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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.
When I do get there, I knock. My father opens the door, looking surprised to see anyone.
"Beatrice! What brings you here?" he asks amiably, holding the door open for me. I nod at him and walk in.
"Hi, Dad. Is Mom here?" I ask hesitantly.
"In the living room!" my mother calls. My dad leads me, even though my apartment is an exact copy.
"Hey, Mom," I say awkwardly, putting my hands in my - well, Tobias' - sweatshirt pocket. It's enormous, but also soft and it smells like him.
"Hi, honey. Andrew, don't you have a meeting?" my mother greets me and dismisses my father politely at the same time.
"I, uh, yes, Natalie. See you later, dear," my father stutters. I guess my mother remembered the Dauntless part of herself when she came here.
We sit in silence for a second. "So what did you need to talk to me about?"
"Why don't we work up to that?" she suggests. "How are things with Tobias?"
"Good." God, why does everyone ask that? I mean, if we were having problems, they would notice. We aren't exactly subtle.
"Is that his sweatshirt?" Dang, she's good.
"Yes. How are things with you and Dad?" I'm trying to turn the attention away from me.
"Great, as usual. Thank you for asking, but let's talk about you. Are you two sexually active?"
My eyebrows shoot up. "What?"
"Have you two had sex?" she repeats. Wow. My Abnegation mother….
"Uh, no."
"Will you?" How do I answer this one?
"Mom, what's up with all these questions? What Tobias and I do isn't really your business." I think I deflected it pretty well.
"It is my business because, no matter what your faction says, you are my daughter and I don't want you accidentally getting pregnant at sixteen. I want to protect you, baby." My mother touches my cheek tenderly. "I want you to know how proud of you I am, Beatrice."
I hug my mother. "Thanks, Mom. And, yes, eventually, Tobias and I will - you know. But not right now." A smile works its way onto my face. "He said he wants to marry me someday."
My mother smiles back. "Not too soon, please. I'm not quite ready for grandbabies." I chuckle and she continues, "Why don't we go get you some….protective measures? The shot and some condoms."
I stare at my mother, floored. "What?"
"Protective measures," she repeats.
"Who are you and where is my mother?"
"Beatrice, I'm not joking. I don't want you getting pregnant right now, even with as nice a boy as Tobias." My mother's voice is firm but I'm still floored.
"How about tomorrow?" I suggest faintly.
"Okay. Tomorrow at twelve," she decides.
"Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?" I ask, deciding it's high time to switch topics.
"No. Tris….I need that training soon. My past is catching up with me." My mother's eyes have darkened. I frown.
"What do you mean? Your past in Dauntless?" She's kind of worrying me.
"Yes. My past in Dauntless. Some….old acquaintances weren't exactly excited to see me back." My mother grimaces. "They attacked your father when we first got here and they've been attempting to attack both of us and Caleb since."
"I'm sorry, Mom. Tobias and I -"
"He won't be well enough to train me."
"He's going to be there, Mom. We can start in a few days," I insist. "I have to go." And I leave, stopping at our apartment only for some clean clothes for Toby and me and some puzzles for Toby and Westin. My sketchbook is with Tobias, but I grab some more pencils.
Then I walk back toward the hospital. As I'm turning a corner, I run into - literally - Zeke.
"Hey, Trissy. What's up?" Zeke asks, giving me a quick hug.
"Going back to Four," I admit.
"Geez. You two are inseparable," Zeke notes, shaking his head.
"Why were you here?" I press, ignoring his comment.
"To see Four," he mumbles. I can tell he's lying.
"Why were you really here?"