Tris POV
I wake up and walk into out living room and I sit on the window sill. I dig my finger nails into my arm so deep that it draws blood. I don't even notice. I don't know what I should say to my father. I regret ever leaving him. I hear Tobias walk softly out of the bedroom. He comes up to me and wraps his arms around me. The notices the blood on my arm and pulls my nails out. He looks at me and I have nothing to say.
I walk down to the hospital and I see my mother with bloodshot eyes and black bags under her eyes. I see Caleb walk up to me with the same bloodshot eyes and black bags. He wraps his arms over my shoulders and I find myself doing the same. "I have to go back to Erudite, I have been with father most of the night. I want you to have time with him." I feel embarrassed, why didn't I decided to come and sit with him last night? I feel bile rising in my mouth and I pull away from Caleb and walk behind a bush leaving my mother behind. The bile rises in my throat, I try to hide the fact that I was just sick behind a bush when I walk up to my mother. She looks at me. She looks up then down.
"Whats going on with you Beatrice?" She says. "Tris."
"I can't not now." I say and she looks at me.
"Don't hide it from your father Tris, he deserves to know that he would have had a Grandchild." She says smiling.
"How did you find out?" I ask and she just shakes her head. We then walk into my fathers room at the hospital.
My father lies on a bed with his eyes closed. His face pale and his facial hear over grown. His hair is matted and scruffy. "Father?" I say, croaking, sitting down at his side and taking his hand. His eyes open slowly and light up.
"Beatrice!" I kiss is head and tears prick my eyes. We sit there in silence. The silence is better than anything. Neither of us wants to ruin this moment with words on which we shall regret. After a while I finally find the guts to tell him.
"Father," he looks into my eyes "you're going to be a Grandad." I say smiling slightly. He stays silent and the suddenly he smiles, I have never seen him look so happy.
"How long?" He says attempting to speak.
"I am around 3 weeks in, so about 8 months. I know you will make it father." I smiles and my father drifts off into a deep sleep. I stay with him for hours and then I finally kiss his head and I walk back to our apartment and I find Tobias sat in the living room. It must be late if he's not in the training room. I look at him and bile rises in my throat again. I might have ruined his life by having a child. My father might not even get to see the child. I shuffle into the bathroom and what used to be my lunch is emptied into our toilet. I notice that Tobias is by my side when I have finished emptying my stomach. My hair is pulled back and a hand slowly rubs my back in circles. I collapse against a wall and Tobias flushes the toilet and gets me a drink. His eyes brows crease into the middle of his forehead and he looks at me.
"I guess it's morning sickness?" I say and he doesn't know what to say, he just nods. He takes me to our bed and I fall asleep in his arms.