Tobias and I stop by his office on our way to the transfers' dormitory to pick up the small green chalkboard that usually hangs on the dorm wall. We took it down last night so we could write the misfit's rankings on it. He carries it in one hand and grasps my hand with his other. I know I'm a bit grouchy as we quietly make our way to the Pit but I just can't help myself. The last thing I want to be doing right now is dealing with the initiates. I really didn't mean to take a nap after lunch. I only meant to lie down and rest for a while then I wanted my husband to make love to me. When I was in the kitchen with him earlier, watching him cook, the all too familiar desire hit me like a ton of bricks, which to be honest was a welcome feeling. It's been nearly a week since we made love. Between the pregnancy hormones and the incredibly bad body image I've gotten all of a sudden, I'm hot and cold. When I want him, something gets in our way, and when he wants me, sex is the last thing on my mind. We just can't seem to come together. I steal a glance up at him and find him looking at me out of the corner of his eyes. He gives me his breathtaking smile, and I actually feel my heart start to race.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep," I say.

"I'm sorry I let you sleep," he says. "Had I known…"

"I wanted to surprise you," I say, cutting off his thought. "Maybe we can try later, if I'm not too tired."

"I'd like that," he says. He stops us right outside the dorm door and pushes me against the wall. He drops the chalkboard to the floor with a thud then winds his fingers in my hair. He tilts my head back and brings his mouth to mine as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. The kiss is passionate, hungry, needy. Just as suddenly as he grabbed ahold of me, he backs away. He squeezes his eyes shut and runs his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry, love. I got a bit carried away. We better take care of business." He wants to take care of business? I can't even get my head to stop spinning. After we both stop panting, he picks up the chalkboard and makes sure the names are still visible then opens the door for me.

"Thank you, Four," I say as I enter the dorm room with him on my heels, gaining the attention of the room. We stop in front of the initiates who are broken off in little groups, lounging around. I remember a more strained atmosphere last year but I guess when you don't have mandatory cuts, everyone is at ease.

"Everyone gather around," Tobias says. The misfits quickly get off their bunks and stand before us. They know better than to test him anymore. "I'd like to thank all of you for being punctual this evening. I know you're anxious to get your ranking so you can get on with your night but I'd like to quickly explain how we came up with the order. It's very simple actually. After your first fight, Tris and I ranked you according to your skill level. After each subsequent fight, your ranking was reevaluated based on how well you did against that partner and how much your skill set had grown as a fighter.

"The next phase of training is the emotional part. It is given more weight than the physical part; therefore, those of you who are ranked closer to the bottom can improve your standing. It's difficult but not impossible." I wonder if the misfits just caught the look he gave me? "Just a reminder, your final ranking only determines the order in which you will chose what job you will do. There are no mandatory cuts this year. With no further ado, here are your ranks." He picks the chalkboard up and hangs it on the wall where it belongs. I study the crowd in front of me as they read over the standings.

Brody

Grant

Murphy

Alec

Bethany

Jesse

Sadie

Ana

Kevin

Zoey

There are no surprises this year, and everyone seems pleased with where they stand, except for Kevin who just looks embarrassed to be so near the bottom. Tobias and I discussed Bethany's rank. If you compare her wins and losses to Alec's, she should be ranked above him but she lost to Kevin who is one of the lowest ranked initiates.

"Do you have any questions?" I ask. They all shake their heads at me. "Four and I will take off then. Just a friendly reminder that you are off the rest of the night and all day tomorrow. Curfew still applies and remember don't leave the compound unless you are with a Dauntless member. Goodnight." They all say goodnight then scramble out the door in front of us.

"Do you want to eat in the cafeteria or would you rather go home?" Tobias asks when we exit the dorms.

"I think I'd like a quiet night at home," I say. He nods, knowing exactly what I'm getting at. "Hey, I meant to ask you, has the extra camera been installed out here yet?" Tobias made the decision to leave the secret passageway door unlocked to see if we could catch whoever has been sneaking in and out since Brody said he saw someone come out of it one morning but an additional camera is going to be installed to see if we can catch the culprit.

"Yeah, Zeke had it was installed a few days ago but he hasn't seen any movement on it after hours," he says. The short walk to the daycare center doesn't take us long. When we walk in, Stella is picking up Zane, and it looks like Zane and Tyler don't want to say goodbye to each other.

"Hi, Tris, Four," Stella says.

"Hi, Mommy," Tyler says. "I was playing with Zane."

"You were?" I say, wondering what he's getting at.

"You can go ahead and ask," Stella says to Tyler.

"Can I go home with Zane?" he asks, excitedly. "I wanna play."

"He can spend the night if he wants to," she says. "They are overdue for a playdate. Zane's been bugging me about it."

"I have," he states matter-of-factly.

"You have to come home in the morning," Tobias says. "Mommy and I have the day planned for us. I don't think you'll want to miss it."

"Otay," he says, nearly bouncing off the walls.

"You better calm down," I say.

"Thank you, thank you," he says, hugging my legs.

"Be careful with Mommy," Tobias says.

"Do you want us to drop him off after supper?" I ask.

"No, he can come with me now," she says. "I have PJs and an outfit he can wear tomorrow. We're having pizza for supper. What kind do you like, Tyler?"

"All of them," he says, dead serious. When Stella looks at me I nod. He loves pizza just as much as he loves macaroni and cheese.

"Well, Zane and his brothers and sisters love pepperoni with extra cheese. How does that sound?"

"Yummy," he says, rubbing his tummy. I squat down and turn him around.

"You be good, Tyler," I say. He throws his arms around my neck, nearly chocking off my oxygen supply with a big hug, which I gladly return. "I love you."

"I love you, Mommy," he says. He lets me go and raises his arms to Tobias who picks him up. "I love you, Daddy." He gives him a big hug and kiss then starts wiggling, wanting down.

"You have a good time, buddy," Tobias says. "I love you, too."

"Four, Tris, I didn't know you were here," Mrs. Wheeler says. She looks frazzled today.

"Hello, Mrs. Wheeler," I say. "We were just talking with Stella and Zane. How is my girl today?"

"She's been a little cranky all afternoon," she says. Oh, my poor girl. I wonder what that's about. "I'll go get her for you."

"Thank you," I say, turning my attention back to Tyler. "I know I already said this, but you be good and you have a good time with Zane. You listen to Stella and Zander and do what they ask you to do, okay?"

"Otay," he says.

"Well, we better get going," Stella says. "When would you like him home tomorrow?"

"After breakfast is fine," I say. "You can give Four or me a call and one of us will come and get him."

"That sounds like a plan," she says. "Alright, boys, let's go get the fixings for pizza." Tyler hugs us each again, and then he and Zane wave as they walk out the door with Stella.

"I'm so glad he has such a good friend in Zane," I say. "I worried about that when he came to live with us. I didn't want him being an outsider."

"Everyone loves that child," Tobias says. "I'm afraid he's getting spoiled."

"He's not spoiled," I mutter as Mrs. Wheeler brings me a crying Tessa. "What's wrong, little one? Are you hungry?" I watch her carefully, and it doesn't seem like she is. I kiss her forehead and thankfully she's nice and cool so she must be feeling okay. She just must be little miss cranky pants today. I decide to carry her home instead of pushing her in the stroller, and about half way up the path she stops whining and just contentedly lies in my arms, staring up at me.

"Is she okay?" Tobias asks.

"She sure is," I say. "I think she just missed us today."

"Well, I missed her," he says, leaning over and kissing her head. She smiles at him then yawns widely. "It looks like our girl's tired."

"I never thought to ask Mrs. Wheeler what time she napped," I say. "Are you tired, little one?" She moves her eyes to me and smiles before she yawns again. "Yeah, she's tired. Hopefully, I can feed her before she falls asleep. That way we can have most of the night to ourselves." He leans over and kisses my temple, and I feel it like a burning fire deep in my veins. Yep, the desire is still simmering just below the surface. "So what do you want for supper?" He mutters something, and I look inquisitively at him. I think I know what he just said but that can't be it. "What did you say?"

"I said you," he says with a suggestive grin on his face. Color immediately floods my cheeks. We're nearly to the Pire but someone could be in the hallways to overhear him.

"I thought that's what you said, naughty boy," I whisper.

"You've given me hope, Tris," he says. "I might not need food tonight."

"Well Peanut does," I remind him.

"Of course, she does," he says. "We'll just have to wait a little longer." I can hear the anticipation in his voice, which has me eagerly waiting, too. Tonight is definitely the night.

"Don't you fall asleep," I tell Tessa as I put her against my shoulder in an attempt to keep her awake. "You need to eat before you fall asleep." She starts crying because I disturbed her. "We're almost home. Don't cry, baby girl."

"You go ahead and take her upstairs," Tobias says. "I need to file a report then I'll bring her stroller up. I won't take long, love." He kisses my temple then Tessa's head. I look down at her and she's chewing on her fist with her eyes half closed. "I love you both."

"We love you, too," I say. I catch his hand as he starts to walk into his office, and he looks back at me inquisitively. I pull him back to me and give him what's supposed to be a quick peck that turns into a passionate kiss. Tessa starts wailing, letting us know that we're irritating her. He lets me go then kisses my forehead.

"You better go," he hastily says, arousal thick in his voice.

"Okay," I say. "Hurry home." I turn and disappear through the unmarked door that leads up to our apartment, feeling his eyes on me until I hear the click of the lock behind me. The moment I walk into the living room, I go upstairs and change her diaper. I put her in the crib while I use the bathroom then change into a pair of comfortable sleep shorts and a black nursing tank top. When I reach Tessa, she's crying full volume. "Alright, little one. Let's go downstairs and get you fed." Hungry and tired? Poor girl. That's a lethal combination for her mood. When I reach the living room, I sit in the club chair and put her to my breast. She latches on and quiets down immediately. "There you go, little one. Mommy will make sure you get everything you need. I love you."

"I love you, too, Tobias says with a chuckle as he walks through the door. I raise an eyebrow at him and he smiles. "Oh, you were talking to our girl, huh?"

"Yes," I say. "But I do love you."

"I know," he says. "What do you want for supper?"

"Something light," I say. "Why don't you surprise me?"

"Alright. I can do that," he says. "Is it wrong of me to be jealous of my own daughter right now?"

"Tobias!" He wags his brows at me then leans over and gives me a quick kiss. "I'll surprise you." I watch him tinker in the kitchen as Tessa continues to nurse. When she finishes, she immediately falls asleep. I take her upstairs, change her into a dry diaper and clean onesie since it's a warm evening, and then put her in her crib. "Sleep well, little one. Mommy loves you." I make sure her monitor is on and functioning then get its mate from the bedroom and head downstairs.

"Did you get her down?" Tobias asks.

"I sure did," I say as I put the monitor on the end table. "Do you need any help?"

"No," he says. "Why don't you sit down at the island? Supper is almost ready." I sit down and within minutes Tobias presents me with a grilled chicken Caesar salad with shaved parmesan and freshly made garlic croutons and a glass of chilled sparkling cider.

"This is so good," I say. "I'm pretty lucky. You are such a great cook. Sexy, too."

"You aren't half bad yourself," he says with a wink. We chat about our day while we eat. We start to talk about Marcus again but we quickly decide to leave that subject for a later date. He has the tendency to be a real mood killer and neither of us want that.

"I have a surprise for you," he says as we finish cleaning up the kitchen.

"What is it?" I excitedly ask.

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"Where is it?" I ask, glancing at the burgeoning bulge in his pants.

"You have a dirty mind, Mrs. Eaton," he says with a smirk.

"That I do, Mr. Eaton."

"I like it," he says. "Do you think you could do something for me?"

"I can try," I say.

"I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed," he says. "If you can't do that, I can always blindfold you." He reaches behind him and pulls out the black blindfold Christina used on me at the wedding.

"To tell you the truth, that would probably be easier," I say pointing to his hand.

"Okay," he says, obviously surprised I opted for the blindfold. He steps closer to me with a sexy gleam in his eyes. "Are you sure about this?"

"What are you going to do?" I ask, equally nervous and excited.

"We're just going to have dessert, love." I nod and he slips the blindfold over my eyes and adjusts it into place, making my world go black. He tenderly kisses my forehead and the contact surprises me. "I think you'll be more comfortable sitting down. I'm going to lift you up onto the island. Okay?"

"Okay," I say. He slowly grazes his hands down my body making me shiver then grasps me around the waist and easily lifts me onto the island.

"Are you okay, love? Comfortable?"

"Yes," I say.

"I'm going to get some things then we'll have dessert," he says, close to my ear. "Sit tight." My heart races as I carefully listen to what he's doing, anticipating what he's going to do. I hear clinking of glass then he sets some things down close to me. I reach my hand to try and figure out what he's getting but he captures it and sets it in my lap. "Don't touch."

"Okay," I say, playing along. He opens and closes the cupboard doors and drawers then takes something out of the refrigerator. He runs water for a moment then pours a liquid into a glass.

"Are you still hungry?" he asks. He puts his hands on my bare legs, making me jump then lightly runs his fingers up and down my thighs.

"Yeah," I say.

"I remember you mentioning ice cream earlier," he says. "How about I make you a sundae?"

"That sounds good," I say. My heart is racing with anticipation. What is he going to do? I listen to him work for a little while longer but can't quite make out what he's doing. I had no idea that taking away my sight would heighten my other senses and make what he's doing seem so erotic. And technically he hasn't done anything yet.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," he says. I do as he asks and he drizzles a cold sticky sauce onto my tongue and lips.

"Mmm." I lick the pineapple sauce off my lips and swallow the sweet treat down.

"Would you like some more?"

"Yes, please," I say, opening my mouth.

"Take a bite," he says. I bite down on a firm, cylindrical shape and realize it's a banana. As I chew it, he places butterfly kisses along my neck.

"That was really good," I say after I swallow the fruit. Tropical fruit combinations are some of my favorite.

"I'm glad you liked it," he says. "Here's some more. Open."

"So bossy," I murmur with a chuckle but open my mouth for him.

"Can you tell me what this is?" He drizzles something over my lips, and as I'm licking it off, he drizzles something else that is warm.

"Mmm. Salted caramel and chocolate. They work very well together."

"I think you'll like this pairing, too, then." He's right. I love the combination of chocolate and strawberry. It's decadent. I open my mouth without prompting and feel an ice cold spoon land on my tongue, and I close my mouth around it so he can pull it out.

"Mmm, vanilla," I moan. The next bite had hot fudge and crushed nuts on it too. "Don't you want a bite?" I ask after he's given me several spoons full.

"Oh, believe me, I'll have a taste soon enough," he says. Something in his tone makes all my muscles tighten deep inside.

"Okay," I say, totally lost under his spell.

"Oh, I just spilled ice cream on your shirt," he roughly says. "It looks like I'm going to have to take it off of you." I'm not sure if it's true or not since I can't see but I raise my arms as he drags my tank top up and off my body. "I think I'll take this pretty bra off, too, so you don't get it dirty." I feel his fingertips glide over my heated skin then leisurely unhook each hook on the back of my lacy nursing bra then slowly pull it down my arms, exposing my chest to him. His mouth lands on my neck then I feel something very cold and sticky on my already peaked nipples.

"Oh!" I cry when he spreads a little ice cream on my breast. It feels even colder against my heated skin. He kisses his way down my chest until his hot mouth sucks my nipple into his mouth and laps all the rapidly melting dessert off my breast.

"Mmm. I like eating my sundae off your body. It makes it taste even better. I think I'll have another mouthful unless you would like a bite." I shake my head unable to speak at the moment. He drizzles something cold all over my chest, then something warm. It drops onto my leg, and he leans down and kisses it off. I feel his hair brush my tummy and it tickles. Then he turns his attention to my heaving breasts. "I don't think I ever told you but I really like hot fudge and strawberry." He very slowly licks the sauces off every inch of my chest, concentrating on my aching breasts and highly sensitive nipples. By the time he's done, I'm panting loudly. "I think it's time for these to come off. We don't want to get ice cream all over them." I feel his hands on the waistband of my shorts, so I lift myself so he can slide them and my panties off.

"Ooh!" I say as I lower myself back down. The countertop is cold against my naked backside.

"Cold?" he asks, concern audible in his voice. I nod. "We can move." I shake my head.

"I'm sure you can warm me up." He laughs deeply. I love hearing him so happy and free.

"I think I can do that, love." I'm not sure what he has in store for me but suddenly, I feel a warm sauce being drizzled on my right shoulder followed by the telltale sound of whipped cream exploding from the can. He licks up the sweet treat as his free left hand start roaming over my body. I find that my harsh uneven breathing is hurting my lungs so I try to calm my hammering heart to no avail.

"Aaahh!" I moan as I surrender to his magical mouth and gifted hands. He continues to drizzle sticky sauce after sauce all over my body followed by mound upon mound of ice cream and whipped cream, licking and kissing his way down my body. Soon I find myself lying flat on my back on the island, and I can sense that he is hovering above me.

"You sure are sexy, lying naked in my kitchen all covered in ice cream toppings," he says. He moves his mouth to mine, and I taste a heady combination of chocolate, strawberry, caramel, pineapple, vanilla, and cherry.

"Where did the cherry come from?" I ask. "You didn't give me any cherry."

"I'm sorry, love," he says. "Lift your head." I do as he asks, and he places a sweet cherry in my mouth.

"It tastes good," I say as I swallow it.

"It certainly does," he says. "I poured its syrup on your perfect breasts and licked it off. They make everything taste just a little bit better with the addition of your milk." I blush red at his comment. Even though I know that he likes occasional tastes of my breast milk, it still makes me a little uncomfortable. He slowly moves his hand down my body to the heat between my thighs. I hear him growl as he very slowly enters his middle finger into my tight depths. He puts his mouth against my ear and says, "God, you're so wet already," as his large finger unhurriedly moves inside me.

"I like this game," I pant, grabbing a hold of his naked shoulders. I absentmindedly wonder when he took his shirt off. "I wanted you before ... but I want you ... so much more right now. Oh, God!" He inserts a second finger and increases his pace then adds a gentle swirl with the pad of his thumb against my nubbin. Then he shifts himself and forces my legs further apart with his body as he tortures my aching nipples with his tongue, lips, and teeth. My hips rise and fall in rhythm with his fingers as he slowly builds me toward what is sure to be a sensational summit. He slows his fingers, and I start mewing loudly.

"Sshh, love," he says. "I'm sure you'll like this even better." I feel the coldness of the can before I feel the whipped cream spread between my parted thighs. "I just need another taste." He grazes the very top of his tongue along my quivering body from my aching breasts, down over my expanded abdomen, and kisses first my right and then my left thigh. He starts licking up the sweet cream, taking care not to touch my throbbing nubbin. He makes long sweeping strokes, getting all the whipped cream then thrusts his tongue inside me.

"Oh, hell!" I moan, bucking my hips up to meet his mouth, trying to get as much of him inside me as I can. It's been so long and he's taking his time. I think he's trying to kill me. Maybe this is payback for my irrational pregnancy hormones that have me yelling at him about the toilet seat again. Don't think about that now, Tris! "Oh, Tobias! Baby! Oh, God."

"I don't know what tastes better, the whipped cream or you," he says then slowly resumes lapping up all the sweet cream surrounding my aching nubbin. Between his words and his unrelenting tongue, I come harder than I have in a long time.

"Oh, sweet shit, baby! Oh. My. God!" I scream as I arch my back and grab the back of his head, trying to keep his mouth where it is but he's stronger than me and breaks free from my grip. He squirts out some more whipped cream and starts licking and kissing his way down my leg. This is different. When he gets to my foot, he worships every inch of each toe, and to my surprise I find myself building towards that sweet peak again. When he's satisfied that he has thoroughly adored my right foot, he repeats each and every touch on my left leg. "Tobias, baby, I need you. I can't take much more of this." He stops his ministrations and is so quiet. I wonder what he's thinking about. "Tobias?"

"You look so sexy, Tris," he roughly says. "Spread out in front of me, panting the way you are and that blindfold ... God, you have me harder than I've ever been. I need to be inside you. You better sit up." He helps me up and off the island. He carefully draws me down to the floor where he lies down and helps me straddle his hips. "Will you keep the blindfold on?"

"Sure," I say, having no desire to take it off quite yet. He sits up so that we are nose to nose and wraps his arm around my waist. He lifts me and then impales me on his rock hard manhood. "Aaahh damn, Tobias!" He stills, giving me time to get used to his welcome invasion since it's been a little while since we made love. I feel him move so that he's once again lying flat on the floor. I push myself off him with my knees and let gravity return me to my previous position then I grind my pelvis to his, achieving a deeper penetration, loving the feel of him so deep inside, then lift myself once again. I do this a couple times before we reach a perfect rhythm. I feel his hands travel up my body from my hips to my swaying breasts then feel his wet mouth replace his nimble fingers. We pick up the pace as he continues lapping at my nipples, lightly tugging on them with his teeth, and then sucking on them gently.

"So beautiful," I hear him say barely above a whisper. I was hoping to make the journey last longer but my body rebels and I plummet over the edge of the summit I was climbing. I spasm around his thrusting shaft and feel him explode deep inside of me. I collapse into his arms, spent, and he rolls us onto our sides after pulling out of me. "Let me help you with this." He carefully removes the blindfold, and I blink back against the bright light. It takes me a couple seconds to regain my vision, and I look at us and start laughing.

"You didn't do a very good job of getting all the sauce off," I say when I see the streaks of still sticky chocolate and strawberry sauces that aren't only on me. They're all over him, too. "We should take a shower. We're sticky!" I draw his mouth to mine and give him a long, tender, lingering kiss then break away and look into his handsome face. "Even though I liked our little game and the blindfold added to it, I missed looking into your face as you loved me."

"We'll just have to do it again, then, huh?" he says with a grin on his face.

"I think I could handle that," I say.