Hello my fellow initiates, runners, ravens, halfbloods, whatever you are, I'm sorry for the long wait for this chapter! Part 3 is sadly the shortest and the story will be coming to an end within a few weeks! Maybe about five-six more chapters and an epilogue!
I hope you guys stuck with the story and I'm sorry again for the long wait! Just finished my sports –we won the east division bowling championship- and I've been focusing on my schoolwork and my new boyfriend, but yeah, it's feel so good to continue writing for you all!
Enough rambling, just let me say that the Insurgent Clip with Tris and Tobias made me scream, and I love the new trailer 'Fight Back'! I'M SO EXCITED YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT!
Anyways, I promise I'm done rambling. Please enjoy the new chapter of 'Pencil and Pen'
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, but I own my ideas and that's it.
Tris' POV
Six weeks ago I found out I was pregnant, meaning I am anywhere between twelve to fourteen weeks along in my pregnancy, and the only good news from the doctors so far is no new tumor growth, and my tumors are still shrinking.
I'm still living with Bud and Tori, and Tobias has been acting suspicious for a few days, working extremely late hours with Bud as a part time tattoo employer, and he also works for some business that sells new fighting equipment.
I've always admired Tobias for his militant like structure. It's so hard to see him… comfortable, and everyone said he's been a much better person since we met. We married about four months ago in a small ceremony in Amsterdam. There's a picture of the two of us standing on a bridge just outside Amsterdam with the canal around us. According to Christina, we look so in love.
My morning sickness stopped this morning, thank goodness, because I had been sleeping a lot during the day since Tobias had been working late at night. I would stay awake hoping he would pop by, and sometimes he did, and he would give me a kiss, tell me and our child how much he loves us, and then he was off again to another shift.
It's a little before eleven at night and I'm walking around the house, craving some pickles and some peanut butter. I'm hobbling back from the kitchen with my jar of peanut butter and a plate of bread and butter chips, when I hear a key jiggle into the lock of the front door. I can see Tobias' head peeking through the class at the top of the door. I set my pickles and peanut butter jar down on the living room glass top table and meet him at the door.
He's wearing a gray and black paid shirt and dark demi jeans, with black sneakers and he looks like he had been sweating. Before he can say anything to me, I throw my arms around him and he chuckles, kissing the top of my head, "Hello there."
His voice is deep and masculine and it always brings warmth to my heart. I'm insisted every time that he speaks, I feel as if something is spreading through me, like as if I could feel my child this early on in its development. Tobias hopes it's a boy, but I hope it's a girl.
I welcome him inside with a kiss, which he deepens enough to step in the door and close. I wrap my legs around his waist and fiddle with his shirt collar. He smiles at me, the corners of his mouth pointed very far upward as if he was grinning. "I missed you too, Tris." He says with a chuckle of laughter.
He noticed the peanut butter and pickles, as he drops me unceremoniously on the couch and plops beside me. He runs his fingers through my hair with a smile. He feeds me a pickle with some peanut butter on it, and I moan with pleasure.
"How come I never tried this before?" I say, a mouth full of peanut butter stuck to the roof and the pickles stuck in my molars. Tobias smiles and I find myself giggling and laughing too.
"Because pregnant women crave that stuff," he says, poking my stomach. "You know, if we didn't know you were pregnant, we would have found out now." I nod my head in agreement.
When Bud and Tori first found out about me being pregnant, they were fearful for the child's life and mine, because they thought I had relapsed. When the doctor denied their suspicion, I was overcome with so many emotions. I had the possibility of carrying a healthy child, and I didn't really have a choice either. I received a steady income working online for a graphic design business, but I really wanted to get out and work before it was too late.
But Bud insisted to me the other day it was too late to be out in the work field, because they don't want to increase my chances of premature labor. I agreed, but I still didn't want Tobias being the only one to make some sort of income for the family.
Tori got me into the online graphic design business, ran by her friend Cara. She's pretty nice, and she seems to 'approve' of my relationship being married to Tobias at only seventeen, not that she had business in it in the first place, but she understood. Normally, kids don't get married before they aren't minors, but Tobias and I had a special case.
"So, are you up for a drive?" He asked me, twirling the keys on his finger. His smile widens at me and I realize I'm only wearing one of his t-shirts, baggy gray sweatpants of my fathers that fit me because I'm pregnant, and fuzzy black bunny slippers.
He rolls his eyes when he notices my discomfort. "Don't worry, you won't need to change where we're going." He takes my hand and leads me off the couch. I stop to get my coat, but he shakes his head.
"Don't worry, it's heated." And that's the last clue he gives me before we leave the house.
Tobias is quietly humming as we drive down the road. My arms are folded across my chest but I have one hand on my stomach, protecting my child as if something was going to take it from me. Tobias pulls up at an apartment complex, and opens the door for me.
We enter the building, hand in hand, and the woman behind the desk chuckles at Tobias. I recognize the woman as Hana, Zeke and Uriah's mother. I didn't know she worked here. "Nice to see you brought her, Tobias."
Tobias signals something to her, and she nods her head. "If you both would follow me please,"
"Tobias," I whisper. "What's going on?" interrupting any train of thought that Hana might have continued on with I didn't catch.
But he just keeps his eyes locked forward and he whispers, "You'll see," while giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.
We climb up two flights of stairs down the back of the complex before turning down the hallway. She stops in front of a door, and whispers something to Tobias, causing him to flush red for a second, and then he replies something to her and she shakes her head with a smile and hands him back his keys.
On the key ring is a small black key I always thought was for work, but Tobias inserts it into the lock and he opens the door. Inside, is a slightly furnished apartment with all of his things, and there is another room in the back that looks as if it had been decorated. Christina squeals when she sees me, and she hugs me quickly despite the fact Tobias is two feet away from us.
"Tris, I missed you so much, I'm so glad you're here!" She smiles at Tobias, whom nods his head solemnly at her. She opens the other door she was standing in front of and inside it shocks me.
There is a nursery in there, a beautifully white painted crib and a blue wall, a light blue, just darker than my eyes but lighter than Tobias'. There is a small gray painted color bookshelf with a few toys and books and gimmicks and such. There is small, three drawered brown desk sitting on top of a beautifully hand decorated sewn black floral rug that looks like the pedal of a rose. The room is small, small enough to turn the nursery into a bedroom, but I don't understand…
I turn to Christina, expecting to find her there, but she stands behind Tobias with a smile. She winks at me, saying, "Have fun," before she leaves, and I hear the front door close with a click.
"Tobias," I say exhaling a breath. "I don't understand, I mean why do we have a nursery here and did you move out or something?"
The words came out flustered and fast, and he chuckles. "Actually, I was hoping I wouldn't be the only one who was moving out. You see, this is why I've been working late. I received the furniture from my mother, what was left of my father's settlement from him being arrested. The nursery was designed by my mother and Christina, and a little bit from Marlene and Zeke. Uriah helped bring my furniture in, and Hana and Cara designed the perfect key for it. I had been saving up for a long time to finish buying this apartment for us."
In a small black box, I notice a key that Tobias has given to me in a necklace chain. It has my new initials, B.E for Beatrice Eaton, my legal now full name. On the back of the silver aligned black coated key is the date we got married, which was six months ago to this date. The key dangles on a silver chain, a beautiful one indeed.
"So," his lips drone out the word as his eyes light up. "Will you move in with me, Tris?"
I nod my head, "Yes," I answer without hesitation.
Here is a special point of view from the 'ground' like I said I might do. Fans, Natalie Prior's POV
"Andrew, Caleb, come look."
My husband and my son surround me. We are watching our daughter Beatrice's life unfold from the minute she moved to New Orleans. Everything had been horrible in her life since then. We watched her ups and downs from cancer, and then we watched her meeting Tobias Eaton. It was a mother's instinct they would be together. Everything plays like a movie, like they first met, and Beatrice going by 'Tris' which is a beautiful warrior name that suits her.
I watch as Tobias finds his emotional breaking point finding out that my daughter has cancer. I had never seen so much love in someone's eyes, except in my husband's when he first laid eyes on me.
Caleb smiles at the screen, watching her life play before us like a movie. "She's really turned out well, hasn't she?"
My husband watches their wedding in Amsterdam with teary eyes and notices the locket that Tobias bought with our names on it. He bought a separate one for Caleb and Tris, symbolizing their brother-sister- relationship. It was a beautiful thing to do and it made Caleb cry.
"She's pregnant," I hear Andrew whisper against the screen, and I nod.
"Yeah, I think she'll be very happy. It may not be like her, it's like him, but she'll be happy either way."
"When will she be with us again?" Caleb asks me.
I shrug my shoulders, but the truth is I know this. I take a deep breath before I tell my husband and my son how long we have to wait for my daughter's arrival.
"Shut the screens off." Andrew says to me. "She's in good hands with Tobias."
"Are you sure, dad?" Caleb asks his father with wary eyes. I know he wants to watch over his sister.
"We don't need to watch over her, Caleb. When she comes, we'll know, because she won't be the only one." I say, and Caleb nods his head and takes a step back from the screen.
"She's in good hands, Caleb." Andrew says to him, his eyes warm and inviting like my own. "Tobias will doing anything to protect Beatrice until the end. He knows that, but I think she knows it more." We watch them entering the apartment and her saying yes to moving in with him.
And like a person turning off the TV, I reach my hand out and turn the knob. "I love you, Beatrice." I can hear myself say. My son sniffles, and my husband smiles at the screens witnessing our daughter's life shuts off.
She'll know we're watching her. We don't need screens to know she's okay. It was a journey to watch her life while we could, but everyone needs to fly.
Authors note – I hope the chapter was satisfying enough for you! The next few chapters will probably be from Tobias' POV, Caleb's, and Andrew's, and maybe another Natalie. Did you guys like her POV watching over her daughter? Anyways, give me some ideas of POVS and such!
~Leigh