Tobias nimbly unlocks his old apartment, never taking his eyes off mine, and pushes the door open with his fingertips. He motions me inside with a nod of his head and locks it behind us. The loud click echoes throughout the nearly empty space, making the desire already running through my body even more profound. Every time I cross that threshold, it feels like I'm walking straight into our past. We have so many wonderful memories in this tiny apartment, especially ones from the very early days of our relationship. I look towards the empty spot that used to house our couch, and I vividly remember when he told me he loved me for the first time. I was shocked and overjoyed at the same time. I couldn't believe the man I had grown to love more than life itself actually felt the exact same way about me.

I jump a little when Tobias comes up behind me and sweeps my hair over my right shoulder. He puts his lips on the exposed skin just beneath my left ear and presses wet, open-mouthed kisses along my sensitive neck, making me shudder. He unhurriedly glides his hands up my body and cup my tender breasts, playfully tweaking my already puckered nipples with the lightest of touches through my bra and fitted tee. He bites down on the spot where my neck and shoulder meet, although not too hard, and I moan, long and low. I can't help but love the feel of his mouth and hands on my sensitive skin. His lips move across my shoulder, pressing kisses as he goes then all the way up to my ear again. The ultrasound pictures slip from my fingers and float to the floor. I'll get them later.

He draws my earlobe between his lips and sucks it gently at first but then gets more aggressive. Oh, God, that feels so good. I swear I feel each pull of his lips shoot straight between my thighs. I turn in his arms and look up at him. His gaze bores into mine, and I see his pupils dilate further. My mouth drops open, and I dart my tongue out to wet my lips. I squirm a little then press my thighs together firmly, trying to tame the ache that has taken up residence in my sex. I want him. No, I need him. Now! I practically launch myself at him, climbing him like a tree. He lifts me, and I tightly wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Our mouths meet in a long overdue kiss. My heart thrums against my ribcage as our lips, tongues, and hands move together hungrily. He moves us across the room and very gently lies me on the bed.

After a few more minutes of frenzied kissing, I tug at his skin-tight black t-shirt, pulling it up his chiseled body. He breaks our kiss long enough for me to yank it off over his head and toss it onto the floor, then his lips are on mine again. The kiss is tamer this time but only marginally. He runs the velvety tip of his tongue along the seam of my swollen lips, and I open my mouth for him. He thrusts his tongue inside, gliding it along mine. He rolls us until I'm on top then my shirt joins his on the floor. I sit up, reach around behind me, unclasp my delicate black lace bra, and let it slide down my arms. He lets out a contented sigh as he tosses the lingerie away then he runs his hands from where they are resting on my hips up to cup my aching breasts. He rolls the sensitive peaks a little too roughly between his thumb and fingers and I wince.

"Not so hard, Tobias," I say. He sits up so we are nose to nose, gives me an apologetic look, then a soft, chaste kiss.

"I'm so sorry, love," he says. "I guess I got a little overzealous." He wraps his arms around my waist and moves his head to my breasts. He laps at one nipple, soothing the incessant throbbing with his hot, wet tongue and then the other, and I find myself rocking back and forth over the rock-hard bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans, wishing we didn't have so many layers between us. He lets out a low, deep growl, and I can't help my smile. I love so much that I can turn him on.

"Do you like that, baby?" I ask as I run my fingers though his hair, my voice steady but rough with desire.

"Yeah," he moans, kissing his way up my body. His lips hungrily land on mine, then he twists us until I'm lying beneath him once again. When he breaks the kiss, he stares down at me. "You're so beautiful." He glides the backs of his knuckles down the side of my face.

"You make me feel beautiful."

"I love you, Tris."

"I love you, Tobias." He lowers his lips to my neck. He runs his tongue down over my shoulder to my collarbone and traces the outline of my ravens then kisses each one slowly. He drags his lips to my aching chest and covers one nipple with his hot, wet mouth as he circles the other one with the calloused pad of his thumb. He gently sucks the peaked bud further into his wonderful mouth and laps at it with that talented tongue. He drags the nail of his thumb over my other nipple and I arch against him. They are so sensitive that the sensation is almost painful but not quite. "Careful." I sigh the warning. He immediately moves his mouth to lap at my other hardened peak. The ache in my nipples subsides then centralizes in my core. God, I need him inside me and soon.

I glide my fingertips up and down his back as he abandons my breasts and kisses his way to my tummy. He lingers at my abdomen, murmuring words of love to our twins. Twins! He did the same thing with Teagan every time we made love. They aren't even close to being out of the womb and he already loves them just as much as he loves Tyler, Tessa, and Teagan. He's such a good daddy. I definitely did the right thing choosing him to be my children's father.

He leans back on his knees and puts his hands on the waistband of my comfortable yoga pants and slides them over my hips, down my legs, then off my body. He nibbles on the toes of my right foot and then my left, making me moan loudly. Until last weekend, I had no idea how good it felt to have him do that. He reaches up and lowers my lacy boy shorts then kisses his way up my legs.

"Do you want my tongue or my fingers, love?" he asks as he kisses my hip bones.

"Both," I moan.

"I love that my girl knows what she wants and isn't afraid to tell me," he mutters against my tummy. "It's sexy as hell."

"Get to it then," I say as I put my hand on the top of his head and push it toward my sex. I hear him chuckle right before he kisses the inside of my right thigh. He puts his hands on my knees and pushes my thighs further apart then drags his tongue to my slick folds. He kisses every inch of my exposed womanhood then teases me with his tongue. I grip the bed sheets with my fists when he thrusts a finger inside me.

"So wet," he murmurs. I start rocking my hips in time with his calculated thrusts, and when the very tip of his tongue runs up and over my throbbing bundle of nerves, all the air expels from my lungs with a hiss. He adds a second thick finger and increases his pace as he concentrates on my nubbin and I concentrate on breathing. He teases it with soft flicks of his tongue and then firm strokes. I arch my back, pushing his fingers deeper inside. My head tosses from side to side as the familiar pressure builds. He sucks on my nubbin then grips it firmly between his teeth and nibbles causing me to flail beneath him.

"Oh, God, baby!" I moan. I fist both hands in his hair and keep him where I want him. His tongue speeds up and slows down then speeds up again as it goes in circles, straight lines, and zigzags while his fingers continually hit that magic spot inside me that makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head. My whole body tenses as it climbs toward bliss then my release tears through me like a violent storm. I'll be surprised if my screams of pure pleasure don't summon the Dauntless guards. It has to sound like someone is being murdered to any passerby. "Oh my, God, Tooobbbiiiaasss!" He carries me through the orgasm, never relenting with either his probing fingers or his relentless tongue until I collapse onto the mattress, spent. I feel like a spineless, boneless pile of goo as he kisses his way up my body. He covers my mouth with his and slides his tongue between my parted lips, mating it with mine. I feel him against my hip, hard and hot. After I came, a delightful exhaustion blanketed me but feeling his need has given me a second wind. "Inside me. Now."

"Hhm, I think I like you bossy," he says. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair.

"Make love to me, Tobias." I move my legs, opening myself further for him and his steely gaze softens.

"I love your sweet side, too," he says then he gives me a tender kiss, making love to my mouth with his tongue. He reaches between us and grasps his thick, hard length. He runs it through my moist folds then smacks its heavy head against my nubbin again and again, making me gasp.

"Quit teasing," I pout. I lift my hips and he slips inside me an inch or so. I moan at the feeling. Having him inside me is like … coming home. With a firm thrust of his hips, aided by how turned on I am, he slides into me fully in one steady drive. I clasp my arms around his neck and run my fingers up and down his back. Once I get used to his size and the stretching fullness, he begins to rock within me, slow and steady. He kisses my neck as we move our hips in a synchronized dance. I drag his lips to mine and kiss him greedily. When he pulls away, he stares down into my eyes, panting. We hold the intimate eye contact as he moves in and out of me at the same slow, measured pace. This is making love at its sweetest. He grasps one of my hands, laces our fingers together, and holds it tightly beside my head. I run my other hand down his back and cup his butt, trying to pull him as deep as he can go.

"I love you," he murmurs, our bodies moving perfectly as one.

"Love you, too." He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me passionately. His tongue swirls with mine as we increase the pace just a little. I feel the familiar pressure building. I run my free hand up and tangle it in his hair and wrap my legs around his waist. The change in the angle makes him go deeper, and I groan against his lips. My body begins to quake as my release overtakes me. I toss my head back, screaming his name in ecstasy as I clench around his hard length, squeezing him for all I'm worth. My orgasm sets off his and after a few powerful thrusts he empties himself into me with a low guttural moan then collapses on top of me. Tears prick the back of my eyelids as I gasp for breath, and I squeeze my eyes shut in an effort to quash them but a few escape anyway.

"What's wrong, love?" he asks. When I open my eyes he's hovering above me, his arms taut with exertion.

"I love you." I choke out another sob. Damn hormones! He pulls out of me, rolls off me, and gathers me in his arms. He runs his fingers through my hair and down my shoulder and arm as he kisses me everywhere. Once the irrational tears stop, I look up at him.

"Feeling better?" he asks.

"Damn hormones," I mutter and he chuckles.

"Can I be honest, Tris?" he asks. His Four mask is in place but I swear I see fear in his eyes.

"I always want you to be honest with me no matter what," I say, worried about what he has to tell me.

"I didn't miss the hormones," he says. I smile up at him.

"Me neither. I hate how up and down I feel."

"I promise to do my part in making you feel better and always put the toilet seat down." I laugh and he looks relieved.

"If that had been in your wedding vows then maybe I would believe you." I giggle which turns into full guffaws, and he belly laughs alongside me. After our laughter dies down, we're quiet.

"What's on your mind, Mrs. Eaton?" he asks.

"You, Mr. Eaton."

"Me?"

"I was just thinking about all the happy times we've had in this apartment," I murmur.

"Do you remember smearing chocolate frosting on each other?" he asks with a deep rumbling laugh. "I don't think you realized it then but you made me so damn hard when you licked it off my cheek." I think back to that moment, how he was holding his body away from mine.

"No, I didn't know that." I feel heat flood my cheeks, although I don't know what I'm embarrassed about.

"I didn't want to scare you," he says. "Things were so new for the both of us. Neither of us were ready to have sex but I had a hard time telling my body that."

"That's the first night we slept together," I say, "in the same bed."

"I was shocked when you asked me to get in bed with you," he mutters,

"I didn't want you sleeping clear across the room anymore," I murmur. "I wanted you to hold me."

"It was a night I'll never forget," he says. "I already knew you snored but that's the night I learned how you felt in my arms."

"I don't snore!" I exclaim, making him laugh. "You snore."

"Only when you wear me out," he says. "We should get going."

"I don't want to," I say, pouting a little. "I want to keep lying here in your arms like this … no worries, no distractions, no cares."

"The kids?" he whispers in my ear.

"I miss them … I do," I say, "but I'm not ready to be Mommy just quite yet. I'm too busy enjoying being Tris."

"Me too," he says. He snakes his free hand down and splays it across my belly. "Should we tell the kids the news?"

"Do you really think they can keep it secret?" I ask. "Remember when Zeke tried to get Tyler to tell him the details of what was supposed to be his surprise birthday party? Who knew Zeke could be so ruthless questioning a 3 year old."

"I forgot about that. Poor Tyler had no idea what Zeke was talking about," he says with a laugh. "Probably best not to tell the kids until we're ready to tell everyone. Don't want Zeke torturing them for information if he suspects anything." He leisurely glides his hand from my tummy up to cup one breast. "You're bigger and I missed it again."

"They aren't bigger," I say as I move his hand away and look at my chest.

"Who has their hands on these more, me or you?" he asks as he replaces his hand and starts massaging the mound gently. It's more comforting than arousing.

"You have a point," I murmur.

"I thought I knew your body like the back of my hand but your breasts are bigger, your nipples are darker, and your tummy isn't as flat as it was."

"Even though we heard their heartbeats, it's still unbelievable," I say. "I'm wondering how I didn't figure it out. I'm over two months pregnant, Tobias. I should have noticed."

"I bet that if the whole thing with Olivia trying to get released from the hospital, the abuse rumors, and Hector's odd behavior hadn't happened, we both would have noticed," he says. "Shall we take a shower then head toward Abnegation?"

"Okay," I say. He quickly rolls off the bed and gets to his feet before I even move. He holds his hands out to me then pulls me straight into his arms. He kisses me softly then leads me into the small bathroom. "Are you sure we're both going to fit?" He opens the shower door and turns on the water, getting it to the desired temperature.

"It'll be fine," he says. "I like when you're close." I step into the frosted glass shower enclosure, and he steps in right after me. I barely have enough space to turn around. When I look up at him, I'm surprised to see something close to panic on his face.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing," he says, his voice rough. I run my hands through my hair and grab my coconut shampoo out of the corner. We keep extra toiletries here for moments like this. I keep my eyes on Tobias while I work my fingers through my hair. He looks like he's trying hard not to have a panic attack. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks, he hates enclosed spaces. I rinse the lather out of my hair then turn my full attention to him.

"Breathe, baby," I say. His eyes meet mine, and they are raw with fear. Damn Marcus Eaton. I didn't think it was possible for me to hate him any more than I already did but in this moment, I do. "It's just a shower. I can step out if you would like." He shakes his head but doesn't try to speak. "May I wash your hair?" He nods. I pour some shampoo into the palm of my hand then carefully stand on my tiptoes and work the shampoo into a lather. I feel his eyes on me as I gently massage his scalp. "Rinse." We maneuver until he's under the steady spray of water and rinses his hair. I condition his tresses and pick up the coconut-scented body wash while he rinses then I run my hands over his broad shoulders. "Keep breathing, my love. We're almost done." I wash every inch of his body leaving the intimate parts for last. When I take him in my hand, he instantly starts to get hard. I wasn't expecting this but it's a nice surprise. My eyes flick up to his and my hands stall. His gaze nearly sets me on fire. The fear has been replaced with a predatory passion.

His mouth crashes into mine, and he devours me with a hungry need. Our hands travel restlessly over each other's body as our tongues duel for dominance. He presses me against the tile wall, and I gasp at how cold the smooth surface feels against the back of the length of my body. He runs his fingers through my moist heat and finds my throbbing nubbin. He teases it with the pad of his fingers then growls against my throat. He picks me up, and I wrap myself around him. I cry out as he buries himself inside me fully with one driving thrust then delves even deeper with each subsequent push. He pounds into me as his tongue penetrates my mouth with the same punishing rhythm. It was wonderful earlier, slow and steady, but it's just as breathtaking now, fast and furious. His fingers tighten on my backside where he's moving me over his hard length. There's bound to be new bruises because he's getting really rough. I lean back and rest my head on the tile as he continues thrusting away inside me. Just as his stride changes and his thrusts become shorter and even more frantic, my insides start to quiver around him. I feel an explosion of epic proportion building where our bodies are joined.

"Come for me, love," Tobias spits through gritted teeth and I tumble over an edge I hadn't realized I was hanging on to. He swallows my cries of pleasure and kisses me roughly as he follows me over, releasing his seed deep inside me. Once we are still, we pant mingled air.

"That was an unexpected surprise," I murmur against his ear.

"I was thinking, if I took you into my fear landscape and we had sex in that shrinking box, I'd probably get over that fear," he says as he pulls back and looks at me.

"Would I have to call you Three then?" I giggle, wanting to lighten the mood.

"God, I love that sound," he murmurs before he kisses me softly.

"I'm sorry you got … stressed in here with me," I say.

"It's not your fault," he says. "This has to be the world's tiniest bathroom."

"It is, isn't it?" I say. "I get why you never closed the door fully."

"What?" His brows furrow as he slips out of me then carefully lowers me to my feet.

"You didn't know you left the door ajar?" I ask.

"No, I didn't," he says.

"This room's not much bigger than a…" I let the words trail off, kicking myself for putting the image of an Abnegation closet in is head, especially after we just made love. Stupid stupid!

"There will always be some measure of fear over what he did to me as a child," Tobias says. "But you just helped me get some closure. Now if I'm in a tight spot I can just close my eyes and remember being inside you."

"Happy I could help," I murmur against his lips. I release him when we need to breathe. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he says. "We better get to your parent's house before they decide to either keep the kids or give them away."

"I'm sure they'd keep them," I say as I run the body-wash-filled poof over Tobias' back. "They love them too much."

"You're right about that," he chuckles. We both rinse off then he shuts the water off. He reaches out into the cool air of the tiny bathroom and grabs two big fluffy towels. He hands me one then steps out of the enclosure to dry off. I step out after him and watch him run a dry towel through his hair as I run mine over my body. He turns and smiles before he wraps my hair in his towel and squeezes all the excess moisture out of it. After running a wide-tooth comb through my locks, we quickly get dressed then I gather up the ultrasound pictures I dropped earlier, and he picks my prescriptions up off the counter.

"Are you ready?" I ask.

"I am," he says. He takes my hand then adds, "Let's go get the kids."