Hello guys :) I am now back, although it is not for very long as I have more exams coming up. This is the last chapter of the story, so enjoy it. Jumping straight into a lemon here.
I shudder every time his hot breath pushes past my ear. The warm air sticks to my earlobe but then suddenly freezes there, causing goosebumps to pop up on my skin. I feel his repetitive pounding against my wet core, and moan loudly, noticing how his manhood twitches inside of me. He whispers my name sometimes, and other times all I hear is gibberish. I open my eyes to look up at the new ceiling which is being blocked from my view by Peter's shoulder every second. I can't help but smile then. Knowing that he is inside of me, and we are together in this new environment and we are safe. We are finally safe.
"Tris, my God baby, you feel so good," he whimpers. My eyes fight to stay open. I flutter my eyelids when he plunges deeper into me. The impact makes all my muscles contract. I found that if I shut my eyes, I am able to feel more. I am able to actually bring myself to reality and tear my mind away from the scary thoughts that haunt me. And to stop being distracted by that stupid ceiling. Only a few seconds ago I noticed that it has butterfly shapes engraved into it.
Peter pushes the moans out of me. The new bed creaks beneath us, informing me of how unstable it is. But I don't care if it breaks. It can shatter right now and I wouldn't care.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he roars somewhere near my head. I almost smile.
"Give it to me," I reply. Where all this bluntness came from: I have no idea. I remember how we woke up this morning and he attacked me with kisses. Things escalated from there.
A familiar nausea starts coming over me again, but I choose to ignore it.
Peter growls against my skin, releasing what was inside of him into my womb. When he pulls out, the semen seeps out of me, trickling down my thigh when I turn onto my side. He hovers there for a bit, running a hand up and down my back. Then like me, he collapses onto the bed and starts panting.
"What a lovely way to wake up," I say. Peter's mouth twitches up into a smile before he replies.
"Lovely?"
"Well, how would you describe it?" My eyes land on his face when I prop myself up on my elbow. His chest is always moving.
"Satisfying," he breathes.
"What a satisfying way to wake up," I correct myself. Peter chuckles, making the mattress vibrate.
"Yeah, you can say that, I guess," I capture my bottom lip with my teeth, running my eyes all over his body. His shoulders seem broader, and his chest is definitely more buffed up. What a difference the war can make. I didn't even know he worked out that much. I trail my eyes down in hope of seeing his even more attractive member, but he covered it up with a blanket. I deflate in disappointment. "What are we gonna do today?"
My eyes jump back to his face, noticing that he is grinning at me. I think of the thing that would me most logical to do. We have just moved in into a brand new house. Surely, we should be unpacking. Except that there is nothing to unpack as all we have with us are our clothes. This truly is a fresh start. Nevertheless, I respond with inevitable enthusiasm.
"We could sort out our clothes," I say, watching him raising his eyebrows, "I still need to see the rest of the rooms."
"Oh, yeah," he realizes, throwing his head back, "There are like two rooms that need decorating. We could do that this week."
"Does it feel weird not having a job?" Peter sits up, reaching over me to grasp the boxers he discarded last night.
"No," he replies, "It's more fun. I get to spend more time with you."
I smile knowingly. Even though I never had a job, the feeling was mutual. Every time he would return home, my heart would lift and happiness would well up inside of me. We weren't together back then, but I don't think it made us any less out of love.
"You coming?" I snap out of my thoughts at the sound of his voice. Peter stands at the foot of the bed, dressed in nothing but his dark jeans. When did he manage to do that? Was I really thinking for that long?
I nod quickly and slip out of the bed, mimicking his dressing style. I wear nothing but a bra and a shirt. It appears we are both missing the upper or lower parts of our clothes.
We find ourselves in the kitchen that has never been used. I expect the fridge to be empty but apparently Peter took some extra time away from me to buy some groceries. As I open the polished black door, I see a transparent box with chocolate cake in it. A smile crosses my face when I realize that this is the only meal I will get today. Well, that and a half-full bottle of milk.
"Cake?" I turn to face him.
"Your favorite," he informs, lifting a twisted newspaper to me as if to say that I have his permission to take the cake out.
I break apart the two plastic parts wedged together and lift the lid. Immediately, I am enveloped by the sweet smell. Why did I not take advantage of this in Dauntless? Cake is the best thing in the world.
"I can go and buy some eggs, if you want," Peter's voice purrs behind me. I shake my head and take out two spoons, handing one to him without looking.
"It's fine, we'll eat this for breakfast." We don't take out any plates, knowing that we will have to wash them before use. Our laziness shows more than ever. I dip my metal spoon into the corner of the chocolate sponge and bring the armed cutlery to my mouth. The cake starts melting before I even chew. As always, it's amazing.
Suddenly, the nausea I was feeling this morning hits me like a ton of bricks. I was holding it in for this long but now I don't think the act is possible to keep up. The spoon clatters into the sink and I lean over the marble counter. Peter's hand finds me when I squeeze my eyes shut.
"Tris, what's wrong?" I want to say that everything is okay. That it is just food poisoning. Maybe the cake was out of date. It certainly didn't taste like it was out of date. My abdominal muscles clench, controlling the bubbling liquid inside of me.
"Excuse me for a moment," I whisper.
When I reach the newly constructed bathroom, my knees buckle, sending me to the floor. I think I break my knees in the process of falling. Damn, why didn't we place the carpets here earlier?
I throw up the innocent piece of cake I was fortunate enough to have. Yellow slime follows. I don't remember eating anything like this. My bruises flare up as I tense to push the horrible water out of me.
"Ugh," I groan in frustration. This is the last thing I need. How am I ever going to get better with all these nauseating attacks?
"You're scaring me, Tris," Peter says behind me. He holds my hair back as I spit into the toilet bowl. What a way to christen the first time of it's use. I am scaring myself.
When I feel less violated, I lean back against Peter's chest. He flushes the toilet for me before carefully picking me up and standing me on my feet. I turn to look at him. There is worry plastered all over his face. His mouth is in a hard line and his eyes are wide.
"It's alright, it's..." I wipe my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt, "It's probably food poisoning, or something stupid like that."
"Food poisoning?" He seems relieved by my answer. He wants to believe it. So he does. All his muscles relax and his arms touch my hips gently, aware of the bruises. "Yeah, that's probably it."
He doesn't even question what I could have eaten. I follow him out of the bathroom, stopping in my tracks when I see a cat calendar on the wall. I smirk at the white, fluffy creature penetrating my soul. So innocent.
What could the sickness be? I think back to the time when I was all drugged up before going into a simulation, and then numerous times after that. That could be it. But it's impossible. Al told me that they flushed the poison out of my blood back when I was in the hospital unit.
A date catches my eye. October, 26th. Wait... but isn't that...?
"What?" Peter asks from across the room.
My face heats up as I run a hand through my hair and force myself to look at him. My heartbeat becomes so frantic that I am convinced at one point it will punch a hole through my chest. I find my voice soon enough.
"I don't..." Full sentences don't quite agree with me. I don't know what to say. Could I actually be pregnant?
I stand paralyzed in front of him. All through the one minute silence, he doesn't move a muscle with me. That is until I bite my lip at him.
"I think I will need... a pregnancy test," I say quietly, taking a step back. The shock on Peter's face doesn't register until he starts to talk.
"A... p-pregnancy...?" he stutters. I nod slowly, trying not to scare him with my quick movements.
I might be pregnant. What do I do?
I did think that at some point we were going to have kids, but never this soon. This is all too real. Absent-mindedly, I put a hand on my stomach, trying to feel the growing life through my hand. Peter's eyes travel down to it, softening at the sight.
"I'll get one for you today," he says when he finds his words.
I shut my eyes for a second, thinking of what the future holds. The answer is that I do not know. It has been two months since I reunited with Peter. Since then I have learned how to let go of the past. I don't think of Tobias anymore. I will always love him, but not in this life. In this life, Peter is the one who is mine to love. I can see that now. We will build our future on our mistakes and fears. It will never be normal, but what the hell is normal? I accept that my nightmares about the war will never stop. They will get better, but at the end of the day, I cannot simply forget.
"Tris," he whispers. I open my eyes to look up at him, "Even if you're pregnant... I promise I'll stand by you."
His eyebrows furrow in all seriousness as he nods at me.
Of course he will stand by me. I did not doubt that for a second.
The new fanfic from Peter's point of view will be published in about two weeks. By then I promise I will have a lot of chapters ready, so the updates will be regular. Don't forget that I need time to come up with a new plot for Peter, so that you guys are still interested. Even though you know how this story ends, Peter's perspective will always be different.
The story will be called 'New Endings' and REMEMBER that it should be published in about two weeks time. So without further ado, review and tell me what you think, and I am hoping some of you will pipe in to read my brand new fanfic later :)