Chapter 3

Tris P.O.V

I'm place on a table strapped down, guns are pointed at my stomach. Remainder of the life that is now more important than my own.

"What is going on?" I ask, fear sneaking in.

"Not to worry Tris, we are going to be testing the baby's amniotic fluid today... so we can test her genes. She is after all double Divergent. Not to mention from a pure and damage Divergent." He says smiling placing his damn hand on my swollen stomach. He looks down like its a prize to possess. I would love nothing more than to cut his damn hands off.

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" I say struggling against the straps.

"Now. Now. Tris, watch your language. Little ears are listening." He says. "Doctor you may begin." He says to a man in a white coat.

I'm helpless to this, I helpless to protect my baby!

I feel the needle enter through my belly button and I freeze. Scared to cause any unnecessary damage to her.

After the procedure I'm left on the table, no longer strapped. The doctor told me I have to remain laying down for the next twenty four hours and to pay attention to the baby kicking. If she doesn't kick... Damn you David! If something happens to her, nothing will stop me from watching you slowly die!

Its been twenty six hours, no one has come and got me yet. The ghost is clear with my little munchkin, she has been jumping, and stretching for the past few hours. The first kick she did, I cried so happy that she was ok in there. But realization kicked in too, I got to get out of here now!

I slowly get up trying not to make a sound. It's not easy as it once was to maneuver. The extra weight in front gives me pain in my lower back. I look around, looking for any thing that might serve as a weapon. I found a scruple. Guess it's better then nothing.

I make my way to the doors, I stop before I reach for the knob. Trying to hear for any traffic. Nothing, it's silent. I take a deep breath, and with a shaky hand I turn the knob.

The hallway is empty, no one around. I step out into the hallway closing the door behind me. I slowly make my way down the hall. Not knowing which way to go, I don't see any signs, all I see is white walls.

I gotta get out of here. Now! I start to run, well really waddling. One hand support my swollen stomach. My breaths are coming in quick and heavy, my lungs stinging. I hear voices coming from behind me, in hopes they haven't spotted me, I run faster. Please let me get out of here! This can't be happening!

I look back making sure I haven't been spotted, turning the corner.

"Hey, get her!" I hear someone say behind me. Damn they spotted me! I hear a alarm going off. I got no more time! Need to get out of here, I need a exit now! I can't fight... my balance is too off.

I slam into something in front of me, a statue like figure. I almost loss my balance and fall back, but someone grips my arm keeping me in place.

"Well hello, Tris." A familiar voice says, the voice is not a comforting voice. Its a voice of a enemy. I look up into their eyes. Unable to believe my eyes, maybe I'm going crazy. Can this be a simulation? There is no way that this person is alive!

"Oh what's wrong, Tris? You look like you've seen a ghost." He says with a satisfied grin.

"Eric?" Is all my brain allows me to comprehend.

"That's right, BITCH, in the flesh!" He spits out. Then like the coward he is, he lifts his free arm up in the air and let it slamming into my face. This time he allows me to fall back. The last thing I see before he darkness takes over is Eric hovering over me.

Tobias P.O.V

"Dude seriously? Today is my day off, now you know I should be in my bed with Shauna doing the deed." Zeke says.

He is caring the other end of a very long and heavy box. We volunteered to help restore another building today. Zeke asked to tag along, he didn't think I was serious when I told him we start at seven in the morning.

"Zeke, you offered to help." I say, rolling my eyes. Didn't really need to know more about their sex life, I already know too much.

"Seriously you couldn't have waited until ten though, at least gave me enough time to-?" Zeke complains, but I cut him off before he can finish that statement.

"Bro, can you get your mind out of the gutter? We are going to drop this." Knowing where he is going with this conversation.

"You know it wouldn't hurt getting laid, every once in a while. Might help you sleep." He says. Like we haven't had this conversation for the past few months.

"I'm good thanks." Rolling my eyes, as we finally get the box on the floor.

"Dude, not saying go out and get married. Just saying maybe its time you start out with a date or something." He smiles as he proposes what that something might be.

"We gonna have the same discussion again. I told you I'm not ready. I may never be ready. Lets just drop it." Willing not to talk about her. Not now... I volunteer to keep myself from thinking, to keep me busy.

"You may never be ready, Four." I release a groan.

"I still feel her, I... I still think she'll be home any minute. Knock on the door, or just walk on up. I can't. Please lets get back to work." I say, praying that will let this go.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. Just one last thing, do you plan to die a virgin." He says laughing. If he only knew.

Wednesday evenings are durable, those nights I usually have a meal with Evelyn. It was a weekly thing that was started when we got back to Chicago. No matter what happens, we would have dinner same night every week, and same time together. It was a way for her and I to try and savage some kind of relationship. Sometimes she would try her hand at being a "mommy dearest," and cook a home cook meal, other times we simply went out to a restaurant. Just her and I …

"Tobias, maybe you should take Zeke up on his offer." Evelyn said.

"What, not you too? I was grilled all day. Can't I just.. get a break from this topic?" I responded almost banging my fork on my plate like a five year old throwing a tantrum.

"It's been six months, maybe it's time for you to explore a little. Sometimes the best way to move on is to jump back in the saddle." She said. She never was fond of Tris, this doesn't surprise me.

"I'm good for now, Evelyn. Can we please talk about something else other then my love life?" I demand.

What is with everyone today? Whats so damn important about getting me "laid?" I would rather Tris, be the last woman I touched. She was the one I loved most in this world.

That night when I got home, I crashed from exhaustion in bed. More eager for my dreams to take me, after all the discussions that went on today. It didn't take me long.

I am back in Bureau, in a semi dark room, Tris is in my arms. Our kisses are fierce, full of hunger and devotion. My arms tighten her around her waist, bringing her closer to my body. Feeling her every inch against me. I feel one of her hands tangled in my hair, the other is on my neck pulling my lips deeper into hers. She is walking backwards pulling me along with her. Until she hits what I guess is the coach, and we both fall. My body landing above her out stretched legs. We both laugh between our kisses. Barring all my weight on one elbow. My other hand finding its way under her shirt. Tonight it's not like other nights, the desire and love overwhelming both of us. She doesn't stop me, instead she grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. Our lips break for just that moment as the shirt slips off and drops on the floor. In return I slowly creep her shirt over her head and the shirt. Our lips quickly finding their way back to each other. I reach behind her, unhooking her bra, which quickly after joins our shirts on the floor. Taking in the moment I pull back taking her in... she hesitates. Her cheeks blush and her arms encircle her chest. Her expression isn't of fear but of embarrassment... I slowly kiss her neck, making my way to her ravens on her collar bone, while slowly slipping her arms away. "You are so beautiful!" I say stopping, looking into her eyes wanting her to believe me. She smiles at my words, tangling one hand back in my hair, and the other on my shoulders as I continue kissing down her body. I cherish every inch of her, taking my time as each breasts. My fingers find the waste band of her jeans, and I slowly undo the buttons and zipper. When no protests are made, I slowly pull off her jeans and underwear. I stop then, glancing at the gorgeous creature in front of me.

So long we have both prolong this moment. Necessary at the time, not wanting to rush her, to make her feel loved and cherished.

She smiles, welcoming me to continue. I stand and pull of my jeans and boxers, eager to join her.

Zeke always talks so openly about his and Shauna's sex life... Information that I never wanted to know, but so glad I heard now. For I can attempt to make her more comfortable, and enjoy the moment even more.

I hover over her, kissing her lips, exploring her mouth with my tongue, while my hand makes it way down her body. Finding the place that I seek, between her thighs. I insert one finger, messaging her from the inside, circling, pulling in and out, she moans. Letting me know she enjoys the sensation. Soon after I insert a second finger. When I feel her loose, and wet I remove them from her. Hovering over her, I kiss her gently and lovingly, wanting her to know I don't want to hurt her. This is still her decision.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

She nods. "I love you Tobias. I'm sure." She says placing her lips back on mine.

"I love you too, Tris." I say. While placing myself at her entrance.

Ring Ring Ring

Grr who in the hell is calling me right now? I pull my self into a sitting position, grabbing my phone from the night stand. Not bothering to glance at the caller I.D I answer.

"This better be fucking good." I say

"Dude wanna get fucked up? Come on have a drink with me?" Zeke says on the other end. The background gives off that he is at a party or maybe a club.

"No, go away." I say and hang up. Wishing I could go back to my dream. I'm going to kill Zeke!

When sleep won't return I decide a cold shower would be best.