A/N: Hey guys! This chapter is something that, for some odd reason, I really enjoyed writing about. I find these kinds of things interesting when it comes to fanfiction, but of course this is not something I want to experience in real life.
There is more to this author's note at the end of the chapter, but for now, here is Chapter 36!
TRIS'S POV
When we get back to the apartment, I find my mother standing right by the door.
"Mom, what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to you about something important. Can we talk somewhere private?"
"Yeah, sure. Just let me go change. As you can see, I am cold and wet from the rain storm outside. Do you want to wait in the living room?"
"Sure." I unlock the door and we step inside. Once inside, she sits on the couch and Tobias and I go to our room to change. As I strip myself of my wet clothing I can feel Tobias watching me. I look over at him and see lust clouding his eyes. He is now in just a clean pair of underwear while I have absolutely nothing on at the moment. He walks over to me and kisses me passionately. I kiss him back for a moment until I remember that my mother is just on the other side of the door, so I push him away.
"I'm sorry Tobias, but we can't do this right now. My mother is waiting for us, and she is only a door away. If we did this now, we wouldn't stop and she would not only be left waiting, but she also would most likely hear us. That is the last thing she probably wants to hear right now."
"Dammit. It is just so hard for me to keep my hands off of you when you have no clothes on."
"I know. It is hard for me too. Maybe after my mother leaves we can pick up where we left off." I look down and see that his large and hard manhood looks like it is about to burst out of the thin fabric covering it. I look at his eyes and see a little bit of pain.
"You probably should take care of that," I say with a giggle.
"I would rather you take care of it. I don't like doing it myself. It isn't the same,"he says as his eyes lustfully look over my naked body.
"I know, but I can't right now. You know that. Tell you what though, why don't you go and take a shower. See if you can get your mind off of me."
"Psssh. Like that would ever happen."
"Just try ok? I need to talk to my mom."
"Alright." He then goes to grab a towel out of the drawer and goes to the bathroom. I put on a clean pair of panties, a sports bra, a fresh t-shirt, and some sweats. When I step out of the bedroom I find my mom just waiting patiently on the couch. She looks up and smiles at me. I go and sit down next to her.
"Hey mom, whats up?"
"Oh, Beatrice! I've missed you!"
"I missed you too mom."
"How are things?
"Things are going a lot better than they were a month ago, as you know. We are still trying to figure out what to do with Max, Marcus, Bruce, Peter, Eric, and Jeannine. Jeannine will most likely have to go under the truth serum, as will Bruce, Peter, and Eric. We also still don't quite know what is on the file 'Corn Starch' yet. We haven't really had time to look at it closely because we have been so busy!"
"Yeah, probably with each other!"
"Mom!"
"Oh, come on Beatrice! I know you guys do it. You told me that you were anyways when I came to see you in wedding dress. You said you couldn't resist because of your hormones. And besides your married now, so of course you guys do it all the time! You did it like an hour ago. It is written all over your face. How was it doing it in the rain?"
"I prefer not to discuss my sex life with my mother," I say, my face blushing red like a tomato.
"Actually, that is why I am here, Beatrice. I've never given you the proper talk."
"Isn't it a little too late?"
"Maybe a little, but I feel like it is something I need to talk to you about because there are some things that you really need to know."
"I think I pretty much got the gist of it. We do not need to have this conversation"
"Being pregnant and doing it every night doesn't mean you know everything about it. There is a lot you probably don't know."
"You didn't have to come all the way over here for this."
"Actually, I did. This is part of my job as your mother."
"I don't want to have this discussion mom. It isn't necessary."
"Oh, Beatrice, don't be embarrassed. It is a completely natural thing."
"I don't even talk with my best friend about it."
"Ah, but I am not your best friend. I am your mother, and as your mother, I must have this conversation with you."
"But mom!"
"No buts Beatrice! We are having this conversation whether you like it or not!"
"Fine. Go ahead. Say what you want to say."
"Let me say this now, I would have talked to you about his much sooner, but Abnegation only allowed me to tell you that sex only produced children. I was not allowed to tell you about the impact of sex on a person and a person's relationship, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. There is a difference between sex and making love. Sex is all about the physical gratification while making love is about two people showing the other person how much they love each other by bringing them pleasure. Making love is also about a spiritual and emotional connection. While sex is a very important part of a relationship, the relationship should not be based on sex. Also, neither you should feel forced into sex when you don't want it.
Here is one of the most important parts, Beatrice: you must talk to him. Tell him what you don't like, but also be open minded to new ideas. You never know if you won't like something if you don't try it. Also, don't be afraid to tell him what you do like. Tell him what makes you feel good and not only brings you the most pleasure, but also tell him what makes you feel the most connected to him. Also, don't just tell him where you liked to be touched, but also show him. He may not always know, even if he seems like he does. Showing him will make a real difference. Also ask him what he likes. Making love is not about the individual, but rather, it is about the two of you, coming together. Does all this make sense?"
I sit here, looking at my mother, my face most likely pale and full of surprise. I never expected her to talk about something like this with me. Plus, it isn't something I really like to talk about. I'd rather just do it.
"I know this is an uncomfortable topic for you, but I needed to tell you this."
"I can barely talk to him about it."
"I kind of figured that."
"How?"
"I know you very well, Beatrice. A mother always knows her child. And please, don't be afraid to talk to him, or else there is a possibility that your relationship will falter. Communication is important in every aspect of a relationship, not just sex. In fact, I want you to talk to him tonight about everything I just told you. He needs to know this too. Additionally, don't be afraid to talk to your best friend about it either. Sometimes talking with someone of the same gender about experiences is a good thing; it shows that you trust them. And I'm sure you would rather get bedroom tips from your best friend then your mother."
"Oh gosh, you better not give me any tips. I don't want to hear about you and dad like that. That is the last thing I want to imagine."
"Just like your father and I didn't want to imagine you having sex with a boy. Oh wait. That's right. We don't have to imagine it. We saw it."
"Ugh, mom please don't remind me. That was absolutely horrifying. I was so embarrassed!"
"Hey, it was hard for us too! Neither of us liked seeing our little girl like that! Both of us hate the fact you were doing such a thing!"
"Can we just forget about it?"
"Neither of us can. It is stuck in our heads, so to make up for it, I have to give you hard time about it."
"Can we at least change the subject? I have some good news."
"What is that dear?"
"I'm having a baby girl."
"Oh that is wonderful! Do you know what you are going to name her?"
"Let me tell you what I told Four. The thing is that when you give a child a name, they have to live with it forever, so whatever name we give her, it will have to be one that really means something. I was thinking of Brooke which means 'stream.' I like it because the chasm is a stream, and it would remind me of the chasm, where Four and I shared our first kiss, which eventually lead to her conception. I also like Andrea, which means she would be named after dad. The other one I like is Abigail because it means 'the father's joy.' I'm sure Four will love her. What do you think of those names?"
"They are all great. I'm looking forward to finding out what you name her. How far are you along?"
"I'm at six months now. I got three months left."
"Well, good luck! I'll let your father know that you are having a girl. I'll also tell him about the names. I'm sure he'll be honored that you are considering naming your daughter after him. Anyway, I have to go, but it was great to see you! I love you!"
"I love you too, mom. Take care!" I walk her to the door and hug her good bye. When she leaves, I return to the bedroom and find Tobias sitting on the bed in just a pair of sweat pants, waiting for me."
"So, what did your mom want to talk to you about?"
"I don't think you want to know."
A/N: I know that this was one of the longest chapter I've ever written. I hope you guys didn't mind. I hope you liked the chapter. I know it is a bit odd, but this is something I really wanted to write. I know, I'm an oddball, no, a real weirdo. I of course, never want to have this kind of conversation with my mother. Let me know if you liked this chapter!
On another note, I've been looking at the name suggestions, and here are the top 2 names so far in order:
1. Abigail Brooke
2. Brooke Abigail
The other two names people given me so far are Brooke Andrea and Andrea Brooke.
Also, three people said to just name her Brooke. However, There are two combos that I really like that I want you guys to choose from. I am good with either. The choices are:
Abigail Brooke
Andrea Brooke
I am leaning toward Abigail Brooke, not only because it flows well, but also one of my best friends name is Abbey, which of course is short for Abigail, and I like that name. We'll see though. Let me know!