I don't own Divergent :P
Hello everyone! A good bit of fluff in this one, although some important stuff is happening as well. Tris tells some natural fears about this whole situation. Tobias and his ear. Don't expect Rebecca in this one just yet, but be assured that she WILL be back. She's actually pretty important now. And also, where THE HECK is Anthony?
More Zeke squeezed in here for whoever wanted a bit more of him, although I can't promise much.
Also please excuse all of the grammar/punctuation/etc., ect. mistakes. I mean guys, give me some credit XD. No proofreader. Plus I'm typing a bit of this in school, not a huge amount... Okay, just imagine a girl in Spanish class typing some of this up while she's procrastinating doing her lesson, sitting in the back of the class. Not like the teacher cares or anything but, yeah, lolol.
TRIS POV…..
"...Well, I went home and I was expecting Tris to be there sleeping or something, but instead I searched all around the house and found nothing. At this point I was honestly freaking out, but then I heard a beep on the answering machine and listened to the message. So I caught a train and got here as fast as I could. I'm surprised the nurses didn't stop me from coming in here, they just sort of stared as I ran past and let me, like they knew or something." I feel his chest rumble with laughter.
"Hmm?" I mumble, raising my head from his warm chest. The room is bright and fuzzy as he looks down at me lovingly, nestled in the crook of his arm. He and Christina get quiet as he looks down at me, his eyes shining brightly with the direct sunlight of the windows coming right onto them.
I rest my head back down on his chest with a small grunt, the room starting to spin slowly.
"Tobias, you smell awful," I murmur, my words muffled.
"Hmm?" He asks, looking at his shirt and body, the sweat caked all over it. He runs a hand through his hair and over his bandage and flinches. "Yeah, you're right," he says, sniffing his armpit. "But in my defense, I haven't had a proper shower in almost a week. I mean, I've had small ones but not like indoor-"
"I'm just warning you that," I say, moving away from him and feeling the bile rise in my throat. "If you don't get one soon, I'm going to barf all over you. Please just don't do that to me, hun."
"Huh? I smell that bad?" He asks, his eyebrows coming together in slight worry. It's obvious he doesn't want to give me any trouble.
"Nah, 's not that" Christina chimes in, sitting on a couch across the room. There's a magazine perched in her fingers. "It's just that her sense of smell is probably pretty sensitive because she's pregnant. You know the smallest smells can set off a pregnant woman," she says and shakes her head, a small smile on her face.
"...Oh," Tobias says, eyebrows raised high, and gently gets up. "I guess I'll get a shower then," he says and gives me a small smile. "But first, the doctor told me to give these to you when you woke up," he says, ushering me a couple more nausea pills.
"Oh, thank God," I say, sitting up straight in my bed and wincing. I grab the pills and wash them down with some leftover Sprite. I sigh. "Maybe this'll help me feel better. I'm so tired of being sick, guys, I'm sorry I put all of this worry on you two."
"I know it sucks, but it's not your fault. Don't apologize," Tobias whispers, bending down to give me a kiss on the forehead. "I'll be right back."
I hear the showerhead running a few seconds later, droplets of water hitting the hard bathroom shower tiles. It'd be amazing to get a shower, I think, still feeling the sweat and dirt caked into my skin from work yesterday. I guess I'll get one after Tobias does. I hope his ear's okay.
Christina looks at the clock on the wall. "Breakfast should be coming pretty soon, you know. You think you can hold it down today?"
I shrug, sighing. "I feel a little better, I guess. Maybe I can hold down a bit of breakfast today. But my head hurts like crazy and my lungs are on fire still. Slightly better, but… add morning sickness on top of that and I literally want to die." I shrug and manage a small smile in her direction despite everything. She's here for me, it makes me feel good that she's concerned enough to ask how I am.
"Not as bad as last time, if I do remember correctly," Christina states, talking about my last pregnancy, a finger in the air. The atmosphere's amazingly light right now.
"Oh God," I say, pressing a hand to my stomach and scowling. "I remember that. Although, I wouldn't say this one's much better, just because of the blood and everything. If it was just vomit I'd agree with you."
…
About fifteen minutes later, Tobias walks out of the bathroom, a towel slung over his shoulders. Shirtless. Beautiful. His hair's wringing wet. And other than being a little thin, he looks perfectly fin-
"Tobias, your ear!" I say, scanning his wound.
"Yeah, I know," he says, sighing. "It doesn't look too beautiful, but it's better than being shot in the head."
I don't even let myself consider that thought, I can't bear it.
"You might want to get it checked on, in all seriousness. I mean, we are in a hospital," Christina says, commenting from afar on the couch, vaguely uninterested in his wound altogether.
"C'mere," I say to Tobias, gingerly getting out of bed. I'm extremely weak but I can still stand, ignoring the protests from Tobias. "Let me see it," I growl at him, standing up on tiptoe to examine his wound while he stands there like an annoyed teenager.
Red. Puffy. Probably infected, I think as I look at it. I touch it and he flinches. "Hey! Careful, Tris, it hurts." Definitely infected. Plus it's not a clean wound at all, all jagged with dried blood around the edges.
I sigh, my hands on my hips. "Okay, so how'd it happen?" I ask, my tone slightly more irritated than I mean for it to be.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. Just lay back down, kay?" He asks me, a worried look on his face for a moment. "Please don't be so pissed at me, Tris, I'm trying here."
"I'm sorry, I don't mean it," I say, sitting back down and pinching the bridge of my nose. "I just feel like crap and I'm worried about everything and-"
"It's fine," Tobias says, a warm hand on mine and a gentle voice in the air. "Okay, so I was… distributing rations with everyone…."
He tells me the whole story. The two guys fighting, the one about to shoot the other. Him pulling out his gun. Almost getting shot point blank in the head, someone named Rebecca saving him. Getting out of the whole thing almost scrape- free. By the time he's done speaking, the room's so quiet you could hear a pen hitting the cold tile.
"So you almost died, huh?" I say, my eyes staring blankly into the distance.
"...yeah." Not much else for him to say other than that.
"But you're… okay?" I ask, looking him in the eye.
"I'm fine, Tris. All I may need is some antibiotic cream for my ear, but other than that, everything's going to be fine. I'll have a bit of a scar after a while I'm sure, but I'm fine with that."
I clench my jaw for a minute, chewing on his story. Scared to death, honestly. I had no idea it was that close. If- if…. without Rebecca. He would've died. Died.
I owe her a big thanks.
I run my fingers through my hair and look Tobias deep in the eyes. He's made the connection long before I had, he's understood what almost happened and everything. He knows that he almost died, and he's fine with it, or at least he seems to be. No, that's a lie, he's putting on a front for my sake. I know he is.
I stare in his deep, dark blue eyes with stars in them for a minute before he moves himself back onto the bed beside me, and I can feel his moist skin soft against mine. I place my hands on his chest.
"You have no idea how glad I am that you didn't die," I say and he gives me a chuckle.
"Yeah, me too," he whispers, a sad smile on his face. I see him glance at my lower abdomen and he doesn't even have to say anything. I know what he means. If he hadn't made it back, he never would've known that I was pregnant.
He pauses a moment before he cups my my jaw in his right hand, right underneath my ear, and slowly brings his lips to mine. Slow, nervous at first, like he's forgotten what to do. Like he's forgotten how his lips fit oh so perfectly in mine, like he's forgotten how much more violently I like to kiss him. But he seems to remember soon enough, my body balanced on one of his legs and my hands tangled in his hair. Right now it doesn't matter that I'm simply a hot mess. Doesn't matter that he almost died. Right now we're just two lovers, caught up in the infinite desire for each other that we both know can never be broken. Give us credit though, we do try.
We break apart suddenly when I hear the door open, both of our breaths coming shallow and quick. My face is bright pink as he moves back to his chair, trying to act as least suspicious as possible.
"Breakfast is here," Christina says, her voice surprisingly monotone. Like she hasn't been watching us this whole time.
"Breakfast is indeed here," an older nurse says, carrying in a tray with a bowl full of some kind of grain, maybe grits, some cheese to the side. There's a cute little applejuice box on the tray too. I'm going to try to eat some this morning, although I doubt even this small amount I'll be able to take in.
The nurse sits the tray in my lap and checks my charts once more, seeming to ignore my blushing cheeks. Surprisingly unobservant for a nurse until she checks my heart monitor.
"Your heart rate's surprisingly high, Beatrice. Are you feeling okay?"
"Oh, yeah, I feel fine. I mean, better than I did the other day," I add. "Still feel like crap."
The nurse does sort of a double take at me and Tobias and her eyebrows furrow. "Are you supposed to be in here?" She asks Tobias, a slightly threatening look on her face.
"I, uh…" Tobias stutters.
"He's my husband…." I whisper out to the nurse, my eyes staring at my hands, gripping the bedsheets nervously. "He just got back last night from his military job. I'm sorry, but just to let you know I think he has every right… to be in here with me, I mean," I say, my voice lacking the usual fortitude and stubbornness that it usually has. I think our little makeout session has us both a little more off than usual right now.
The nurse pauses for a minute. I hear her sigh after a while. "You know, I'm not supposed to let you do something like this, but I'll allow it. Only because of the look you both have in your eyes: crazy, hopelessly in love for each other," she says and I blush more. Another pause. "Do you need something for that ear, son?" Maybe she's not so unobservant.
"That would be good, thank you," Tobias says, crossing his arms around his bare midsection. He suddenly gasps and stands up, probably realizing he's still shirtless. He makes a break for the bathroom, returning a few seconds later with a dark, too- big shirt slung over his body. He's blushing now as well.
"Antibiotics?" The nurse asks at him, an amused look on her face.
"Antibiotics," Tobias answers, hands on his hips, seeming to try to play off the whole shirtless thing.
…
As soon as the nurse closes the door, Christina can't seem to hold her laughter in anymore. She makes a sound somewhere between choking dog and cat trying to suppress a hairball, eventually just letting it go and busting out into a full- out laugh.
"You should've seen yourselves!" She says, slapping a hand on her knees.
"Oh shut up, Christina," I say, unamused, but she can't seem to stop for at least a minute.
….
After the nurse leaves for the second time and Tobias applies some cream to his ear, I decide to try eating. A few bites at a time, of course, helped along with a string of cartoons on the small television on the wall. The nausea pills have had plenty of time to take effect, so I'm hoping it'll be easier to keep down this time. I haven't eaten anything solid in a full day, so I really do need to eat something. However much I can keep down... Well, that really doesn't matter, just as long as I can keep it down.
…
For the next few hours I don't do much, mainly just nurse my bowl of eventually- cold grits and kid- sized box of apple juice. Tobias sits on the floor by my bed so he can see the cartoons better. I sneak a peek at him a while later and find him dozed off, his shirt rising and falling gently in sleep. Christina's abandoned her magazine and is now reading a book, though I'm not sure which one it is.
"Hey, Christina, I think I'm going to get a shower," I say, uncovering my legs and scooting out of bed as quietly as I can so I don't wake Tobias.
"Okay," she says quietly, looking up from her book. "You need any help?"
"Nah, I think I've got this," I say, making small, wobbly steps to the bathroom. "Might need you to wrap some more gauze around me when I get out, though," I add.
"Gotcha," she says, holding up a thumb at me.
I close the bathroom door quietly behind me with a precise click.
This bathroom's way too clean, way too white. It seems almost too clean, you know what I mean? Like an uncomfortable amount of cleanliness.
Either way, it's a decent place to get a shower, I guess, I think as I begin to unwrap my still- sore midsection. I throw away the thick gauze after I peel it off and stare at my midsection in the mirror for a minute, at the hole- shaped scar that's still quite apparent over my left lung. The only thing that's different now is that there's a formidable bruise over and around the thick scar from almost two years ago. It doesn't look awful, not really, but I'm still not sure how badly I tore open my wound on the inside. I'll have to ask my doctor how much damage it made, how much longer I'll have to stay in this wretched place.
I turn on the shower and wait a few minutes until the water gets hot, steam escaping from the top of the curtain.
I sigh when the hot water touches my dirty, oily skin. It feels so amazing. I bet I stand there for a solid five minutes doing nothing, thinking about nothing, just enjoying the steam on my face.
After I break out of my daze I stare down at my stomach for a minute. It's perfectly flat right now, actually a little flatter than it usually is. But I know that if I do manage to keep this child, it won't be this flat for long. I'm still not honestly expecting that I'll be able to keep it, my body just doesn't seem capable of housing life. But say that I do keep it long enough… I'll probably enjoy the few extra pounds.
I rest a hand on my lower abdomen tentatively, nervously, placing my hand over the life that's surely in there. It's hard to believe anything at all is even happening in there right now, but it's precious. I'm so afraid to get attached to it now. I refuse to get attached to it now.
I lean against the shower wall and sigh.
"Oh, kid," I whisper, water droplets hitting my cheeks.
…
Christina does as she promised, wrapping up my torso in gauze once more after I get out of the shower, my hair still wringing wet.
"You've got a bruise, Tris," she says, observing the large bruise covering most of my left side, and I look down.
"No, really?" I say sarcastically and manage a small laugh at her.
"Hey, don't get snappy with me," she says playfully, poking my shoulder and I snort at her.
As soon as Christina's wrapped me up and I've finally gotten comfortable on my crap mattress, my nurse comes in, holding a tray full of lunch on it.
"Lunchtime," she says plainly, closing the door behind her.
"I just finished eating, though," I say, looking at the clock on the wall. Almost one o'clock.
"Took you a while to eat, hun, that was about four hours ago," she says and sits the tray in my lap. A bowl of what looks like chicken noodle soup and some iced tea on the side, the soup hot and steaming.
I just shrug and smile at her. "Oh well." I suddenly remember snap my fingers. "Hey, how long am I going to have to stay here anyway, nurse?"
"Well, I guess that all depends on you," she says, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "As far as I know, your wound wasn't all that bad. Bad enough to cause you trouble, I mean, but not too great that it wouldn't heal on it's own. I'll talk to your doctor, how about that? I don't know what time he'll be able to come in here, but he'll come sometime, nonetheless."
"Thank you," I say, a polite smile on my face.
"No problem," she answers back as she closes the door, on to deal with her other patients, I'm sure.
I fiddle with my soup for a minute. "I.. guess I'm hungry," I whisper down at my bowl, ladeling a spoonful into my mouth.
…..
My body's so physically exhausted. After I finish most of my lunch I lay back down on my cot and cover myself up to my ears, laying comfortably on my side. Sleep comes easy to me right now.
I'm not sure how much later, but eventually I feel a warm figure at my back and smell Tobias next to me, his arms wrapped around my middle. I switch sides and fold into his arms, my hands pressed up against his chest. A quiet, warm laugh rumbles through his chest.
…
It's probably a while before I wake up, stretching underneath the covers. I sit up and find Tobias still next to me although further away then he was earlier, Christina asleep on her couch. Maybe I slept through dinner? I think before I start coughing extremely suddenly, my loud spasms echoing in the room.
Tobias is immediately up, sitting up next to me in the bed. I grab the trashcan that's now constantly beside my bed and drag it into my lap. As soon as I start heaving what looks like mostly blood into the trashcan, Tobias is there, rubbing circles in my lower back and crooning soft words into my ear, words I can hardly hear over my gagging. But I'm glad he does it all the same.
"Oh God," I say between gags, my lungs burning and my head hurting like crazy.
"I know, I know honey. I know it has to hurt. But I'm right here for you, and I'm going to stay with you until it's over. It'll be over soon," he keeps whispering into my ear. I don't know why, but whenever he's here with me, it actually does seem to be over sooner than usual.
We repeat this I don't know how many times during the night. Me waking up, vomiting violently, Tobias coming to my rescue. I know that by the end of the night he has to be getting tired of tending to me so much. Bless his heart, though, he's still here for me, no matter what.
Sometime during the dark, early hours of the morning I finally start to calm down enough and get a few well- needed hours of sleep. I have no idea where those intense few hours of vomiting came from. I wish they'd just go away altogether.
….
I'm woken up unusually early by my doctor. It can't be later than six, the sky peeking through the blinds dark in the pre- morning darkness.
"Good morning, you two, sorry I had to come in a bit early, this is the only time I could get around to you." Tobias seems to be awake now. The doc takes a clipboard out from the end of my bed and sits at it's foot, haphazardly scanning through the pages. "More nausea, huh? More blood?" He stands up. "I'm just going to look through this trashcan real quick, alright?" He says, observing my puke bucket like he's not staring at the most hideous thing in existence.
"What's wrong?" Tobias chimes in over to my side, his arm wrapped around my shoulders.
I see my doctor chuckle slightly. "Ah, as I thought. I see the problem," he says, scribbling a little on his clipboard before addressing us. "Okay, so your nausea is acting up. What's in there," he says, pointing to the trashcan, "does look like blood, I don't blame you for thinking it's purely that. Don't get me wrong, there is some blood in there, just not a significant amount."
"I'm sorry, I'm not really following," Tobias says, listening intently like an overachieving grade student.
"Well, it's mostly vomit, just plain vomit," the doctor says simply, a concentrated look on his face. "Yes, there is some blood in there, but just enough to make it look like blood. This is from your stomach, Tris." He rests a hand on his hip as I stare at him intensely. "To put it simply, you're just dealing with morning sickness with a bit of blood in it," he says, looking at us and waiting for us to reply.
I sigh deeply. "So… my lungs really aren't that bad?"
"They're not too bad, no," he says, shaking his head. "...Okay, so let me explain roughly how damaged your lung is." He pauses for a moment, thinking. "So, imagine a cashew, the size of a cashew. Maybe a bit bigger than that. A couple inches, maybe two or three in length. That's only about how big the rip in your lung is. Enough to give you some trouble, yes, but not enough for you to throw up as much blood as you were thinking you were." He pats his sides. "Does that answer your question?"
"How long will I have to be here, then?"
"Until your lung heals up a bit more, just so we can monitor you and also so we can make sure you don't have a miscarriage. Maybe a week, at most. Probably a little less time than that, honestly." He rubs his beard and looks at his watch. "Oh, I really need to get going. I'll see you guys later, oka-"
"Hey, what about my nausea?" I say, worrying a bit.
"I've got you something for that, don't worry," he says, smiling. It should be here to you about lunch, if you can just handle it a bit longer."
If I can handle it a bit longer.
"Okay, thanks doc," Tobias says, waving at him over to my side.
"Well, crap," I say once the door's shut. "So it's just a glorified morning sickness," I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I hate being pregnant."
Tobias sighs over to my side as well. "I hate you being in pain."
"Hey… where's Christina?" I ask, staring over at the couch and finding it empty.
"I have no idea," he says, a frown on his face. "Maybe she went to get a proper breakfast?"
"Nah," we both say in unison, laughing a little.
….
"... So that's what happened," I hear Christina's voice say as she opens the door quietly, Tobias half asleep lying next to me on my cot. I've managed to keep my vomiting at bay this morning, miraculously.
"Well, hi," I say quietly as Christina comes in; Matthew, Cara, and Zeke following behind her. "Hey guys." I suddenly get a bubble of nervousness in my stomach. Really, anything that has to do with explaining my current state to people makes me nervous. I guess that's also because I've been through this before and it just hurts too much to explain anything about my past, especially my recent past, to people.
"Hey Tris," they all chime in, fake smiles on their faces.
I sigh. "Guys, please don't give me that look. You're making me feel awful. I mean, it's not like I'm dying here, just injured and pregnant."
Zeke rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, guess you're right." He goes ahead and sits right down on the foot of my bed. "How's it going, huh?"
"Well," I say, looking around the room. "I'm enduring morning sickness, except it's blood and vomit." I pause for a minute. "I'm better now though, really, they're working on getting me some more effective medicine," I say at them. It's kind of nice to have them here, actually, for the room to not be so quiet. I pause for a minute. "So… I'm guessing Christina informed you guys about my situation? Please tell me she did."
"I did, to save you some trouble," Christina says nonchalantly, taking a seat beside my bed.
"Thanks."
"I still don't know how you manage to stay so sick, Tris," Cara says, shaking her head. "It's always something with you," she gripes, but I can tell she's just joking. It's weird; Cara and I kind of have this love hate relationship. We always insult each other, but in kind of a dysfunctional sisterly way.
"You're one to talk," I say up at her, not managing the level of insult I wanted. She smiles at me and I scoff, "Oh, just shut up."
I look over to my right, Tobias wide awake beside me.
"Oh, hey. I didn't know you were up."
"I've been up for as long as they've been in the room," he says, smiling down at me. "So, how are you guys doing? You're pretty informed to how we are, I mean, it'd be nice if we knew something about you since we hardly see you anymore."
Matthew tugs on the choker around his neck and shrugs. "I'm fine, life's pretty stable right now I guess. As boring as ever at the compound like usual."
Zeke puts a finger on his stubbly chin. "I found my own apartment, so that's good." He looks over at Cara and her smug expression and snorts. "Yeah, yeah, Cara. You've got us beat, we know."
"What's up with you, Cara?" I ask, my eyebrows raised.
"The same thing that's up with you, surprisingly," she says, her cheeks pinking slightly. "I'm quite pregnant."
"What?" I say, a smile crinkling my cheeks, although I'm not sure why. "Okay, how pregnant?"
"A little over three months," she says, running a hand through her hair. "I figured it out right after I came over to your house, way back when."
"So… who's the dad?" I ask.
"My long time boyfriend," she says, straight up.
"You don't look pregnant at all," Tobias chimes in, a neutral look on his face.
Cara sighs. "You might not be able to tell, but I can. And it's not very fun, trust me," she says, a pointed look in my direction. "You'll be in my shoes in a few months, Tris."
I give her a bitter laugh. "I doubt it," I say, my eyes darkening. The room sounds eerily quiet. "I'm kind of expecting to lose this one, too, as messed up as it sounds. I'm afraid something's going to happen to it and I just can't afford to get attached to it, not now. Probably not ever. I just… I know that something's going to take it away from me, and…. it scares me to death." The last part comes out as barely a whisper.
Tobias wraps his arm around my shoulders tightly and my eyebrows furrow. "I'm sorry for bringing you guys down," I whisper at them. After what seems like a lifetime, I look up in the quiet room. Nobody says anything, just looking at me. On their faces rest fragile smiles.
"I know it has to scare you. Heck, it scares me, I can't even imagine how you feel," Christina says over to my side. "But I think I speak for us all when I say that we're here for you, Tris, no matter what moral support we can give you. We'll help you in whatever battles you face so you won't have to worry about that anymore, or at least not worry as much."
Zeke pats my leg. "Yeah, we've got your back Tris."
"Yeah," Cara and Matthew say, nodding their heads at me.
"...Thanks, everyone," I say, my eyes glassy.
…
Breakfast comes soon, everyone watching cartoons and sitting on the floor except for me and Tobias, when the nurse comes in.
"You just get more and more visitors, don't you Tris," my nurse says, a somewhat annoyed look on her face.
"That's how it looks, huh," I say, smiling back a little at her. She just shakes her head and hands me some more hot grain and whatever for breakfast, then exiting without handing me any medicine of any sort. I just sigh and take it, eating small bites in an attempt to not upset my stomach.
Sure enough, like I expected, in a few hours I'm barfing my guts up out of nowhere again. Cara, Matthew, and Zeke start to freak out for a second before they see me with Tobias, him rubbing my back and crooning in my ear. I'm not sure what it looks like to them, but it must put them to ease because they don't say anything after that.
After I'm finished vomiting and what- not, I lay my head back over on the pillow, resting my head on Tobias' arm. I take a deep breath.
"Cara, did you have morning sickness?"
"No, not a lot. I mean, certain smells set me off a little, but that's it."
I cuss.
…
It's almost lunch by the time my medicine's brought in by my doctor.
"It's about time," I say menacingly, my face pale and sweaty from barfing consecutively. By now there's a permanent look of worry on Tobias' face and it's killing me.
"I know, I'm sorry," he says, handing me a bottle of pills. "Now, these are quite a bit stronger than the others you previously took. Most importantly, don't take more than four a day, and I'm quite sure that these will help. They're worth the wait. Um, also," he says, snapping his fingers. "You'll probably be quite drowsy from them as well, but that's fine... because you have all the nap time you need," he says, and I go ahead and pop a few into my mouth. "If you start to cramp or notice more blood in your vomit then call me immediately," he says, holding a thumb up at me questioningly.
"Thank you, doc," I say after I take the pills. "You're a lifesaver."
"I hear that all the time," he says sarcastically as he walks out the door. "See ya."
I immediately snuggle into Tobias underneath his arm and rest my head on his chest. "Maybe you can stop worrying so much about me now, huh?"
He scoffs at me. "You wish. I'll never stop worrying about you. I couldn't stop if I tried." He pauses for a moment. "Would you say this morning sickness is worse or better than the last one?"
I think for a minute. "I'd probably say worse, especially in the past few days," I say. "Although… it was pretty rough last time. I'm just…." I yawn. "Not a good mother, I suppose."
Tobias rests his nose in my hair. "You'll be a great mother," I hear him whisper into my hair. And although I know I wouldn't be even if my child would survive, he sounds unbelievably sure of what he said. I don't believe it, but he sure does.
He smells amazing…. like home.
Enjoy the longer chapters! Unfortunately, this does means more waiting time and also.. less chapters until the end :') (not quite yet tho)
And don't get angry with me about the Cara thingy :P
~Beff Monster