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The following story will be given in ONLY Tobias' POV

Thanksgiving with my EX

About:

A year after a large miscommunication leads to divorce, Tris and Tobias are forced to face their problems when Tobias and the kids are stranded with no way out of town due to a large snowstorm. Leaving him awkwardly stuck with not only Tris' family, but her boyfriend and his family.

Chapter One

One year ago

Tobias' POV

It's been three months since I have been home, stuck doing this damn world tour with the one and only "Nita." If only the world knew the real her, I bet they would think differently about her. This may be her platinum album deal… but there is nothing platinum or gracious for that matter, about her damn attitude. Letting fame and fortune get to her head, she has no problem with walking all over people that she thinks are servants to her. I swear if it wasn't for my partner Zeke, I would have lost it the first week on the job.

"Tobias, get me my purse. Tobias, get me an Aqua. Tobias, hold this… Tobias, hold that…"

For Christ's sake, I'm her fucking bodyguard not her damn maid. I just about told her that the first time she demanded something from me. Of course, Zeke had to hold me back and remind me that I was just as much in need of the money as he was now that Tris was pregnant with our second child. I just thank god that we will be home in time for Thanksgiving. We are not scheduled for any more tours until after the first of the new year. If everything goes as planned Zeke and I will be getting home with still five days to spare before the big turkey day.

"Four check out that idiot on the left, eight o'clock," Zeke's voice comes through my ear. My left hand instantly presses the bug deeper, the crowd is wild and out of control like usual.

"Copy that!" I shout. I turn, glaring at the son of a bitch who indeed looks like he is reaching for something in his jacket. I step closer to Nita, readying myself for the jump. Zeke prepares to tackle the fucker if need be. A magnetic reaction to my own, a skill that took years to develop working together. There is for sure, no one else I would trust on the job than him.

I instantly react, jumping into action as I reach for Nita just as Zeke bounces on the perp as he pulls something that could be a gun out of his pocket. Somehow instead of shielding Nita somehow we get mixed up and end up falling to the floor with her on top of me. I hear the clicking of several paparazzi and fan cameras going off.

"Oh my." Nita calls out, her lips inches from mine. She leans down just enough to kiss my cheek. Oh fuck.

"What the fuck, false alarm." Zeke says in my ear.

"Thank you, Four." Nita whispers into my right ear. I'm frozen for a second, knowing for a fact that I'm caught in a trap.

"Four, umm…" Zeke says.

"Secure the perimeter." I demand.

"Copy."

"Nita, get off of me please," I spit out. My stomach sinks to the floor, knowing damn well what that just looked like to so many viewers. No doubt it will be in every tabloid in the morning. I'm so fucked.

I turn the car onto our street, eerily slow. I feel like I'm slowly creeping up on Tris, like I would an angry animal. Tris being close to six months pregnant is scary enough, especially when she is mad.

Just as predicted, Tris saw every tabloid out there. Nita on top of me. Nita staring into my eyes. Nita kissed my cheek, although pictures taken from certain angles made it look more like a passionate kiss on my lips. Headlines reading "popstar's affair with bodyguard," "scandlest kiss between popstar Nita and her bodyguard." Zeke was only photographed in the background, his arms up wide holding people back from our moment. I should have switched places with that fucker when I had a chance. Fuck, a hormonal Tris… She wouldn't answer any of my calls the past week. Shauna, Zeke's wife, checked on her a few times. From what little she did tell me, I am expected to no longer have plates when I get home, or glasses for that matter.

I finally turn onto our driveway, sighing when I see the mess out on the front lawn. Fuck! Everything that is mine from my clothes, to my workout gear, to even my books are scattered on our lawn. Yup, this is definitely bad. I'm so fucked.

I get out of my car, slowly. My hand raking through my hair as I survey the mess on the lawn. Fucking shit. I wonder if Zeke would come and help me clean this shit up. I spot my workout shorts… They look like they have been there for at least a few days. Everything is damp with crap all over it. Fuck.

"Get out." Tris yells with the front door wide open.

"Tris, come on baby… Can we please talk about this," I try to yell back. Not caring what the fuck the neighbors think.

"Why don't you go talk to your girlfriend." Tris yells back, I glance down at her growing stomach. She's showing, the last time I saw her, her stomach was still semi flat. She was barely three months pregnant.

"Tris, please. Don't do this," I begged her.

"Fuck you." She spits out. After so much crap that we have been through. The lies and deception, I have never seen her this mad. Why now? Why when it's a lie that she believes? Why has it always been easier for her to believe what's far from the truth?

"Babe. Please… Let me explain." I will try again. "Please, it's just the hormones… if you would just take a breath."

"What? Did you just say I'm hormonal?" She spits out. I shut my eyes, wishing this scene would just disappear. Fuck, I just made this worse.

"Nope." I say, shaking my head side to side.

"Asshole." Yup I deserved that one. "I want a divorce!" She screams. I stare at her with shock overwhelming me.

I admit we are far from perfect. Tris and I have had our ups and downs over the past years. We were high school sweethearts, not caring what others thought of us rushing into marriage after highschool. We struggled for a long time, but we slowly dug ourselves out of it.

"Tris." I say, my voice filled with shock and emotion. How could she even think that?

"Oh don't Tris, me. You did this!" She screams, pointing her finger at me. "You broke us."

"What about everything we have… What about Ryan and the baby?" I ask, this is my family. Everything that we have worked so hard to keep and improve and…

"Well you should have thought about that before you and whats her name fucked around. Fucked around, while I sat home barefoot and pregnant… taking care of your son." She cries, her hand cradling her stomach.

"Tris, please calm down. Think of the baby," I say, taking a step towards her. I just want to hold her, be with her. I know this isn't her.

"No. Don't you touch me. You don't get to touch me ever again!" She pauses, she turns heading back in the house before slamming the door behind her, she turns her hand on the door "I want you out!" She screams, slamming the door right behind her.

I take a deep breath, my hand wiping down my face. Maybe she's right, maybe they were all right… She was always too good for me.

A/N

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Trini