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Chapter 22

Initiation officially wrapped this afternoon with the announcement of the final rankings. In a few days, the compound is set to have its annual Initiation Party, and then everything will finally go back to normal. Ever since we visited Caleb in Erudite, he's come to visit us too, and he and I have become closer - not exactly friends - but at least he doesn't resent me anymore. I couldn't be mad at him for caring for his sister. If I had been in his position, I would have done the same. I guess we could be considered as friendly brothers-in-law. I know Tris is happy, and that's enough to make me happy. Caleb adores my daughter. As reluctant as he was in the beginning, my little Rose always conquers anyone who meets her. Tris even joked it might be a superpower of hers, and I should prepare myself for many admirers knocking on our door. I groaned loudly, and pouted. There's no chance I'll let any of these crazy Dauntless boys anywhere near my baby, no matter how old she is. Tris only laughed at me, flicking my bottom lip.

We've now started to take Rose to the cafeteria. Not often, but sometimes for lunch. It's basically the only time all our friends are around, and they all beg us to bring the little one. I swear, they don't even care that Tris and I are there; they just completely ignore us. I don't mind though. While Shauna's the one who usually holds the baby, everyone occupies Rose long enough for Tris and me to actually eat in peace without having to wipe drool off of Rose's chin every two seconds or entertain her just so she won't cry.

About two weeks ago, we casually ran into the guard from the infirmary, Jason – as he introduced himself – who correctly predicted that Rose might be colicky. He immediately recognized us, and said hi. He introduced us to his wife, Karen, and their youngest son, Dylan, while I did the same with Tris and Rose. We invited them to sit with us at our table in the cafeteria, but Karen seemed conflicted. Tris gave me Rose to hold, and went to Karen. After whispering back and forth, the two women left the cafeteria with Dylan, while Jason and I took a seat at the table. I didn't ask what was wrong with Karen, because it was none of my business, but I could tell she was distraught. When our friends started to file in, I handed Rose to her godmother, and went to check on Tris. I left the cafeteria, and wondered where they could be, when I passed the ladies restroom closest to the cafeteria. I heard Karen's voice, and knocked on the door, telling them who I was. Karen came to the door, opening it and I hesitated due to my reluctance to enter, but then I eventually did. There was no trace of Tris, so I took a few steps forward until I reached the stall farthest from the entrance. I looked inside, and saw Tris nursing little Dylan. I gave her a questioning look, and she just smiled. They both explained that Karen had the flu the week before, and the doctor told her not to nurse until all the virus was eliminated from her body. They had tried formula, but Dylan didn't like it.

"I offered to feed Dylan now, seeing he is so hungry," Tris continued with a smile, while caressing the baby's head, "I also told Karen to stop by so that I can give her some of the milk bottles we have stored in our fridge. Karen, I usually nurse Rose, and the bottles are just for emergencies," she reassured Karen who looked flustered. "It would be a shame for it to spoil, and I'm kinda sick to find out that my husband uses my breast milk to sweeten his coffee anyways," she finished with a mischievous glint in her eyes. My own widened whilst Karen laughed, her body relaxing.

"Jason used to do that too," she confessed, waving her hand at me to signal she didn't care.

"Inconsiderate pervs! Drinking their babies' milk away," Tris teased.

I just chuckled, and told them I liked Tris's milk better. I still have no idea where that bluntness came from, but it relieved the tension a little. I wasn't sure if I wanted Tris to give away milk bottles that were technically Rose's, but my wife was right. Most of the time, Rose would suck the milk out of her mother, and we had plenty of bottles already stored so giving a few away wouldn't hurt. Plus, Dylan is an innocent baby who is just hungry.

From that day on, we included Karen and Jason to our group, which was a really nice addition. Karen works in the control room, while Jason is a compound guard. Plus, now with their children around, Rose could grow up having friends her own age. And it was even a good change for Tris. She was the only mom in our group, and while the others love my daughter, they don't understand what it means to be a parent. Jason and Karen do. They weren't much older when they had Paul, who is four years old now. And I have to admit, having Jason around to give me some advice was really helpful.

Since everyone was basically off duty, the girls went to Tori's to have a girls night, while us guys met at my place for a game of poker, but without the smoking and drinking. I don't smoke, but some of the others do, and I refused to the idea of having alcohol in the house while we were supposed to watch the kids. Zeke protested a little, but I quickly shut him up. Tris spends most of her time cooped up in the apartment being a good housewife and mother. She deserves a night out, just to enjoy her youth. We both love Rose to death, but we are still two young people. I am nineteen, and Tris is seventeen. In any other faction, we would still be considered borderline kids ourselves.

It is around ten p.m. when my phone rings. I pick up, and I'm immediately greeted by loud shouting. I pull the phone away from my ear, trying to see who called, and see Tori's name.

"Tori?" I ask.

"No, silly. It's me. Your wifey," Tris slurs. Is she drunk?

"Uh, babe, are you alright?" I ask her, a little concerned. Zeke rips the phone out of my hand, putting it on speaker. I go to punch him when Tris starts talking again.

"Yo, bitches, shut it. Wanna say hi to my hubby?" comes Tris's voice through the phone. Zeke holds the phone closer to my mouth, signaling for me to talk to her.

"Babe, have you been drinking?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Just a little. It was so yummy. And colorful. Hey, I want some of that too," she yells, her voice muffled. I look around at my friends, who all snicker and glance away. Bastards! I don't think they'd be so joyful if it was their girlfriends calling them drunk. Although, knowing him, Zeke might be happy with Shauna being this wasted.

"Tris, honey, where are you?" I ask her.

"What?" comes her reply, "I can't hear you," she speaks, starting to laugh. "That tickles," she adds.

"Tris, what tickles?" I question her, trying to remain calm.

"The needle." A loud hiccup, and then a burp comes through the phone. "That wasn't me. Shauna, you pig. You burped into the phone. Four will totally think I did that."

"Oh, shut it. He loves you so much that he'd lick your ass," Shauna screams in retort, and the guys burst out laughing.

"Oh, you mean like Zeke did yours?" Tris counters. I can imagine her smug grin right about now. That was a nice stab.

"I told you that in confidence," Shauna shrieks, and then a loud noise is heard.

"Tris, what just happened?" I inquire, all the boys looking at each other with concern.

"Nothing. Shauna just stepped on a banana peel and crashed into the cake we stole from the cafeteria," she mumbles nonchalantly. They stole a cake? What have these girls been up to? "Ugh, Shauna, I didn't even get to eat any," Tris whines.

"You should have eaten cake before you got your tattoo," Lynn tells her cheerful. I've never heard Lynn this cheerful. Okay, now I'm scared. Wait. Did Lynn just say Tris got a tattoo?

"Baby, did you get a tattoo?" I ask her, hoping it's the kind kids get that you can wash off.

"Yup," she answers, popping the "p". I hang my head as the boys wolf-whistle. "Wanna know where it is?" she asks flirtatiously. "I'm going to give you a hint. It's your favorite breakfast dish," she purrs, and bursts out laughing. Her pussy? I feel my cheeks burn. Did she really get a tattoo there?

I look toward Jason, and ask him to watch the kids. They are asleep already, but I don't want to leave before I know my daughter is alright. He nods, and I sprint out, running toward the only place I can think they could be: the tattoo parlor. But when I get there, it's closed. I try to think where they could be, and then it dawns on me. Tori's. They wanted to have their girls' night there. And I know that Tori has a tattoo station at home; it's where she did mine. I'm such an idiot.

I run back towards the apartments, and after climbing several flights of stairs, I knock on the door. I can hear from outside how the girls are partying, and I wonder if they even heard me. I try the door, and it opens. I walk inside finding all of them wearing just their underwear. I want to look away, but I also want to find my wife. I walk past them and they don't even notice I'm here; they're all too entranced in their dancing. I spot Tori sleeping soundly on the couch, as if there isn't a wild party going on, and shake my head, proceeding to look for my wife.

I look around for Tris, but can't find her. I check the kitchen, the bathroom, I even take a look in Tori's bedroom, but it's empty. A feeling of dread settles in, and I silently pray Tris didn't leave the apartment. In her state, anything could happen to her. Why did she have to drink?

The last place to check is the back room, where Tori has her tattoo station. I walk inside, and watch Tris stare at the drawing of my tattoo. I watch her for a moment, and realize she is caressing her left boob, while her right hand is in her panties, stimulating her clit. A moan escapes her, and I feel myself getting hard. I expected to find anything really, anything but this. The image before me is so sexy that all I want is to rip my clothes off and take her right here on the floor. I don't know what devil possesses me, but I lock the door behind me and walk closer to where Tris still stands, playing with herself, when she then starts moaning again.

"Tobias," my name tumbles from her lips, "I need you." Her voice is small, but intense. It's filled with lust and love, and all I can do to stop myself from wrapping her in my arms, is to remember I came here because I am concerned.

"Tris," I whisper tentatively, not wanting to startle her. She slowly turns around, her hands never leaving the body parts she was caressing and smiles at me.

"You came," she breathes, her gaze betraying the level of intoxication, but also how horny she is. She reminds me of the time she was still pregnant and couldn't get enough of it. I was more than happy to scratch her itch, but right now, I am concerned.

"Honey, how much did you drink?" I ask, stepping closer.

"Just a little. But it was so yummy," she giggles. She winces, and for a moment, I wonder if she's hurt. She pulls out her hand from her panties, and then I see the outline of the bandage. I close the gap between us, and go to see what she did. I hope to God it's not something stupid. She'd regret it for the rest of her life. "You wanna see what I got?" she asks seductively, and I nod. She slowly pulls down the bandage, and I crouch down to see what she did. Right on her womanhood is my name tattooed. I look up at her, and she giggles. "That's yours. Forever," she utters lovingly. I am still looking at her in shock. I can't believe she did that. Firstly, because it must have really hurt. Secondly, because she will regret it in the morning. And thirdly, because from all the things she could have gotten, she chose my name. It makes me smile to know that even in her drunken state, she chooses me. "You like it?" she asks timidly, biting her lip nervously.

"I do. But you might regret it in the morning," I tell her. She shakes her head adamantly.

"I've never regretted anything that involves you. I am happy I married you and had your baby. I'm just happy you love me as much as I love you, because I want to be with you my whole life, and make lots of babies with you, and have big Christmas parties with our kids, and grandkids." I smile even more hearing her say that. I love her so much.

"Let's go home, honey." She nods her head, puts the bandage over her tattoo, and takes my hand. I unlock the door, and we both go on the hunt for her clothes. As much as I want to get her home, I don't want her to walk around half naked. A lot of guys already undress my wife as it is. I don't need these fools to see her goodies. They are for my eyes only.

It takes about ten minutes before we can finally leave. I give her a piggyback ride, seeing as she is wobbly on her feet. Besides, I enjoy the feeling of her soft breasts pressed against me. I grin at that, and hurry home. By the time we enter our apartment, she is fast asleep, and I go to lay her down. Jason is the only one who stayed, while the others went home. I thank him again for staying. After I make sure both my girls are alright, I pick up Paul, while Jason takes Dylan in his arms. We go to his apartment, and I offer to stay with the kids, while he goes to retrieve his own wife. He thanks me, and within fifteen minutes I am back home. I get rid of my clothes, sleeping only in my underwear, and snuggle close to my wife. Tris will have a massive hangover tomorrow morning, but for now, everything is alright.

A/N: So, Tris let loose. And got drunk. And stole a cake. And got a tattoo on her... private part.

What did you think of that? Girls gone wild, huh?

Would you have done that for the one you love, your soul mate?