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A/N: I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Tobias POV

Chapter 12

"Four let's go," Zeke yells, holding the lift for me.

I quickly grab my back and walk towards the lift getting in, looking at the other guys as we all share the same smile. We decided that today after work, we would all spend some time just gaming and relaxing overall.

"You're ordering the pizza," Zeke says to me, I nod and shove my hand, expecting my phone to be there but frowning when I realise it's not there.

"I must have left my phone at my desk," I say, more to myself, but loud enough for the others to hear what is happening, "I'll be back."

The others get off the lift as I stay on and press the button to the correct floor. The lift dings and I get out only to be greeted with the voice of Tris, who seems to be on the phone.

"I'm still at work, and I'll probably be here for another two hours," She says, and then is quiet, waiting for a reply.

"No Caleb, I need to finish this by tomorrow, C could come here but" she paused waiting for his reply, "she's throwing up?" Oh, she's talking to her brother.

"You gave her sugar?!" She exclaims. I walk towards her and place a hand on her shoulder, she removes the phone from her ear and gives me an apologetic smile.

"Colette's sick?" I ask as she nods, confirming what I thought, "If you need, I could.." I trail off hoping she understands.

"Really?" She question, as if she was in disbelief.

"Yes, of course, I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't serious."

Tris smiles sweetly, her smile is enough to make my entire day, no week.

"I owe you Four, thank you." She thanks as she engulfs me into a hug. I'm sure I'm grinning like an idiot as I quickly mask my emotion.

"No problem, just text me the address and I'll go there right now" I offer as she nods and begins to type the address in a text.

I grab my phone and head back downstairs.

"Hey guys," I address Zeke, Uriah and Will when I see them, "Colette's sick, and I offered to take care of her for a bit since Tris has some really important work she needs to complete."

Uriah pouts but then nods, " Fine, but next time you have to come. It's been ages since I've hung out with a real man," he proclaims, earning a punch on the shoulder from Zeke and a scowl from Will.

My phone buzzes as I check the text message I got from who I assume is Tris.

Right to my assumption, Caleb's address has been sent to me, as well as her explaining she will only be two hours.

I get into my car, but not before saying goodbye to the guys, trying to sound very nonchalant. I don't want them to discover my feelings towards Tris before I do.

Only a few minutes later, I reach Caleb's house. It's a nice welcoming house that screams out family. I was particularly surprised when I discovered that the Prior brother was a scientist, and assumed his house would look like a lab.

I knock on the wooden door and wait patiently as I hear someone walking towards the door.

A woman with blonde hair and blue eyes with a tint of green. Her blonde hair is tucked neatly in a bun and she wears a light blue blouse and dark coloured jeans. She smiles at me as she extends her hand for me to shake it.

"Hello, you must be Four, I'm Susan, Caleb's wife," She introduces as I shake her hand and nod, confirming my identity.

"It's nice to meet you, Susan," I say simply and then make my way into the house, following behind her.

My eyes go towards Colette. She sits on the grey sofa with multiple blankets around her and a bucket on the floor. She gives me a small smile as she sees me.

"Four," Caleb smiles, "Thanks for looking after our little girl while she's sick, Tris should be here soon and C will probably just eat dinner and then sleep. Oh, diners on the stove, just heat it up when you two are hungry."

I nod as Colette goes to hug her mum and dad, bidding them farewell as they leave the house.

Colette makes her way back onto the sofa and smiles at me, as she begins to ask, "What do we do now?"

"Whatever you'd like to do," I reply, "Are you hungry?"

She shakes her head no, "I'm not hungwy yet."

After Colette asks me a few more questions, we both decide to watch a film, Paddington.Colette's choice.

We watch in silence, with the exception of Colette's laughter during the funny parts and her attempt to quote the lines. I can't help but smile at the three-year-old. Despite her sickness, she still has a smile on her face.

Suddenly she tenses up and rushes off to where I assume is the bathroom, as she empties the contents of her stomach in the toilet. I quickly follow her as I rub her back gently.

She wipes her face and grabs her toothpaste squirting quite a large amount into her mouth band rinse it out, trying to get rid of the taste in her mouth.

Tears stream down her cheeks as she sobs. I pick her up, holding her close to me as she cries into my shoulder.

Panic overcomes me, I wouldn't define myself as a children's person, and now I find myself in a situation that involves a crying child. But this is Colette, somehow, she's different.

The doorbell rings, breaking me from my thoughts. I make my way towards the door as Colette's crying quietens down, but is still present.

To my relief I see Tris standing outside, two hours must have past. She smiles at me but as she glances at the small child crying into my shoulder, her expression changes as her eyebrows furrow and she frowns.

"What happened?" She questions, as I proceed to tell her about Colette emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

She makes her way into the house and tells me she'll heat up dinner. I take Colette to the dining room and attempt to make her stop crying.

"Hey Colette," I whisper as softly as I can into her ear, she just continues crying. From what Tris told me, whenever a small child throws up, it pains their small body and can feel very uncomfortable.

"Collete," I mumble, as I rub her back gently, "How about we eat dinner and then I'll read you your favourite book," I try to reason. Caleb had informed me of her love of reading, or in this case, to be read to.

I feel her nod against my shoulder as she pulls her face out. Her face looks slightly paler than usual and her usually bright green eyes are now tinted red and slightly swollen Her lips are formed into a pout as she moves to sit on my lap.

Tris comes back in the room with three plates of pasta, as she places on in front of me and then the other two next to me.

Tris takes Colette so I can eat, I give her a thankful smile and take a bit of the warm food. Although Colette usually has an independent style, she allows Tris to feed her today, as she slowly devours dinner without having to make any trips to the bathroom, resulting in throwing up.

After dinner has been eaten, Tris and I clear the plates, as Colette goes upstairs to change.

"I'm done," Colette calls, as we both walk up the stairs. I follow Tris into Colette's bedroom. Her bedroom isn't a typical one for a three-year-old girl.

She has a modest-sized bed thats located in the middle of the room. Her walls are coloured baby blue and have multiple picture frames that are on them. Her bed in engulfed by a white tent.

At first glance, you might mistake this for a typical boys room, due to the soccer ball in the corner and bed. But thats what I love about Colette, she doesn't stick to what's typical, and her parents don't force it on her too.

She hops into her bed as Tris takes a seat on one of the to stools that were pulled out from under her desk and located near the bed.

Colette places a book into my hands as Tris turns off the main light as the lamp by the bed illuminates the room with its soft light.

I'm only halfway through the book when I notice the soft breathing of the small blonde. I close the book as Tris places a small kiss on her forehead and makes her way out of the room.

I smile and close the door, making my way down the stairs to find Tris, she smiles kindly at me as she hands me a wine glass filled with red liquid that I can only assume is wine.

We both take a seat on the sofa sipping the liquid, as she begins to talk, "Thank you for staying with C, you really saved me, I owe you."

A smile makes its way onto my face as I reply, "It was nothing really," causing her to roll her eyes.

She places the wine glass on the coffee table that already has my cup on it. I feel my heart beating faster as she gives me one of her beautiful smiles and throws her arms around my neck, hugging me. It takes me a minute to finally move, as my arms go around her waist.

And all I can think of is how close we both are.

A/N Sorry for the short chapter and for not uploading as fast as I usually do. Next chapter will be the anniversary party. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter if you did please review, and if you didn't please give me feedback so I can improve, until next time,

-Divergent31