I don't own Divergent.

Hey, everyone. Here's an update. Still having family troubles, so don't mess with me. At all. Like that guest who decided to review correcting me yesterday...I would so cyber-punch you right now.

Anyways...enjoy.

The third batter hits a line drive down the first-base line. Texiera dives for it and makes the catch. It's a perfect game!

The entire teams rushes onto the field and engulfs Tobias. I worm my way through them and hug him.

"I'll have sex with you," I whisper.

His grins widely and nearly runs off the field. The entire team looks at me curiously, except Zeke, who just smirks and shakes his head.

Tobias is jittery the entire way back to the hotel. Then he nearly drags me to the room. I kiss him right before he opens the door and stop him from doing so. "I love you, Tobias," I whisper, cupping his head between my hands. "I'm sorry I messed everything up."

He freezes for a second, but I guess his horniness wins out over his emotions, because he opens the door and gets us inside.

We lay on the carpet floor of the living room, bare skin pressing against each other. We didn't even make it to the bedroom.

There's an unnaturally awkward silence filling the gaps between us. We breathe it in; it fills our bodies with guilt and shame. We just had fucking emotional sex when we knew we probably shouldn't have.

But neither of us regrets the physical part. It feels good to have a release like that. But the mental? Knowing I - we - let us do this? That's what's making both of us feel guilty. We knew it was stupid. We're both apparently kind of angry at each other…or at least that's what I picked up from this.

Tobias taps my cheek gently. "I'm sorry, too," he whispers. "This is my fault. I got all pissy because you said no." He strokes my arm reverently. "I love you, too."

I move off of him and lean against the wall, burying my face in my hands. I soon feel the warmth that is Tobias next to me.

"Tobias, we shouldn't have had that sex," I say quietly. "We were both way too emotionally charged, and we both knew we shouldn't do it, but did anyway. Everything we do just seems to fuck this up more."

He gasps. "Are you breaking up with me?"

I shake my head. "No." I shake it again. "No, I couldn't do that. I'm just saying we need to stop doing fucking stupid stuff. We're pissed at each other, Tobias. I know you felt it."

He swallows and opens his mouth to argue. Then he snaps it shut and hangs his head. "Yeah, I did."

"I'm angry, Tobias, yeah, but not only at you. I'm as angry at myself. I keep fucking things up. I fucked things up as much as you did." I feel his arm wrap around me.

"Yeah." He doesn't bother disagreeing. "God, I'm a fucking idiot. I should have talked to you about it, a little, first. Hinted. I dunno. Talked to Christina, Caleb. Your parents. I don't know! I should have been less stupid. And on your birthday, too. I just fucked that day up for you forever."

I lift my head and lay it on his shoulder. "We just need to fix us."

Tobias kisses my head. "Mmhmm. Maybe Uri wasn't so wrong."

Someone pounds on the door, and then Zeke opens it. I squeal and duck behind Tobias, who shields me with his body, probably figuring that my privacy is, well, private. Zeke's seen Four naked before.

"Oh. Oh, shit. Sorry, guys." Zeke reddens and then grins. "You two really are horny. You couldn't even make it to the bedroom? Wow. That's worse than Shauna and I."

"Shut up and get out, man," Tobias orders, not a hint of amusement in his voice.

Zeke says, "Yes, sir." Then he walks towards the door and sets his hand on the handle, but pauses. "I just wanted to tell you that Uriah and Will and I are going to have a movie marathon today after dinner. You guys should come, if you're not too busy fucking or having issues." Then he leaves.

Tobias stands and locks the door behind him. Then he returns to where we're sitting and kisses me passionately, and one thing leads to the next, and we're having sex again. I hate to sound cliché (though I do), but this time, it's more than sex, and it's definitely less angry than last time - it's lovemaking.

When we finish yet again, we shower and pack - it's only about five pm, and, if we go to the movie thing after dinner, we won't have time to pack and sleep - our flight leaves at six am and the bus leaves the hotel at three am.

We each pack quickly and finish, leaving only our pajamas, bathroom stuff, and a change of clothes for tomorrow out.

Then we walk to dinner. I hold Four's hand and fiddle with his fingers. "Four?" I ask suddenly. "Are you still going to adopt AJ?"

Tobias looks at me, a serious look on his face. "Of course. I still want to be his dad. I really want to be his dad." He shakes his head. "I gave you those adoption papers after thinking it over for a long time, Tris. I wouldn't back out even if you'd broken up with me that night."

I smile and hug him. "He'll be really excited."

Tobias doesn't reply, but he wraps an arm around me, and it's less awkward. I lean my head on his bicep as we walk. We sit together at dinner, and nothing is as awkward. The tension is still viable, though.

Uriah finishes as I do. "Hey, Tris, could I, um talk to you?" he asks. "Privately?"

I smile. "Sure."

I clear my dishes and follow him. "So I just wanted to check up on you and Four," he says casually, leaning against the wall.

I redden. "Did Zeke, uh, tell you?"

Uriah frowns, and his eyebrows scrunch together. "What?"

"Uh, nothing. Four and I are…" I search for a good word. "Improving. Four and I are improving."

Uriah grins at me. "That's good. So what did Zeke not tell me?"

"He didn't not tell you anything."

"Oh, yes he did." Uri waggles his eyebrows. "Did you and Four bang?"

"Since when is two people banging a surprise, Uriah?" Tobias asks. "I seem to recall you walking in on your brother and Shauna a number of times."

Uriah scowls. "I - that - but -"

Tobias chuckles. "And now, my dearest of all dear Uriahs, I am going to steal Tris away to go over some legal things about the adoption."

I hug Uri and follow Tobias back to our room. He pulls out the folder and opens it.

"Did you understand it?" he asks seriously.

I blush. "I, uh, no, not really." I clear my throat. "I mean, I got the gist of it, but legal work has never been my thing. My dad tried to explain a bunch of it to me a while ago, but I was hopeless. My brother Caleb was a lot better. He got a law degree and works as my dad's lawyer."

Tobias chuckles and points to the page. "This means…"

Zeke pounds on the door. "Are you guys fucking again?" he complains. "C'mon, we wanna watch movies with you!"

"No, we're just going over some legal stuff!" I shout back. "You can come in, but it's boring," I warn.

He sighs and comes in, Will and Uri following him. Tobias continues to explain clauses in the document to me, slowly and carefully. I ask him about certain parts of it, and, when I'm satisfied the agreement, I sign my name and Tobias signs his.

Uri immediately scoops the legal documents up and dumps them in Tobias' and my room. Then he plops down next to me and pulls the comforter over him and me. Zeke and Will glare at him, and Tobias pulls some of the blanket over himself and wraps an arm around me. I lay my head on his shoulder, and he kisses my hair. Uri leans on me, and Zeke and Will lean against the couch, sitting on the floor. Zeke takes the remote and finds a movie about baseball - The Perfect Game.

It's a movie about a group of impoverished boys from Mexico that want to play in the Little League World Series. I keep wondering to myself in it why the boys seem to speak English sometimes, except when they're speaking to people who actually speak English. The Civil Rights fight in it is intriguing, though. And I see Jake T. Austin is in it. Is he Hispanic?

Zeke and Will fall asleep about halfway through the movie, but Uriah and Tobias stay awake with me. Once it's over, Tobias and I wake the other boys up and kick them out. Then we curl up on our bed, replacing the blanket on the bed.

When the alarm goes off at the ungodly hour of two am, Tobias and I get up and shower, too tired for anything else. We eat a little - who the hell is hungry at two am? - pack the last of our stuff, and get on the bus.

I sit in the aisle seat and rest my head against Tobias' shoulder, trying not to hear the sounds of the other players getting on and off the bus. Tobias seems to recognize my discomfort, because he wraps an arm around me and pulls me closer.

"Tris, we're here," he says softly, awakening me. "C'mon, let's go."

I sit up and rub my eyes. I see Tobias smiling at me in the sad way we now do and turn away. I get up and walk off the bus. I collect my bags and hurry into the airport, feeling Tobias' sturdy warmth behind me the entire time.

Tobias climbs onto my bed as soon as the seat belt sign is off and holds me to his chest. I fall asleep like that, and I think he does, too, because I only register him moving when the plane begins to descend. I buckle my seatbelt and go back to sleep until Tobias wakes me. Our bags are at his feet. I take mine and walk off blearily. Tobias follows and we stumble through the airport to his truck. I help him load the bags and then were off. He stops to get coffee before we head home to unpack, sleep a little more, and then pick AJ up, get changed into court clothes, and go have Tobias adopt AJ.

By the time we get to the house - traffic from Newark to Brooklyn is not fun, and it took us nearly an hour and a half - I'm semi-awake, so I help Tobias carry the bags in and begin to unpack.

"Will you make breakfast?" I request. "I'll finish up here."

He kisses my cheek. "Sure. You want pancakes?"

"Sure." I grip his chin and kiss him. "I love you, no matter what."

"I love you, too." He disappears down the stairs and I go back to our bags, sorting into fold, hang, and dirty. Most of it goes in dirty, but Tobias' blazer and a few of my things don't.

I throw everything I can in the wash and shower again while Tobias is still cooking. Then I put on a blue and gray sports bra, a white, rather see-through tank top, and black leggings. Then I amble down the stairs and plop down onto a chair. Tobias places a plate of pancakes in front of me and then adds the little velvet box to the top, a hopeful expression on his face. It is then that I realize things are at least okay with us, because he's going back to trying.

I realize I've been staring at the ring for about a minute. I glance at Tobias, and his expression gains hopefulness. I stand, take the box, place a hand on his cheek, and kiss him. "Thank you for trying," I whisper. "I love you, you know that?"

He sighs and takes the box from me. "Yeah, I know. I love you, too." Tobias kisses my cheek. "Now eat. I didn't make those pancakes just to get turned down."

I chuckle and we begin to eat, playfully teasing each other.

"Hey, bud," I say as AJ launches himself into my arms. "How were Christina's and Susan's? Did you and Tristan have fun?"

He nods. "But I missed you, Mommy."

I kiss his blond, now fo-hawked head. "I missed you too, baby." I smile down at him. "Guess what?"

"What?" His four-year-old eyes search mine, so full of innocence.

Tobias comes up and hugs the both of us from behind, in the middle of the Manhattan sidewalk. "You and me and your mom are going to go make me your real daddy today."

AJ's eyes nearly bug out of his head. "Like…like Papa is your daddy?"

I nod. "Yes, like that."

Tobias plucks him out of my arms and puts AJ on his shoulders. "But first, we have to go home and get dressed up."

"Why?" AJ whines.

"AJ," Tobias says in a warning tone even before I can say anything. And, to my surprise, AJ buckles down, only a slight pout on his face.

"Fine." He hesitates. "Mommy, my nice shoes don't fit me anymore."

"Are you sure?" I ask. Buying dress shoes is not cheap.

He nods solemnly. "I had to take them off last time."

I sigh. "Can you wear them today?"

"I'll get him a pair," Tobias offers.

"You -"

"I'm his dad now, too, Tris."

Tobias pulls up outside a big shoe store and parks. Then he unbuckles AJ and I follow them into the store.

Tobias sets AJ down nce we're in the store and whispers in my ear, "How do I know which pair to get him? What size is he?"

I chuckle. "C'mon, you baby. Just take him to the boys' shoes section, ask him which ones he likes, and then pick out a few you think will actually look good. I'll help you."

Tobias and I lead AJ over to the boys' shoe department and he tells AJ, "Choose a pair to try on that you like."

AJ looks up at us and then walks away slightly. I watch him as he looks at the different shoes and chooses a surprisingly sensible pair of black leather lace-up dress shoes. Tobias' face mirrors mine in its astonishment.

Nonetheless, I grab a pair of loafers, just for him to try on. They're also black.

I wave a salesperson over. "Could you please measure his feet?" I gesture to AJ, who's taken his Converse (a gift from my dad) off and is sitting in a chair.

She smiles at me. "Sure thing. And do you have any shoes you'd like to try on?"

I nod and gesture to the pairs next to AJ. Tobias adds a pair of nice Nikes to the pile, and I glance at him uncertainly. He shrugs.

The salesperson finishes up, picks the pile of shoes up, and disappears into a storeroom. AJ squirms with excitement in his little leather stool. Tobias smiles and squats next to him, whispering things in his ear.

When the salesperson returns, AJ tries on his shoes, his eyes alight.

We end up buying all three pairs - or, rather, Tobias buys them - and then heading home. Tobias tells me he'll get AJ and himself dressed, so I go put on a dress and do my hair and makeup.

When I return downstairs, Tobias and AJ are both cleanly dressed in light blue dress shirts and khakis for AJ and navy slacks for Tobias. I smile at them and kiss Tobias.

"You look good," Tobias says softly.

"Thanks," I reply. "Good job with AJ."

"Thanks." He holds out a hand. "Ready?"

"Do you have the papers?" I ask.

Tobias holds a briefcase up. "Yup. And I have his birth certificate."

I pick AJ up and buckle him into his carseat, and then I hope into the front seat of the truck. Tobias sits in the driver's seat, smiling at me. I take his spare hand as he drives to the courthouse.

The three of us stand outside it for a moment, taking it in. Or at least Tobias and I are; I think AJ is simply looking at the ice cream truck down the block.

It's an old building, made of what used to be white marble but is now green-gray. There are six pillars in the front and center; the doors are between the innermost two. To the right and left of the pillars are green-gray walls and dirty windows. There is a clock tower in the top of it that reads four pm.

Tobias takes my hand and leads AJ and I in.