I slide the cinnamon rolls into the preheated oven and set the timer for 30 minutes just as Tobias rushes down the stairs, phone in hand. He sent Will on ahead with instructions to help James and Shauna while he got dressed but he's keeping in contact with all of them via text messages. I wish we could finish our lovemaking before he leaves but, unfortunately, duty calls.

"Are you sure I shouldn't call Bridget and have her come over early?" I ask. "The situation in the Pit sounds serious."

"From what James just told me, it is but I'm sure the six of us can handle it." When I question the number he adds, "I had him call in Simon and Tony. But I'll call if we need you, love." He pulls me into his arms and softly kisses me, being extra careful not to let it deepen.

"I'm sorry we got interrupted." He cups my face, and I lean into his gentle touch.

"I'll make it up to you later, Mrs. Eaton," he says. "I promise."

"I look forward to it, Mr. Eaton," I say. "I'll meet you in the Pit around 10:30 unless I hear from you before then."

"Okay. I've got to go," he says then gives me another quick kiss. "I'll see you later." When we reach the door, he sighs. "This morning hasn't gone the way I expected it to. First, we got interrupted and now I'm going to miss out on the cinnamon rolls."

"I'll save you a couple," I giggle.

"I would appreciate that," he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I love you, beautiful."

"I love you, too, handsome." A wide grin splits his face then he kisses my forehead and disappears out into the hallway and down the stairs. I close and lock the door once I can no longer see him then head back into the kitchen.

While I'm mixing the frosting, I can't help but think about the profound change I've seen in Hector in a relatively short amount of time. What is wrong with him? First, he disrespects me, then Tobias, and now he's in the middle of an altercation in the Pit after curfew. Is he trying to get kicked out? I know I didn't pay a lot of attention to him the past three years but he always seemed like such a respectful young man. Now … he's a definite handful. The timer buzzes startling me out of my reverie.

I take the cinnamon rolls out of the oven, and the aroma slaps me in the face, causing my stomach to grumble loudly. It's absolutely mouth-watering. I immediately frost them then set them on the counter to cool. I set the table for four then head upstairs. I check on the kids but they're all still sound asleep so I decide to take the unusual extra time to get ready for the day. I take another quick shower washing my hair this time, too, then head into my closet. I dress in comfortable cotton lingerie then decide on typical summer Dauntless gear. I slip into a sleeveless dark gray fitted V-neck tee and drag my faded black skinny jeans up over my hips but no matter what I do, they won't button.

"My jeans don't fit? Seriously?" I mutter under my breath. Maybe it's just this pair. I try on seven others but none of them fit right anymore. I'm able to button and zip most of them but there's no way I could wear them for long. They're just not comfortable. "Shit!" I can't help but sigh as I pull on a plain pair of black boot cut yoga pants. Hhm. I guess it's time to buy some maternity jeans. After I put on a pair of black leather ankle boots, I dry and style my hair into loose waves. As I'm putting the hairdryer away, I hear chattering through the baby monitor and know that my day is about to get a lot more hectic.

"Good morning, my sweet girls," I say as I walk into the nursery.

"Hi, Mama!" they both call out at the same time.

"How are my girls this morning?" I ask as I first lift Tessa and then Teagan out of their cribs and set them on the ground at my feet. They babble to me and each other as we make our way into the bathroom. They are in quite the good mood this morning. "Guess what?"

"What?" Tyler asks as he ambles into the bathroom.

"Well, good morning, Tyler."

"Mornin', Ty-Ty!" Tessa says and Teagan just grins at her big brother.

"Hi, Tess. Hi, Teags. Hi, Mommy." He looks around like he's lost something. "Where's Daddy?"

"Yeah," Tessa says.

"He go?" Teags asks, her head cocked to one side and her hands up by her ears.

"Oh, guys, Daddy had to go into work early," I say. "I might have to go soon also."

"Oh," Tyler says. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing for you to worry about," I say as I ruffle his hair. "How about the three of you take a bath together then we'll have breakfast." Teagan's eyes light up, Tessa starts pouting, and Tyler looks appalled that I'm asking him to bathe with his sisters. "Please."

"What's for breakfast?" Tyler asks.

"Smells good," Tessa says.

"What it?" Teags asks. She sniffs the air with her adorable little freckle-sprinkled nose. "'Mells good!"

"You guys get in the bath then I'll tell you what Mommy and Daddy made for you." Within two minutes they're all in the tub. I wash and rinse their hair with the handheld showerhead one at a time and then let each use the poof to wash up.

"I laid an outfit on your rocking chair, buddy," I tell Tyler as I help him out of the tub. "Go get dressed."

"Okay, Mommy," he says.

"And don't dawdle," I say.

"What's daw-dle?" he asks, frowning.

"It basically means wasting time."

"Okay," he says. "I hurry."

"You don't have to hurry," I say, "but we'll have cinnamon rolls as soon as your sisters get dressed."

"Cimmanin rolls?" they all squeal at the same time.

"Yes," I say, chuckling and they start cheering. "Hey, calm down, guys. Get dressed, buddy." I watch his naked fanny run out of the bathroom and all I can do is shake my head then I turn my attention back to Tessa and Teags. "Are you ready to get out?"

"Yes!" Tessa says with an award-winning smile at the same time Teags says with a huge frown, "No!"

"All right. Teags, you can keep playing while I help Tessa dry off and get dressed but then you have to get out."

"'Kay, Mama."

"Come on, little one." I lift Tessa out of the tub and straight into her super cute pink bunny-head towel while Teags splashes away beside us, a look of pure joy on her face. She definitely loves bath time. I wish Tessa was that amenable. "Let's get you dressed."

"I pick, Mama?" she asks.

"Mommy already picked out an outfit for you," I say. I hold up the clothing that nearly matches mine and she grins. "Is this all right?" She nods aggressively. "Here let me help."

"I do it," she indignantly says. Whoa! Mood swing.

"Okay," I say. "Come on, Teags. Time to get out."

"Hap to?" she pouts.

"Yes." She sighs as she stands up. "Come here." I pick her up and wrap her in her innocent-looking yellow giraffe-head towel. As I'm drying her off, my phone rings. "Here, Teags. Please get dressed." I pull my phone out and see that it's Tobias. "Hi, baby."

"Hey, love," he sighs. "I called Bridget, and she's on her way to watch the kids. Will you meet me in my office once she gets there?"

"Of course."

"I need you there to keep me calm while I question Hector," he says letting out a deep sigh. "I'm afraid I'd try to kill the little bastard if I was locked in my office alone with him."

"What happened, Tobias?" I ask. "What the hell did he do this time?"

"The details are still sketchy at this time but what has been confirmed is words were exchanged between Hector and an as yet unidentified Dauntless member. Fists started to fly and the entire situation devolved quickly into a huge fight between multiple members and initiates."

"Why?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," he scoffs. "He's being stubbornly mute about the near riot."

"Riot!"

"Yeah. Unfortunately."

"Was anyone hurt?" I ask.

"There were some minor injuries, nothing too serious, but there were several reports of someone falling into the chasm."

"Oh my God!" I gasp.

"Problem is, we haven't found a body yet so I'm beginning to doubt the eye witness accounts."

"Could he or she have survived the fall and maybe somehow crawled their way out on their own?"

"Surviving a fall is not unheard of according to Zander. It's happened a handful of times in the past 20 years or so," he says, "but no one has ever fallen into the chasm that hasn't had to be pulled out."

"Where could the body have gone? I know the current is very strong. Could the water have pulled them away?"

"I don't know."

"Mama, is dat Dadda?" Tessa asks as she pulls on my pant leg. "Him home?" She's looking up at me with hopeful eyes.

"Yes, it's Daddy but he's not coming home, little one," I say.

"I talk to him?" she pouts.

"Yeah!" Teags adds.

"Is that Daddy?" Tyler asks as he walks into the room.

"You have three anxious little people here who would like to say hello," I tell Tobias. "I'm going to put you on speaker."

"Okay, love," he says as I hit the speaker icon.

"Say hi to Daddy."

"Hi, Daddy," Tyler says as Tessa and Teags say, "Hi!"

"Hi, guys," Tobias says. "I'm sorry that I had to leave before you got up. Have you had the cinnamon rolls yet?"

"Not yet," Tyler says. The girls shake their heads no. I've tried to tell them he can't see them but they don't quite understand that yet. "Mommy said we could when Tess and Teags is dressed and now they are. I'm hungry."

"Me, too," Tessa says.

"So am I," I add. "Tobias, do you want me to bring you one when I come to your office?"

"That would be great," he says. "I'll make a pot of coffee and have it waiting for you."

"Mommy go?" Tessa asks her bottom lip sticking out nearly a mile.

"Bridget will be here soon then, yes, I have to go to work, too, little one," I say. "Let's go downstairs and have those cinnamon rolls. Say bye to Daddy."

"Bye, Daddy," Tyler yells as the girls wave.

"Bye. I love you three very much." They tell him their I love you's then we file out of the bathroom. I take the phone off speaker and continue our conversation. "I love you, too, Tris."

"I know," I say. "And I love you. I better get off the phone."

"Yeah, me, too," he says. "I still have a couple interviews to conduct here before I head to the Pire. I'll see you soon, love."

"See you later, baby." We hang up then I serve up warm cinnamon rolls to my ravenous brood. "Maybe I should have waited for baths until after you ate." Three frosting-covered faces smile back at me. "So, how are they?"

"Yummy," Tyler says.

"Yeah!" Tessa agrees. Teags just grins.

"I guess breakfast is a hit," I say as the doorbell rings. "Looks like Bridget's here. Don't move until I get back. You all need your hands and faces washed." Eager knocking sounds before I can get to it, and I start to worry. Bridget is never this impatient. I'm surprised when I open the door to find Christina and Liam. "Hey."

"Hi, Tris," Liam says, beaming up at me with his gap-toothed grin.

"Well, hello, Liam. Come in." I step to the side and let them by me. "The kids are just finishing their breakfast. Have you eaten? I made cinnamon rolls." I can tell that they've already eaten because there's an oatmeal stain on Liam's shirt but his eyes light up when I mention the delicious baked good. "Would you like to split one?"

"Sure," she says.

"Yiam!" Teags excitedly cries when she sees her best friend in the world walk into the dining room. "I miss 'ou. I lub 'ou."

"Love you, Teags." I chuckle thinking how much Tobias would hate hearing them declare their love for each other and shake my head. Sometimes my husband can be hilarious.

"I need to talk to you," Christina says.

"What's up?" I ask.

"In private."

"I don't have a lot of time," I say. "Bridget will be here soon. Four needs my help with Hector." I don't have to elaborate since Will was called in early to work today also.

"He's becoming quite the nuisance, isn't he?" she says. "Is Four going to kick him out?"

"I have no idea," I say. "Let's sit in the sunroom and talk. Guys, Mommy and Christina are going to talk in the next room. Holler if you need us." She sits Liam at the table across from the girls and gives him half a cinnamon roll then follows me into the sunroom. We relax on the loveseat where we can still see the kids.

"I have a question for you," she says. She wrings her hands nervously, and I think I know where this conversation is heading. "I hate to be snoopy," I roll my eyes. Yeah, right, "but I need to know. Are you pregnant?" I knew it! I try to maintain a passive look but I'm not sure she's buying it. My eyes dart to check on the kids and she groans.

"I don't know what you're talking about." My eyes flicker back to hers, and she gazes back at me with disappointment and hurt on her face.

"You've been moody and nauseous. You've been unusually tired," she says. Holy shit! She recognizes the pregnancy symptoms I completely missed. "Then yesterday you said Dr. Parrish diagnosed you with anemia. I just put two and two together. Come on, Tris. I won't say anything." I study my hands for a moment. Should I confirm it for her and put her out of her misery? What would Tobias tell me to do? "Tris, come on. I know it's true because of how you're acting."

"Fine. Four and I found out yesterday that I'm almost nine weeks along," I mutter. I decide against telling her that it's twins. She can find out alongside everyone else. She squeals and throws her arms around me. "Don't say a word, not even to Will. The kids don't know, and until we're ready to share the news with everyone, we don't want them finding out."

"I won't say anything," she says. "Was it a surprise?"

"That's the understatement of the year," I say. "According to Zander, my body expelled the IUD. I knew there was a slight chance of that but never in a million years did I think it would actually happen. What are the odds of the same couple having birth control fail … twice?"

"Are you happy?" she reluctantly asks.

"Of course. Four and I are both ecstatic. We had been contemplating another child. I told you that. It was just really unexpected," I say. "I should have known, Christina. All the signs were there and had been for quite a while but I ignored them. I shouldn't have."

"I'm happy for you," she says, a smile on her face but her tone is slightly off.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she says entirely too quickly. I reach out and put my hand on hers.

"You can talk to me."

"It's just that," she takes a deep breath, "Will and I have been trying for months…" Her voice trails off. It looks like she's trying not to cry.

"And I got pregnant without even trying," I say finishing her incomplete statement.

"It sounds terrible when you say it out loud like that. Ugh! I'm being selfish."

"No, you're not," I say. "You're just disappointed. That's completely understandable. It's hard to see your friends getting something you want so desperately, especially if they weren't even trying."

"Yeah, it is," she mumbles. "We've been trying since before Ella and Stefan had Grayson, and he'll be 6 months old soon."

"I'm sorry, Christina. Why haven't you said anything before? There really isn't anything I can do but I can listen. I'm a hell of a listener."

"Yeah, you are," she says with a small chuckle. The doorbell rings interrupting our conversation.

"That would be Bridget," I say as I get to my feet. "I'm sorry I can't stay and talk but I have to meet Four." We get up and walk into the kitchen. The kids are sitting at the table talking and laughing. This is the best they've behaved maybe ever.

"That's okay. I have to get to the training room anyway."

"Call me, text me, or drop by anytime," I say as I open the door to let Bridget in. "Good morning, Bridget."

"Hello, Tris."

"Hey, Bridget," Christina says. "Is Fiona with you?"

"She's just behind me."

"Well, I better get Liam home," she says.

"Fi and I talked about taking the kids to the park today," Bridget quietly says as not to alert the kids. "Would that be a problem?"

"It's fine with me," Christina says.

"I think it's a good idea. The kids need cleaned up. They had cinnamon rolls for breakfast and just finished."

"Okay, Tris," Bridget says. "Christina, you can leave Liam here."

"Teags will love that," I snicker. "All right, guys, Mommy has to go."

"You gots to go?" Tessa quietly asks. I kneel down by her chair and look her in the eye.

"Yes, I do," I say. "Daddy needs me."

"Otay," she says. "Love you, Mama."

"I love you, too," I say as I lean forward and kiss her forehead.

"I love you, Mommy," Tyler says.

"Mama, lub 'ou," Teags says. I kiss each of their heads, stealthily avoiding their sticky hands and faces.

"I love you, buddy, Teags. I'll see you all at supper."

"Liam, Fiona will be over soon," Christina says. "Have a good day. I love you."

"Love you, Mommy." I take a few cinnamon rolls from the pan and put them in a disposable container then head toward the door.

"See you guys later." After another round of hugs and I love you's, I follow Christina out the door.

"So, are you ready to have four kids?" she asks.

"Not in the least," I say with a chuckle. "I'm glad we have until January to get used to the idea." We stop outside Tobias' office, and I pull her in for a hug, which surprises her. "Remember what I said. If you ever need to talk, ev er, I'm here for you."

"Thanks, Tris," she says, hugging me fiercely before letting go. "I know we just had a girl's night not that long ago but I think we need another one. This time dancing or dinner and drinks."

"Sounds fun," I say. "Let's plan something with Ana and Avery for after initiation. Speaking of, how's the planning for the Welcome Ball coming?"

"It's all done," she says.

"Already?"

"Yeah. I had it done before initiation started. Last year it was like doing double duty and the year before I planned it in like two days, and I didn't think it was as good as it could have been. This year I planned ahead and it's going to be spectacular."

"Good thinking and your parties are always memorable," I say. "Well, I better get inside. Four is waiting for me. I'll see you later."

"Bye, Tris," she says then turns and walks towards the path. I softly rap on Tobias' door then let myself into his office. He's sitting behind his desk with his head in his hands. I was expecting to see Hector also but he's alone.

"What's wrong, baby?" I softly ask as I come around his desk. I set the container by his computer then run my fingers through his hair.

"That feels good," he murmurs.

"I thought Hector would be here," I say. "Did you cancel the interview?"

"No, I had Simon and Tony take him to holding instead," he says. "I'll have them escort him here when I'm ready for him. I just needed a few minutes." He sits back and pulls me onto his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his head against my chest.

"Tell me what's going on, Tobias," I murmur as I continue caressing his hair. "Was a body found?"

"A Dauntless t-shirt was fished out of the chasm, which is what the witnesses say the man was wearing but there's been no sign of a body," he says.

"What was Hector's explanation for his behavior this morning?" I ask then something comes to me. "And why was he out of the dorm?"

"I don't know what the hell is up with him. He won't talk, not to Will, James, me, or even Shauna. I don't know what to do with him, Tris. If someone had died, I would have washed my hands of him immediately, no questions asked, but since no body as of yet has been found it's up to my discretion as to whether he stays or not."

"Let me ask you something – I'll play devil's advocate for a minute – if he wasn't Shauna and Lynn's little brother would you even be debating your course of action right now?" He stares deeply into my eyes as he contemplates my question.

"You're right, he'd be out on his ass so fast it would make his head spin. But on the other hand, I'd like to think that if someone I knew, even if it were only remotely, had a drastic change in their personality I would try to get answers as to why before just pushing them out the door. Something's not right with him, Tris, and I have my suspicions that making him factionless could come back to bite us in the ass."

"Are you thinking he's trying to be expelled? Why would anyone do that? It's not hard to leave a faction, you just do it."

"I can't answer any of your questions. I wish I could," he says. "The one thing I do know is that we need answers, and we need them today."

"And if he won't talk?" I ask.

"I may have to give Jack a call. We could put him under truth serum and pry the answers out of him."

"As long as we know what questions to ask."

"True," he says. "Hey, are these for me?" I notice him eyeing the container of cinnamon rolls I brought.

"One's for me, too," I say.

"You haven't eaten yet?" he asks disapprovingly. "Tris." His critical tone grates my nerves but knowing the stress he's under I bite my tongue, instead counting to 10 before I answer.

"Yes, I've eaten, Mr. Worrywart, but apparently it wasn't enough. I'm still hungry."

"Well, you are eating for three now," he reminds me, resting his large hand against my belly. "How are you feeling today? How are our little Button and Bean?"

"First of all, my jeans didn't fit this morning so I'm feeling a bit irritated," I say. His eyes light with laughter but he knows not to make a sound. "It's not funny, Mr. Eaton. I didn't just try on a pair or two either; I tried on eight." This time he does laugh and I pout. "Tobias."

"I'm sorry," he says then his eyes slide up and down my body. "The yoga pants are sexy as hell, though. Who needs jeans?"

"Are you drunk?" I roll my eyes. "Yoga pants are not sexy."

"Everything you wear is sexy, Mrs. Eaton," he says, "but I'm especially partial to your birthday suit." I can't help giggling. I like it when he flirts.

"You're so bad," I say.

"I thought you've always told me how good I was." He kisses the sensitive skin beneath my ear and I moan. "How about we finish what we started earlier, love. We could lock the door. No one will miss us for half-an-hour." I contemplate his offer but before I can answer my stomach growls. "Looks like I need to feed you instead."

"By the way, Christina stopped by after you left," I say as we eat the cinnamon rolls and drink coffee.

"What did she want?" he asks.

"She figured out I'm pregnant," I say with sigh. He freezes for a moment, his coffee mug hovering in midair. "If I were a better actor I could have told her that she was wrong but apparently one look in my eyes when she asked and I couldn't hide it. I'm sorry. I know we weren't going to tell anyone."

"She's very observant and quite annoying sometimes," he mutters. "Once a Candor." His voice trails off as he grumbles to himself. Sometimes I think he only tolerates her because she's my best friend.

"Don't be mad at her."

"I'm not," he says. "Did you tell her it was twins?"

"No and I can't wait to see the look on her face when she finds out. She's going to be pissed."

"You sound happy about that fact," he says.

"Maybe," I say.

"How did she figure it out?"

"She recognized the symptoms and put it together. I could tell she was suspicious at supper last night. She kept looking at me funny. I'm kind of irritated that she figured it out so quickly, and I nearly had a breakdown when Zander told us."

"Breakdown?"

"The laughter," I say. "That's twice now I thought he was joking with me and couldn't control my laughter."

"That's odd," he says. "I don't really remember that."

"You were quite frozen," I say. "Trying to process the information I imagine."

"Huh."

"Are you expecting someone?" I ask when someone knocks on his door.

"No," he says. I get up off his lap and go to answer the door.

"Hey, Shauna," I say. "Come in. Would you like some coffee?"

"No," she says. "What are you planning on doing with Hector? You can't kick him out, Four."

"Actually, I can kick him out and to be honest with you, that is the direction I'm leaning in," he says. "Sit down."

"I don't want to sit down." She crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her glassy eyes at Tobias.

"I'm not planning on making a unilateral decision here, Shauna, but I have to say that I've been more than fair with your brother. If he were anyone else he would be factionless right now. I'm holding off because of you and Lynn, and that isn't right."

"He's just a mixed-up kid," she pleads.

"And how do you know that?" I ask. "He won't talk."

"I know him, Tris."

"Do you?" I can't help but think that she doesn't.

"I'm not going to stand here and let a Stiff talk to me that way," she spits and I hate myself for doing it but I flinch away from the hateful slur. Whoa! I expect attitude from Lynn but not Shauna.

"Enough!" Tobias roars. "Apologize. Now."

"No," she indignantly says. "Hector is my flesh and blood. I do know him. He's just … he's just..." Her words trail off and her face crumples as tears slowly roll down her cheeks. She flops into the office chair facing Tobias' desk. "I'm sorry, Tris. I didn't mean that." She sniffles and I hand her a tissue. "Thanks," she mutters.

"Don't worry about me," I say as I rest my hand on her shoulder and give it a little squeeze in a show of support. "I think we need to meet with Will and James and come up with a plan and once the plan is made, we stick to it … no matter what the outcome might be. We need to show Dauntless a united front."

"I agree with Tris," Tobias says.

"Okay," she says after a brief pause.

"How about meeting in the conference room immediately after lunch?" Tobias asks. "Does that work for you?"

"I'll have to rearrange my afternoon but this is a priority," she says then Tobias looks at me.

"I can file incident reports at any time," I say.

"Okay. I'll notify Will and James of the meeting then I will go to the control room to watch the footage of the altercation," he says. "Shauna, will you follow up with Zander? I'd like a detailed report of all the injuries."

"Right away, Four." Before she leaves she pulls her phone out and starts texting like crazy.

"Tris, will you call Simon and Tony and tell them our change of plans and that I will message them when I want Hector escorted to my office? Then I want you going over the incident reports and categorizing them. I'd like to get an idea of exactly what happened before we confront Hector."

"Of course," I say and jot a reminder note to myself. This is going to be a long day.