I don't own Divergent.
Hey, everyone. Again with the NaNo thing, please PM me if you did it...
Okay, so because of the CTY course starting on the 3rd of February I'm probably going to be updating less and less. I'm going to have a lot of other work, so FanFiction might not get enough attention...but bear with me. It only lasts for a month or so. Ish.
Here's the update. I still haven't gotten the reply for a recommendation...so yeah. Anyway, enjoy.
"Tris!" someone calls. I turn and see Carson. He runs up to me and hugs me.
"Hey, Car. What's up?" I ask.
"Shauna was being mean so I left," he answers, fiddling with the bottom of my shirt.
"Why don't you tell me what happened?" I ask.
"Well, I wanted to go to the park. I asked real nice and Shauna told me to go away so I did," he tells me, meeting my eyes with his and having the most innocent and adorable expression possible.
"I'm sure Shauna didn't mean that." I stand up. "Tori, can I go drop Carson back with Shauna? I shouldn't be more than ten minutes."
She nods. "Go. Cute kid, by the way."
"Zeke's little brother," I answer. "C'mon, Carson." I offer my hand and he takes it. I lead him along to their new apartment and Carson skips most of the way. He's such a cute kid.
I knock on the door and no one answers. I open it and Shauna is clearly in a frenzy.
"Hey, Tris! Have you seen Carson? I lost him!" She's clearly panicking.
"I have him with me. He walked to the tattoo parlor after you told him to go away," I reply, pulling him into the room. He trembles slightly.
Shauna immediately pulls him into a hug. "Oh my god, Carson. I was so worried. Are you okay?"
"I'm sorry, Shauna." He's visibly trembling now.
She hugs him tighter. "It's okay, baby. Just don't run off like that anymore. I'm sorry I told you to go away. I didn't feel good. I didn't actually want you to go away, Carson."
I kiss the top of his head. "I have to go back to work. Be good, Carson."
He waves and I race back to the parlor. The rest of my shift is pretty uneventful. The parlor isn't very busy, probably because everyone's passed out from the party earlier.
I walk home and grab my sketchbook and Tobias' favorite book, The Outsiders. It seems he has a bit of an obsession, but I just let him have it. It's so cute how much he loves the book.
When I reach the hospital, Tobias is asleep. I kiss his forehead and place the book on his bedside table. He doesn't stir, and I sit in the chair and draw his face after Eric's song.
I work on it for about an hour, and I'm just finishing it when Tobias speaks, startling me, "I looked like that?"
I jump and close the book. "Uh, I guess. That's how I remember it."
"I thought I looked more disgusted," he muses. I chuckle softly and kiss his cheek, ruffling his hair. "I'm not a kid, you know," he adds.
"I know. I just really love your hair," I answer.
"How was your shift?"
"Not very interesting. Only got a few customers. But Shauna yelled at Carson and he ran away to me. We had to deal with that." I pause for a second, hesitating, and then add, "Carson kind of makes me want to have kids, Toby. Not yet. But someday."
Tobias nods slowly. "Maybe someday. Maybe."
"You'll be a good dad," I murmur, leaning my forehead against his.
"You're gonna be a good mom," he counters. Our breaths are mingling and I love the peaceful feeling of it.
"You won't be anything like Marcus," I promise, knowing that's his fear.
"I hope."
"You won't. If I had any fear that you would ever hurt me or any kid of ours, I wouldn't be with you," I whisper.
Tobias kisses me. "I love you."
"I love you more." I kiss him back.
He kisses me again. "Impossible."
"Nothing's impossible," I retort, giggling. Tobias smiles and kisses me yet another time.
"Can I see your sketchbook now? Remember, you did promise," Tobias requests, poking my side. I giggle and hand it to him. He flips it open and looks at each drawing, face emotionless.
"What?" I say after a few minutes.
"It's just….there's so much emotion in them," he answers, voice cracking. He traces a line with his finger.
I kiss his forehead. "Yes. That's kind of the idea, bud."
He raises his eyebrows. "Again with the 'not a kid' thing."
"I'm not allowed to baby my baby?" I add a fake pout just for the hell of it and Tobias laughs.
"Nope." Then he kisses me. "Okay, maybe sometimes. And, love, these drawings are beyond amazing. I love them."
"Thanks," I answer shyly, sitting on his bed.
He pulls me onto his lap. "You know, you're really beautiful."
"Only to you," I mutter.
Tobias grips my chin. "No, to everyone. I catch guys looking at you all the time."
I roll my eyes. "Sure."
He forces me to meet his eyes. "No, Tris, I'm not lying. I swear." And I see in his eyes he's not. I snuggle closer and he chuckles, wrapping his arms around me.
I tilt my head upward and look at him, resting my chin on his chest. "How's it feeling?"
Tobias thinks for a second. "Well, it still hurts. But I can move around and have you on my lap without too much pain, so I'm going to go with a whole hell of a lot better."
I run my hands through his hair. "That's good. I can't wait to have you home."
"How's your shoulder?"
I pause, thinking just like my boyfriend did. "Much better than before. Barely hurts any more."
He kisses me and I melt into him. I pull away after a few minutes and grin at Tobias, who's slightly out of breath and red but grinning.
Westin stirs slightly and we quiet down. Then I remember how my mother never got the chance to talk to us.
"Toby?" I whisper. "Remember how we were going to talk to my mother when you got stabbed? Can I go now?"
He kisses my cheek. "That sounds like a great idea. Thanks for The Outsiders, by the way."
"Love you," I tell him, kissing his cheek and climbing off his lap and bed. He kisses my cheek back and picks the book up off the table beside the bed.
I walk towards my mother and father's apartment dawdlingly. Something about the look in my mother's eyes that day made me kind of nervous.