I don't own Divergent.

Hey, everyone. So I've been trying to update since like Tuesday, but FanFic was having a problem with the Doc Manager? IDK. Anyway, this might be the last update for a little while because I haven't really been able to write for a while due to some family issues. I'll do my best, but just be patient, please, guys.

Have a good day and I hope you enjoy.

- Nik

Tobias fiddles with my ringed finger. "So..." he starts, glancing up at me. "We've been married about two years now."

"Mmhm," I agree, turning a page in my book.

"Can you put that down?" he asks.

I set it down and raise my eyebrows. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

Tobias clears his throat. "Yeah. It's just..." He looks down. "I want to have a baby with you," he finally murmurs.

"What about AJ?" I say.

Tobias chews on his lip. "I love AJ. I really do. But I still want more kids."

"You mean...your kids," I infer, patting his knee.

"Yeah, kind of," he admits. "It's not that AJ isn't my son. He is, in every way that matters. Only...I want more kids. I guess...kids with my DNA."

I rub his knee. "I understand." I lean up and kiss him. "Why now, specifically?"

He shrugs. "It just seems like a good time. My baseball is going pretty well, and you're settled into helping your dad and Caleb run the Divergents from New York, and AJ is doing great at Collegiate. It just...seems like the right time."

I kiss him again, this time allowing my lips to linger a little. "Okay. Let's get pregnant, baby."

Tobias grins. "I love you." He pushes the book off the bed and climbs over me. "Can we start now?"

I chuckle. "Is AJ asleep?"

Tobias nods. "I checked on him before I came in here."

I capture his lips in a deep kiss. "Okay then," I mumble.

Tobias sits next to me against the wall of the bathroom as we wait for the stick to develop. This is the fourth stick this week. He frowns as we wait. "What does that mean?" he asks, pointing at the stick and frowning.

I pick it up and grin. "Congratulations, baby daddy."

He grins and stands, picking me up. "I love you." He kisses me. "I love you," he repeats.

"I think we should make a doctor appointment." I frown. "And call my parents, Susan, Chris...everyone." I nod. "I can get all of AJ's baby stuff - well, whatever hasn't been given away - from my parents."

Tobias kisses me again. "Not yet." He grins mischievously. "Right now, I plan on making love to the one I love. The one that's carrying my baby." He picks me up and carries me to our bed. "How does that sound?" he asks, beginning to kiss my neck.

"I suppose I can wait," I reply, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Hey Mom, Dad," I say, already grinning at them through Skype. Tobias sits next to me, grinning, too. "We have news."

I grin at Tobias, who nods, and we say, "We're pregnant."

My dad's eyebrows shoot into the air. "Wow...that's...news."

My mom grins. "Congratulations." She raises an eyebrow. "I assume you want me to pack up all of AJ's old stuff and send it to you."

I nod sheepishly. "But we did just want to tell you guys."

My dad is still frozen, eyebrows raised. "Another baby," he mutters.

Tobias grins. "Another baby."

"Have you two told AJ yet?"

"Not yet," we admit.

"Then get off FaceTime and tell him!"

"He's asleep."

"Okay, a bit later." Mom grins again. "I just can't believe it."

"Neither can I," I murmur.

"Neither can I," dad says. He shakes his head. "Two grandkids, and I'm only forty-eight years old."

"One grandkid," I correct. "This one hasn't popped out yet."

Tobias rubs my belly with one hand. "What was it like?" Realizing no one knows what he's saying, he adds, "With the first pregnancy."

Dad laughs. "This is Bea's second pregnancy."

Tobias scowls. "Yeah, but it's my first one. I mean, it's not like I'm carrying the baby, but I want to know what to expect."

Dad chews his lip. "Nerve-wracking, to be honest. With Caleb - hell, even with Bea - I was a young dad, like you two, sort of. Every moment, I worried I was going to screw something up and Nat was going to lose the baby or, worse, I would lose her. However, once it's there, it'll get progressively easier, especially because you two already have a kid."

"Yeah, a eight-year-old kid," Tobias retorts. "And I've only known him since he was four."

"I've known him since before he was born," I reply. I pat Tobias' cheek. "Don't worry. I'll help you out. This is my second baby, remember?"

"How could I forget?" he mumbles, earning a pinch on the inside of the thigh from me.

"Well, Mom, Dad, it was great to talk to you," I say, smiling at the camera in the computer.

"You, too, Bea. Good luck with the baby. We love you!" Mom replies, waving.

"Love you, too," we chorus. "Talk to you soon."

Tobias ends the call. "Anyone else you have a burning need to tell now?"

I shake my head. "But I think a few more pregnancy tests might be a good thing. Why don't you go pick a few up?"

Tobias nods and kisses me. "I'll be back soon, m'lady."

"Thanks, baby." I hug him. "Boy or girl?"

"Girl," he replies, a hopeful look on his face.

I smile and pat his butt as he stands. "I think it's a boy."

"Why?"

"Let's call it mother's intuition." I stand, too, and kiss him. "Be back soon, love."

"I want them to develop," Tobias growls, stalking back and forth in the bathroom.

"Patience, baby," I say, tracing a pattern on the tile. "Come sit."

"I want to see," he complains.

"Then sit next to me and wait," I snap.

Tobias' gaze snaps over to me and he bites his lip. "Sorry." He plops next to me, nearly wriggling with anticipation. "Are -"

"Ask me any form of 'are they ready yet?' and I'll castrate you." I shrug. "On second thought, I just won't tell you the results."

He slowly closes his mouth and looks over at the sticks himself. "I think that one's ready," he finally says.

I pick it up. "Positive."

"This one?" he hands me the next one.

"Also positive."

Tobias grins as he hands me the next one. "This one?"

"Positive." I climb into his lap and hug him. "We're really, actually having another baby."

He smiles and cups my currently-flat belly with one of his hands. "I'm going to be a good dad," he says, looking straight at my belly.

"You already are," I tell him, kissing his head.

"AJ!" Tobias yells. "Breakfast!" He runs down the stairs into the kitchen, where he kisses my cheek. "Morning, love."

"Good morning," I reply. I hug him, and he wraps his arms around my waist. "How are you after last night?"

"Couldn't be better," Tobias answers, pulling away and beginning to set the table.

"Don't forget, you have training today," I tell him, bringing some fruit over to the table. I poke my head out of the kitchen. "AJ! TRISTAN! If you two don't get your butts down here in the next minute, you won't be able to sit on them at all today!"

They emerge from AJ's room and jump down the stairs two at a time. "Morning," AJ says. "What's for breakfast?"

"Eggs, toast, and fruit." I fix his shirt collar and check Tristan's clothes. As usual, everything about Tristan is pristine. AJ, on the other hand, has a mud stain on his left pant leg, messy hair, and a previously messed-up collar. I sigh. "AJ, you need a haircut." I look pointedly at his khakis. "And a new pair of pants."

"My other ones got ripped," he complains.

"Then put on a pair of jeans." I push him towards his bedroom. "And clean underwear, please." I smile at Tristan. "Come have breakfast, bud."

Tristan nods and walks into the kitchen, serving himself and starting to eat. "Morning, Four," he mumbles.

"You boys tired?" Tobias asks as AJ comes back into the kitchen, yawning (thankfully now in a pair of un-stained, un-ripped pants).

AJ nods.

"We told you to go to bed at seven thirty," I tell them. "When did you boys fall asleep?"

"Like eight thirty," Tristan replies.

"Boys," Tobias says, "you should have listened. AJ, you're going to bed early tonight."

"Get some breakfast, Aje." I pour Tobias a glass of orange juice and set his plate on the table.

"Why did you give Dad a plate?" AJ complains.

I kiss AJ's head. "Because he's my husband and is nearly incapable on his own." I chuckle. "You, however, are quite young and I expect you to be capable."

"Hey!" Tobias complains, mouth already full of eggs. "I'm not incapable!"

I kiss his head. "Just a bit." I fix myself a plate, too. "Tristan, you want OJ or milk?"

"Milk, please."

"I want OJ," AJ says.

"You're getting milk," I tell him, pouring two glasses of almond milk. "It's good for you." I set glasses in front of them and begin to eat off my plate, watching my boys at the table while leaning against the kitchen counter.

After breakfast, the boys do the dishes. Tobias heads up to put his workout clothes on and I oversee the dishwashing.

"Hey, AJ, buddy," I start. "You dad and I need to talk with you for a bit."

AJ nods. "Um, Tristan, will you, um, go get our bags?"

Tristan leaves and Tobias returns, freshly shaven. "Ready to talk?" Tobias asks, standing next to me and putting a hand on my belly.

AJ crosses his arms. "What's going on?"

I grin and hug my little one. "You're going to have a little brother or sister."

AJ scowls. "Why?"

"I'm pregnant, AJ."

He continues to frown. "No, I meant why are you having another kid? I don't want a sibling."

I smile fondly at him. "Well, your dad and I wanted more kids, and now was just a good time. We agreed."

AJ looks down. "Whatever." He turns. "Are Tristan and I taking the bus to school?"

"Yeah, go get ready," I say, smoothing his hair for a second. "See you after school, bud."

After AJ leaves, Tobias grabs my hand. "Why is he mad?" he asks.

I stroke his face. "It's normal, Tobias. He's just a little jealous."

Tobias kisses me. "Are you coming with me to training?"

"Of course. Max told me to be there." I pinch his thigh. "For all the players, not just you." I chuckle. "You're spoiled."

"Bye, Four. Bye, Tris. See you later," Tristan says.

"Have a good day at school," Tobias says.

"Not possible," AJ mutters, slamming the door.

"Hey, Susan," I say.

"How're you guys doing?" she asks. "How's Tristan?"

"Good, good. Four and I are pregnant, though," I say.

"Oh my god!" She laughs. "That's great. Congratulations. How did AJ take it?"

"Not too well," I reply. "I think he'll get over it, though."

"Well, I have to run, and I imagine you do, too, but congrats again!" Susan says.

"Thanks. Good luck!" I reply and hang up.

"Who's next on the list?" Tobias asks, tapping his foot impatiently while waiting for the light to change.

"Zeke." I dial Zeke's number and give the phone to Tobias.

"Hey, man," Tobias says, voice adorably deep.

"Hey. You coming to training?"

"Of course." Tobias clears his throat. "Just, um, I - Tris and I are pregnant."

"That's amazing, man." Zeke coughs. "I'm really excited for you guys."

"Thanks, man." Tobias clears his throat again. "See you soon, man."

I reach over and rub the inside of his thigh lightly as he ends the call. "I'm going to call Uri now," I tell him, leaning over and giving him a kiss. I take the phone back and call my - well, our - friend. "Hey, Uri."

"What's hangin', Tris?" he teases.

"Tobias and I are pregnant," I exclaim.

"That's wonderful, Tris." He chuckles. "You're making me think Rob and I should look at adoption!"

I grin at Tobias. "Maybe you should. Four and I can't be the only ones with kids around the Yankees."

"Maybe we will!" Rob yells.

"Shut up!" Uriah exclaims. "She's not supposed to know you were listening."

"I do now," I say. "And so does Four." I chuckle. "Well, how are you guys? Enjoying the married life?"

"Yup," Rob says. "Anyway, bitch -"

"Douchebag," I reply.

"- congratulations," he continues. "Are you coming to practice today?"

"Yep, and then I have school," I reply.

"Yeah, how is med school?" he asks.

I chew on my lip. "Hard," I decide. "Hard, but definitely what I want to be doing."

"Are you bone-tired yet?" Rob adds, plopping down on what sounds to be Uriah's lap, due to the oof I hear.

I shrug and take my husband's hand. "It's okay. Anyway, Rob, I have to go - we're almost at the field. Tell Uri he needs to hurry up if he doesn't want to be late for practice."

"I heard that," Uri mutters.

"Then do it," I retort. "See you guys later."