Hi, my cupcakes! How are you?I hope you are doing alright,

First of all, I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday but it was a CRAZY day and I just felt soooo tired. But here I am with a new chapter.

Thanks to all the reviews! I swear I didn't kill anyone and no one lost the memory!

DISCLAIMER: Skip this and read the chapter, you pansycake! (I don't own Divergent)

"So, how are you feeling?" Dad asks.

We are sitting in a hospital bed. I'm crossed leg in the mattress while he sits by my feet. The room is all white and, if you look through the window, Chicago remains there, all white too: the buildings, the streets and the ferris wheel. The only color around is the clear blue sky. Everything is so peaceful. I look down and find myself in a white hospital gown. My feet are bare and my blonde hair looks perfect. I look at my dad with my mouth half open.

"Is this heaven?" I ask him. He chuckles.

"You're not dead, Trissy. You are asleep." He explains and I sigh in relief, "I thought I could visit you. I don't have much time though."

"But this looks so…real, Dad, where are we?" I ask with fear clear in my voice.

"It's what I like to call 'Land of dreams'." He says and I smile.

"It feels weird having you around," I say honestly, "How are you here?"

"Because you want me here, sweetie. It's all in your mind."

"You make me sound like I am crazy." I say and he laughs.

"You are not crazy, Tris, you are just going through a hard time." I nod at his answer.

"What do I do when I wake up?" I ask him as I play with my flawless hair.

"Well, you are going to ask your mom for some answers. She is going to answer gladly. You are going to talk with Natalie and Andrew and realize they are good people." He says and sighs, "Everything will be fine, honey."

"Why would she come back after 16 years? I don't get it." I mutter after a while as I lay down in the bed.

"She was very young when you were born, Tris. Natalie is a very selfless woman, she always was. When you were born, she was just finishing college. Maybe she was 22 or something. Your mom and I were older. Andrew… he couldn't do anything. Both of their families disapproved what they did. And they knew that the best for you was to live with a good family. So Natalie took you to us." He explains with tears on his eyes. I never saw my dad crying and I don't want to do it now.

"When she showed up in your fifth birthday," he continues after rubbing his eyes, "Your mom and I were so angry at her. But then we understood her reasons. If we were in the same situation, we would have done the same. We agreed she could act like a family friend for a while. Caleb was already there. You used to play with him a lot but, of course, you don't remember. Then, the next year, she was diagnosed. She survived. Then again. She survived. And now again. The thing is that she thinks she won't make it this time, Tris. So she showed up." He whispers the last part and I sigh.

"Really? What if she didn't have cancer, would she still show up?" I ask him, raising my voice.

"I think she would, honey," Dad says calmly. "Why don't you give her a chance? She is dying."

"But the other times she was dying too and she wasn't there, what makes this time different?"

"Caleb," he answers.

"Caleb? What does he have to do with all this?" I ask him but immediately shut up.

"Well, he is her son. And your brother," I flinch at his answer, "He knew his mother wanted to see you. And he is trying hard to grant all her wishes because he thinks she won't make it,"

"I guess I'll never really understand this until' I have kids or cancer." I tell him and he nods.

"Probably,"

We remain in comfortable silence and after a few minutes I open my mouth:

"Dad?"

"Yes, Trissy?"

"What do you think about Tobias?" I ask shyly and he smiles.

"He's a good boy. It looks like he really cares for you; I would dare to say he loves you,"

I look at him with hope in my eyes.

"Really?" My father nods and I frown, my eyes filling with tears, "How is he?"

"He'll be fine," he answers after a while. I close my eyes. "You both are pretty strong and brave."

"What will happen with Marcus? You know, his dad." I ask as he puts the thin blanket over my body.

"Well, those are his demons. Not ours. You have your own, honey. Just stand by his side and he will be okay. You guys are going to be just fine," he whispers and kisses my forehead.

"You promise?"

"I swear,"

I start to cry softly against the pillow. Dad caresses my cheek and I look at him,

"I miss you," I say and he smiles sadly at me.

"I miss you too. All of you." He whispers as a single tear rolls down his cheek. "Would you tell your mom and brothers I love them?"

"I'd love too." I mutter. "You should appear in our dreams more often,"

"I just do it when you need it," he says. "I think you should wake up now."

"I don't want to wake up, Dad. It's just a nightmare out there," I tell him.

"But everyone is worried," he says as he stands up. I hold him by his arm.

"Don't go, Dad." I plead as another sob escapes me.

"Are you crazy? I'm always around. I'll always be,"

"Can you give me a hug?" I ask, still holding him.

"Sure." He says as he opens his arms and I jump into him. He still smells like chocolate cake. We pull apart, "Good luck out there, Tris. Remember I love you. Everything will be fine, okay? And when you need me, just think about the good old days. I'll be with you as long as you don't forget me."

"I won't, dad. I promise." I whisper as I lay down again. He gives me a last kiss in the cheek and heads to the room's door. "I love you too."

He grins at me and exits the room. I wait to hear footsteps but everything is silent. I close my eyes and allow myself to cry for a moment.

I think about the good old days, when Dad arrived with a chocolate cake in my birthday and a pink bag in his hands. I opened the bag to find a doll dressed in a black dress and a tattoo in her arm made with a marker. It was a Barbie dressed with dark clothes and marks over the plastic. She even had her own plastic gun. I grinned at my father because I finally had a toy like the one my brothers had. He made me feel like a true Pedrad.

With a smile, I fall asleep.

Okay, what do you guys think? Leave a review to see your opinion :)

I don't know how you pictured the room but I swear it was not heaven. Just a place where the people that are sleep in the hospital go to mingle. Yes, they do that. Her dad is sweet. I kinda picture him like an old Zeke xD. Hey! Pedrad brothers appear next chapter! And we'll see how Number Boy is doing!

See you next monday, lovelies. Leave the love and have some Dauntless cake in Four's hnor! Happy 4 day!

HAPPY POST:

mom: you're so beautiful, sweetie!

dad: if any boy asks you out, I'm coming for him.

grandparents: you're so gorgeous, guys must be all over you.

friends of parents: you're going to break a lot of hearts

friends: you're pretty, now shut up.

boys: why is taht potato looking at me?

OMG I DIED WHEN I FIRST SAW IT XD

A kiss, my cupcakes,

-Tris