." I laughed and rested my hand on her small, yet defined stomach.

"I guess you have a point..."

"I do, not get some sleep." I insisted, pressing my lips to her forehead. I let them linger there, for a moment, until she curled her body into mine. I wrapped my arms around her, wishing we could stay here, in this moment, forever. Within minutes, her shallow breaths turned into soft, gentle snores. There were no longer nightmares or pain when she slept. No, this was not longer the war she fought so hard to win, then lose, then win again. She was safe- we were safe- and somehow, just that thought made it feel like everything in the world was alright again.

"Alright, get up! Be at the training room in 10 or consider yourself factionless!" Tris called out. The initiates groaned and, slowly, rolled out of bed one by one.

As we rushed to get to the training room, I glanced over at my beautiful fiancée. While any normal woman of her condition would be in bed, resting, putting their soon-to-be-husband at ease, that was not my Tris. And, never once did I actually except that to be her. As she ran past me, her long, blonde hair rushing past her, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was so have her. She was mine, and soon-four months to be exact- she'd officially be mine. Tris Eaton; it has a nice ring to it.

In four months, initiation would be over and our lives would be calm... Almost. We'd still have two kids to take care of, but at least it would be two kids of our own rather than twelve random sixteen year old initiates. Part of me couldn't wait for that day, but the other part, the part that really enjoyed my job, didn't really want it to end.

For Tris, however, she couldn't wait for it to end. She'd been hiding her pregnancy from the initiates, which proved to be much harder than expected. But, because she was my Tris, she always found a way. Wearing extra layers, despite the sweltering heat, and dressing in overly baggy clothing was just some of the ways she found to avoid this topic of interest among the initiates. It also helped that they were all too dim-witted to notice when she "gained weight".

She didn't gain much though. If you didn't know any better, you would think she looked the same as always. Of course, it was fairly easy for people such as Christina and I to tell when she gained weight or when her figure changed. But, we knew her much better than anyone else ever would.

We reached the training room just as the initiates were starting to trickle in.

"Alright," I began. "Today we're going to be working on knife throwing. Go to the table to pick up six knives a piece."

The initiates nodded, and did as they were told.

"Excellent. Now Tris, would you care to demonstrate?"

"Of course." She walked over to a very awe-struck initiate and snatched a knife from their very grasp. As she prepared to throw it at the target, another initiate, a former Candor- Joseph, I think- spoke up.

"Tris?"

She rolled her eyes and looked back at him. "What do you want, Candor?"

"Are you sure you should be throwing knives with... You know..."

"Know. What." Tris said, slowly. She lowered the knife and stared Joseph with a glare tinted with enough malice, even Peter would've been terrified out of his wits.

Joseph looked as if he would piss his pants at any moment. "it's just..." He tugged a little at the bottom of his shirt. Tris eyed me, though I had no idea what he was talking about... Until I noticed that the hem of her shirt had been tugged up just a over her stomach.

Uh oh.

"You're handling initiates...while pregnant?" Kayla, an Erudite, asked. Her eyes bugged out of her head as she looked between the two of us. "Are you really that stupid?"

"Man," Joseph laughed. "Initiation is about to get this much more fun."

I didn't bother to look at Tris; even I didn't have the guts to tell her that I told her so.

And that's a wrap! Sorry this is so short. It's nearly 1 am, but I really wanted to write this! I hope you all enjoyed. Let me know if you want more one shots in the future. If you want, also leave some ideas! If you leave an idea, you never know, it my just become a chapter ;).

I love you all to the moon and back! Please don't forget to leave a review! I missed you guys too much.

- hannah