I do not own Divergent.

Warning: Tris and Four are adults. In this chapter, they will have sex more than once (nothing descriptive - I'm sticking to the T rating).

"Mm." He nuzzles my neck. "There should be an us, eh?"

I kiss his jaw, leading to his lips. "Yes," I whisper against them.

"Then will you go out with me?"

"Of course."

"C'mon," I say stubbornly. "You and I are going to a birthday coffee. Chris and Susan are going to watch AJ and Tristan today."

Four sighs. "Fine." He kisses my cheek and allows me to pull him towards the car. "Where are we going?"

"I'm going to drive until I find one," I reply. He buckles into the passenger seat and takes my hand.

Before I start the engine, I reach over, pull his face to mine, and kiss him.

"What -"

"Happy birthday, Four."

"Tris, are you ever going to find a suitable coffee shop?" Four asks, looking slightly annoyed. I'd been stalling to give Zeke more time.

"Oh, look. There's a nice one," I respond, pulling the car into the parking lot and putting it in park.

Four steps out. "Hmm. Why do I have the feeling you chose this one?"

"Because I did. I searched a little on google first," I reply. "This one seemed the nicest."

He shakes his head. "Anywhere with you is perfect."

I giggle. "Well, let me rephrase that: this is where one of your gifts is."

Four smiles at me. "You didn't have to get me anything."

I look down. "Well, it's not only for you..."

He kisses my nose. "Let's go in."

His eyes widen when he sees AJ and Tristan with peewee league uniforms on and their gloves. Four's glove, bat, and a ball are sitting on a chair. I also asked Susan to buy Four a coffee - just the way he likes it, with a little caramel sauce and some cinnamon. He sips it and hugs me.

"Daddy," AJ says matter-of-factly, "'cause it's your birthday, Tristan and I made cards for you."

The quiet, curly-haired boy nods with AJ. "My mommy and Tris helped us with them." Susan hands a card to each of the boys, and they solemnly hand them to Four.

Four scoops them up. "Thank you, boys. I love them." Then he sets them back down. "Why are you wearing your uniforms?"

They grin at each other. Tristan replies, "I have a game today. AJ is gonna play and we want you to come. Please? Tris brought your glove and bat and stuff so you can play with us."

Four smiles. "Sure. When does it start?"

"Soon," I reply. "But we can walk there from here."

Four holds my hand as we walk and carries AJ on his shoulders. AJ giggles and holds onto his hair. About halfway there, Four puts AJ down and Tristan up on his shoulders. He puts them both down at the park and allows them to run to the field.

The coaches shake Four's hand. He nods at something they say and gestures to AJ and Tristan. One says something else and Four's face darkens, and he growls something. I step forward, grasp his hand, and gently pull him away.

"What was that?" I whisper as the boys warm up on the field.

"One of them made a suggestive comment about you and I and how he saw us kissing on the field." Four watches AJ carefully for a second. "Looks like someone got his mother's arm."

I smile. "He's actually pretty good."

"Good job, boys," Four says to the teams. Then he picks AJ up and puts him on his shoulders. He picks Tristan up, too, and holds him on his hip. "Let's go."

"Can I come over to your house, Four?" Tristan asks.

"Sure," Four says.

"I can drive Tristan and AJ," Susan offers, going along with the plan. "You two can spend a little time together."

I nod at her subtly and Four and I get in the truck. She pulls away and I pretend to be about to put the car into drive. "Sorry, Four - I have to use the bathroom. Do you mind?"

He shakes his head. "Nope."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

I dawdle in the bathroom to give Susan about a five-minute head start.

Then I get in the car and start it.

I kiss Four as we reach the room and "accidentally" hit the door to let everyone know we're here. Then I open the door, flip the light on, and shout "SURPRISE!" with everyone else.

Four looks shocked. Then he turns around and kisses me again. "Thank you, Tris."

"Hello, I helped, too," Zeke says, grinning. Four claps him on the back.

"How do you like the party?" I ask nervously.

Four slips an arm around my waist. "I love it, Tris. Thank you."

Zeke walks over and hands us both a beer. I look at him suspiciously. "Where are these being kept?"

"They're away from the boys, don't worry," he assures me.

AJ is exhausted by the time the party is over. Susan told me she was going to keep him for tonight and "give Four and I some alone time."

Four wraps his arms around me. Zeke and Uriah, after cleaning up, have left.

"I have another gift for you," I say, whispering into his ear huskily. I feel him shudder with excitement, and then I smile and pull away.

"What is it?"

"Damn! For a grown man, you're horny," I comment.

He frowns at me. "I -"

I kiss his cheek. "It's not a sexual gift, F-um, Eaton. I got you a Modern Baseball vinyl. And a Joyce Manor vinyl. I saw from your playlist that you like them."

He kisses my cheek back. "Thank you."

"Although," I murmur in the same voice as before, "if you want it to be sexual..."

His face flushes, and he smiles excitedly again. I kiss him again. "But you're injured, so not now," I whisper.

He moans with frustration. "Damn, Tris, stop teasing me!"

I kiss his cheek. "Are you tired?"

"No."

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"No."

I lean closer and whisper in the voice that apparently turns him on, "Let me guess...you want to have sex."

"Yes. Quite a lot, now. Especially," he says, "because your hand is now near my package."

"Mm," I murmur. I bite his ear slightly. "Are you sure you wan-"

"Yes," he growls and picks me up.

I wake up pressed against a very bare Four. I inch off of him. The blankets follow me, and I can see all of Four. Damn...

I look at the clock and swear. He only has fifteen minutes until practice.

I wake him up. He stares at me for a second. "What - whoa."

"Get up. Throw clothes on and run to practice. I'll bring you some breakfast," I reply.

I put a sports bra, sweatshirt, and basketball shorts on and throw my hair into a ponytail before flying to the cafeteria and grabbing Four and I breakfast burritos.

"Here," I gasp, handing it to him. He's about to leave the room.

He kisses me. "Thanks. See you later?"

"I'm going to come to practice, at least for a little while," I reply, yawning.

Four kisses me one more time. "Last night was great."

I flick him. "Get going." As he's leaving, I add, "I agree." He smirks and closes the door.

I shower and change into clean basketball shorts, clean underwear, and a clean tee shirt. Then I grab some work and my bag from my office and jog to the field.

Four is warming up with the other players. I feel my cheeks flush slightly, remembering last night. He catches my eye and grins, knowing what I'm thinking of.

Apparently Zeke can tell, too, because, during the break, he claps Four on the back, grinning and whispering to him. Four nods, almost smiling at Zeke. He chuckles and claps Four on the back again.

Christina slides in next to me. "So you and Four banged last night?"

I look over at her, surprised. "What?"

"C'mon, it's obvious," she says, rolling her eyes.

I shake my head. "I'm not saying anything. I plead the Fifth."

She hits me lightly. "Was it good?"

"Christina!" I yell.

Susan has just dropped AJ off. He gushes about his night at Tristan's, but I can tell he's tired and put him to bed early - right after dinner.

Tonight Four and I simply lie still in his bed, his arms around me loosely. "How was work?" he asks, grinning.

"Oh," I tease back, "pretty good. I saw a really hot guy play baseball."

"Ooh, should I be jealous?"

"Probably."

Four kisses my cheek. "Let's get some sleep."

I cuddle closer, feeling...feeling safe. He wraps his arms around me very tightly. I like it.

Four kisses me to wake me up. "Game day," he whispers. "C'mon, get up."

I groan and sit up, rubbing my eyes. In the past two weeks since the first game, Four has pitched in eight games and helped win seven of those eight. He's pitching today, too, against the Red Sox.

" - Four Eaton, pitcher. Uriah Montenegro, catcher..." the announcer drones. He continues and then the game begins. Four pitches well in the first inning, striking two players out and helping with the third out.

He sits next to me while the Yankees hit. "Is AJ at school?"

"Yeah. Susan's going to watch him until I pick him up after the game and doing some work," I reply. "Good pitching, by the way."

He smiles widely at me. "Thanks."

The next inning, Four also pitches well. The fourth batter hits a ball into Four's glove really hard and Four keeps it. I see his face whiten and know he's hurt something, but he finishes the inning anyway.e

"Sit down," I order once he finishes the inning. I notice his face is beaded with sweat, too.

He obeys and pulls his glove off. "Shit, that hurts."

I swear quietly, too, and jog up the dugout stairs to talk to Max. "Max, Four's got something broken in his hand. I'll need to examine it further to tell exactly what, but there's no way he can play."

Max nods. "Tell Montenegro to warm up."

I send Zeke to warm up and pull Four out of the dugout.

"What's wrong with it?" Four asks, pallor still off slightly.

"You broke your pinky finger in two places, your ring finger in one, and sprained your pointer and middle fingers," I answer.

"How long will they take to heal?"

"The sprained fingers a few days, the ring finger a week and a half or so, and the pinky two weeks," I explain, grabbing some materials to set and wrap his fingers. "But you don't need your pinky much." I grab a pinky-sized splint. "I have to set your pinky. It will hurt. I'm going to -" I set it while he's distracted, and he winces and swears. I set the other break and put the splint on, wrapping it in medical tape. I set the break on his ring finger and brace and tape that, as well. I tape the remaining two fingers together and hand him water, ibuprofen, and an ice pack. "You're lucky you didn't hurt your thumb, A broken thumb takes freaking forever to heal," I inform him. "C'mon. let's watch Zeke pitch."

Four hops off the chair and follows me.

The team is hitting again when we get back out. Zeke grins at Four. "How's your hand?"

Four holds up the bruised, bandaged, and icing hand. I smack his other hand, and he sits obediently.

Zeke winces. "Damn, man. But that was an amazing catch!"

Four almost pouts and sits back to watch the game. I hold his uninjured hand and rub soothing circles on it.

Four slams the door of the car shut. I can tell he's angry. "Hey, Four," I say softly but firmly, not moving the car, "what's up? I know you're angry. If it's about the game, -"

"It is my fault," he insists.

I kiss along his jaw, something that seems to comfort him. "Even if you'd wanted to pitch, you couldn't have. And Zeke did well."

"Not well enough."

"You can't blame yourself for Zeke not doing well," I point out.

"Let's just go."

I sigh but drive silently back to the hotel.

I unlock our door and step in. Then Four pushes me against the wall and kisses me. I kiss him back, wondering what's going on, but rather liking it.

I flip us around forcefully and pin his arms to the wall. I feel his smile on my lips and tug on his lower lip. Four pulls away slightly, a pleading look in his eyes. I lean forward and capture his lips with mine. Then I lock the door and allow him to pick me up. I giggle.

I lay in bed awake, AJ and Four both sleeping soundly. I think back to what F-Tobias told me earlier...

"'No,' he insists, 'call me Tobias. That's my name. Tobias. I'd like hearing it out of your mouth, I think.'"

I had smiled and kissed him again. I sigh, thinking again of today before AJ came home.

Four pulls me closer, mumbling about something in his sleep. I kiss his head. "I love you." Then I drift to sleep.

"Trissy." Four's voice floats through my dreams. "Get up, Tris." He sighs. "I'll send AJ in here if you don't..."

I sit up, groaning. "What time is it?"

"You and AJ have to leave for the preschool in about forty five minutes," Four answers.

I appreciatively look over Four, who slept in only a pair of basketball shorts. He strikes a pose. "Like what you see?"

I chuckle and pinch his pec. "Not a bit, fatty."

He laughs also, and I kiss his cheek. "Silly girl. I'm clearly the epitome of male hotness."

I shove him toward the bathroom. "Get ready, epitome. I'm going to go get AJ and myself ready."

AJ whines all the way to the preschool. By the time I get us there, I have a pounding headache. I drop him off and sit in the parking lot for a few minutes.

"Hey, Tobias," I say, yawning.

He wraps an arm around me. "How was the office work?" Four flashes a grin at me.

"Shut up," I reply, hitting his arm lightly.

"You wound me with your bitter words and harsh blows," he teases.

"Sucks to suck." I shrug.

"C'mon, AJ," Four coaxes. "We gotta go, kid. We're going to New York."

"But I don't want to leave Tristan," AJ says. I can hear the tears in his voice. I lean on the doorway of his room, watching them interact.

"Tristan lives in New York, too, bud," Four reminds him.

AJ sighs and starts packing up. "But what about my other friends?"

"I'm sure you'll find at least a few friends in New York." Four helps him pack up.

AJ sniffles as he looks back at the hotel from the backseat of the truck. Four is driving us back up to New York. He's told me a bit about his house - he lives in Brooklyn, in a remodeled townhouse. He has two cars - his beloved truck, which we're driving in now, and a smaller, more practical, Prius.

"Mommy..." he whines.

"AJ, I have a headache. Please don't start," I beg.

"But -"

"AJ," Four says firmly in his quiet voice, "your mother gave an order. Listen to her."

AJ huffs and sits back in his carseat. He slowly falls asleep, and I turn a sound machine off. Soon, I begin to doze as well.

Four wakes me up sometime later. He looks pretty tired. "It's lunchtime. I stopped at a little restaurant." He yawns. "I'd also like to take a little nap, if -"

"I'll drive after lunch," I answer.

He smiles and takes my hand. "AJ is using the bathroom in the restaurant. We should go meet in with him."

"You left my son in a restaurant by himself?" I ask, honestly worried and annoyed. I huff and jog into the restaurant. AJ is sitting on a bench, looking only slightly worried.

Four follows behind me. "I'm sorry! I figured he could be alone for a few minutes."

"He is only four, Four. Not even old enough to be in kindergarten!"

"I was left alone at that age!"

"AJ isn't in your situation," I hiss. "And he never will be."

"You're right. He never will be," Four answers. Then he buries his face in his hands. "We'll continue this discussion later. Not in public and certainly not around AJ."

I huff, but we eat lunch.

I begin to drive. AJ is asleep again, and Four has his headphones in, clearly trying to sleep. I get us to the motel Four booked in a small town called Roanoke Rapids. I get us checked in and then get everyone to bed. Four doesn't attempt to speak to me. I sleep in AJ's bed, and Four drives the next morning.

My mouth drops when I see Four's "remodeled" townhouse. It's not the size that gets me, it's the architecture. It's three stories and probably twenty two feet in width. But the stone is intricately carved, with pillars and carved stone window spaces. The stone is light-colored, with no flecks of other colors. The door is a dark, polished wood that works perfectly with the house.

"It's amazing, Four," I breath.

He nods. "All I did was redo some of the inside. I didn't have the heart to mess with the outside. It's too perfect."

I turn to face him. "Four, I'm sorry about my yelling at you for leaving AJ alone and the comment about your situation. I didn't - I - I was just worried about him. He's a little kid."

Four nods. "It's fine. I shouldn't have put you in that position to begin with."

I nod again and look back at the house. "Damn, Four - this house is amazing!" I sigh. "AJ and I will be moving out as soon as I can find an apartment. Thanks for letting us stay."

"No problem. Stay as long as you need." Four grabs a bunch of bags and begins to walk them up the walk. I give AJ his little bag, grab some more bags, and do the same.

Four and I are cuddled up on the couch with AJ, watching Frozen...again. AJ and Four really love it. Four grins when "Let It Go" comes on and sings along softly. I smile. "You actually have a good voice, Four."

Four kisses my cheek. "Thank you."

"Susan and I watched you tuck AJ back in that one night," I add. "Singing to him was really...really sweet. She commented on how sweet you are. You'll be a good dad someday."

"I already am one."

I sign AJ up for preschool at the school Tristan goes to, even though it's a bit of a hike. Susan and I have worked out a schedule of days to watch each boy and Hayden, based on the games and other commitments. Christina has also offered to watch the three of them when we can't.

Today is Susan's day. Four and the Yankees have a game.

"FOUR!" the fans roar as he walks out. They've roared for the other well-liked Yankees as well so far.

Uri goes to pitch for Four, grinning at me.

During the first inning, I focus on Four and Uriah. When they return to the dugout, I give them each some tips. Both of them nod and collapse onto the bench, Four putting his arm around me. I move it, wrinkling my nose.

"No way, Mr. Sweaty," I say, pinching his side half-jokingly.

He leans down to whisper in my ear, "You don't seem to always mind when I'm sweaty."

I redden and hit him. He bursts out laughing, and Uriah seems to realize what he was saying and chuckles as well.

"You played well," I say to Four, grinning.

"Thanks."

"You look nice," I say appreciatively. We're going to dinner tonight. Four put on a black collared button down shirt and black slacks and spiked his hair especially crisply.

He grins at me. "So do you, Tris. You always do."

"Good answer."

"What's good here?" I ask, biting my lip, not really understanding the menu.

Fou-Tobias chuckles. "Sorry, it's in Italian. You should get the pasta bolognese."

I shrug and order it.

"This is good," I say, taking another bite.

Four reaches his fork out. "Can I try some?"

I take his fork and put some on. "Yup."

"Mmhmm..." he moans. "It's great."

I reach my fork over to his dish, which looks like spaghetti and meatballs. "May I?"

"Of course."

"- and then my friend Grace fired the ball at me. I swear to god I thought I was going to die. she broke three ribs!" I recount, giggling.

"Ouch." F-Tobias leans closer. "Once, when I was playing catcher, I whipped my mask off to catch a fly, and the batter swung his bat right into my face. It was on purpose, too. The ump threw him out of the game, of course."

"What happened?"

"He didn't break anything, only gave me a bat-shaped bruise and black eye," Tobias answers, grinning.

I scoot closer. "One time, Caleb was teasing me about only have a three point six GPA, so I gave him a really puffy black eye. Then -" I giggle "- then I asked him how his four point oh brain liked that."

Tobias laughs heartily. "When is Caleb coming up? I wouldn't mind meeting him."

"Oh, no. You are not meeting my family yet. All of them are über-protective. Plus, my dad and mom are mixed up in something. I haven't heard from him yet."

Four shrugs. "You will soon," he promises, wrapping an arm around me.

"I hope so."

A/N: in case you were unaware, the time skip from around Four's birthday to when they're leaving for NYC is about a month-long skip, as Spring Training generally ends in early to mid April. Also, please give me reviews. Did you like? Not like? Danke, gracias, etc.