CHAPTER 3

I've made it, made it through the tunnel, beating the other me. I have an arm wrapped protectively around my stomach when I stumble into the room where Johanna and Tori are arguing. I watch as the knife in Tori's hand plunges into the Erudite leader's stomach. I watch as she gurgles on her own blood and die.

I can feel the nausea that's connected with my pregnancy rise but I swallow sharply, pushing it down. The next thing I see is Tobias and Uriah walk inside and spot me.

"Traitor, she's a traitor!" yells Tori, her hands shaking.

I watch as rage fills Tobias' eyes. "You came here with him, didn't you?"

I nod, taking slow steps towards him until my body is almost flush against him. I pick up one of his hands and place it gently onto my stomach that is almost the same it was before I found out I was pregnant. I can see the conflict that appears in his eyes; the gentle, coming effect his hand on my stomach is having; yet the fire that still rages about the thought of me working with the father that he hates fight in the depths of his eyes. I whisper to him, "Yes but not for the reasons that you would think."

The fire has taken control, I can see it in his eyes and the gestures he makes as he takes his hand off my belly and throws it into the air with frustration. "No?" He practically shouts. "Like what?"

I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, stupid hormones. I can feel a sob caught in my throat. All I can think is I can't lose him, not now, not when not just myself but also when our baby depends on it. His eyes take in the sight of me—with tears that are ready to roll down, the deep red that spreads across my cheeks, the hands that wrap around my stomach protectively. "Like the stuff that's on that computer—and for our baby." I add softly.

At his sides, his hands clench and unclench, he turns to Uriah, "Just take her downstairs."

And with that, I feel Uriah's hand wrap around my arm as he propels me downstairs. I sit in the lobby, aimlessly staring at the tiles. One hand lies pressed against my stomach, hoping that the small child inside of me will give me strength. I don't know what I've done, I don't know what I will do. I can't keep going without Tobias, he is my rock, the one person I will always lean against for support. But without him, I'm afraid I'll crumble.

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I see black sneakers come towards me and see knees in my line of vision. I feel fingers delicately brush against my cheekbone and when I look up, I meet dark blue eyes. I feel a tear slide down my tear stained face and he instantly wipes it away. He gathers me in his arms and my head falls against his shoulder and sobs once again begin to wrack my body.

He holds me tightly, one hand stroking my hair, soothing me. "Shh, Tris, I'm sorry. You are right, I do know who you are, I just needed to be reminded." I nod against him, feeling my tears coming to a stop.

Suddenly, Johanna stops and screeches, "What is this?" Both Tobias and I glance up and see a screen coming up behind her.

"You did it?" I ask Tobias incredibly.

"You did it." He confirms. "You were right, Tris." I press my lips against his, lacing my arms behind his neck, pressing him against me, until no gaps are between us. We break apart as a voice begins talking.

My voice catches as the woman on the screen says, "Edith Prior." My hand clutches Tobias' and I think it is the only thing keeping me on Earth.