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Chapter 5

I'm what?

Tris' POV

I try really hard to focus on the matter at hand. Candor and Abnegation have been arguing their points of view on whether or not Dauntless should be a guardian for them and where. We have been at this for two days now and it doesn't feel like we have gotten very far.

Unfortunately, I have been fighting this damn bug that has been going around in the city. I was just foolish enough to go to Uriah's apartment the day before I left for this meeting. Taking him a container of hot fresh soup from the cafeteria. He had been stuck in bed for days, fighting the damn thing. I just had to be nice and bring him some. An act I have been fighting off ever since.

I take a deep breath, wishing for this nausea to pass. I take a sip of my cold water, wishing anything would help. I emptied my stomach out this morning, just before I left for this meeting. I startled my mother in the bathroom, as she got used to the quietness since Caleb and my choosing day and we left home. It has been just her and my father now.

It was a no brainer when I had to choose my career in Dauntless after initiation. Since I came in first place in my class, I got the top pick. Everyone thought I would choose to become a leader, but that was the last thing I wanted to do. No. Instead, it was a no brainer to me on what to choose.

I chose to be an ambassador.

As for my job, I am required to attend these meetings once a month. Since they rotate between what faction hosts these meetings…. And no one can ever make a damn decision quickly enough to save our lives… This means that once a month for just a few days I get to spend it in a different faction.

This month so happens to be Abnegation's turn. Of course, every Abnegation is more than willing to put me up for the few nights I'm here. But of course, I choose this time to stay with my parents. In a way I think it has been the best of both worlds.

The first time I came home, it was awkward to say the least. My mother, who I saw on visiting day in dauntless, was pleased to see me. She hugged me so tightly and was so excited to have me home even for a short time. My father, on the other hand, refused to speak with me. Unless of course we were in the meetings where he had no other choice but to look and speak to me. He carried so much betrayal and hurt in his eyes for me and my brother, who both decided to leave him. But he had to understand, I don't belong here. Truthfully, I never did. It took a few times of me coming out here, for my father to finally give in and let me have his temper.

"You betrayed me. My own blood." He shouted. "You were my daughter. You were supposed to stay beside me and your mother…"

"I'm still your daughter, father. I just needed to live my own life." I said, when he finally had his fill. He walked away from me, hiding in his room for the rest of the night. The next morning, we sat at the breakfast table in silence. Until he was the one to break the silence. He took his time, but he eventually found a way to forgive me and even grew to love the new and real me. Although he still calls me Beatrice, I don't mind.

Abnegation isn't the only place we see each other now. As every month my mother now accompanies my father to the faction that hosts the meetings. At night we have dinner and sometimes nightly walks so we can catch up. When it's Dauntless's turn, they stay with me in my apartment. Although they much prefer anywhere but Dauntless.

"Tris." My father says sternly, snapping me back to reality. My head spins, as my stomach drops. I try again to take another deep breath. "Tris, you look pale. Are you feeling alright?" My father asks once more. Although the room seems to be spinning, I can see all eyes are turned on me. The action only makes the spinning happen even more.

"Tris?" Jeanine Mathews asks, her hand falling on my shoulder. "Are you alright?" I try to hang on, to force myself to snap out of whatever this is and answer. But I can't. I feel myself getting weaker and weaker but the second I know I will lose the battle soon as the black edges in my vision grow larger. I feel my eyes wanting to roll backwards, my body becoming limp just before the blackness takes over.

I struggle to open my eyes, the bright light on the ceiling is brighter than it would normally be in Abnegation. The annoyingness of a beeping machine has me imagining ways to break it. Something or someone, squeezes my right hand. I turn my head to see it's my mother, her face filled with worry as she stares into my eyes.

"Mom," I question.

"Oh sweetheart, you've given us all quite a scare." She begins, the door to my small room opens just as she is about to continue. I glance, seeing none other than Jeanine Mathews walk into my room, my father trailing behind her. My eyes don't miss how formal she appears to be as she walks in wearing a white medical coat.

"What's going on?" I ask, wanting to know the meaning of this. Why was I brought here?

"Beatrice, I'm afraid you passed out at the meeting today. We were worried, Jeanine Mathews offered to bring you here and perform a few tests on you." My father explains. I give my attention to Jeanine, waiting to hear what she has to say… What is wrong with me?

"Well after a few tests…Including a sample of your blood." She continues, my blood runs cold at the mention of my blood. "Well it appears my dear that you are pregnant. Congratulations to you all." She says the last part with as much excitement as she can muster. What?

I look at my parents like I'm looking for the punchline. This must be some kind of sick joke. I break out laughing at Jeanine, like she is the funniest person in the city.

"What? No I'm not." I laugh.

"I'm afraid you are." She says, her eyes creasing together, she takes another look at my chart in her hands confirming once again that I am indeed pregnant.

"No, that can't be right," I say with full confidence.

"Beatrice… My test…"

"Well, your tests are wrong or got mixed up… Because I'm a…" I pause looking at my parents, embarrassed that I even have to say this. "Because I'm a virgin." I say, trying to sound nonchalantly. But I know they can hear the embarrassment in my tone. Jeanine looks to my mother and then my father, as if a lightbulb is going off, she drops the charts to her side.

"Why don't I speak with you privately, Tris." She says. My parents look hurt for a second as they begin to put two and two together.

"No. There is no need because I'm not pregnant!" I say, more forcefully.

"Why don't I go get a pregnancy test and you can pee in a cup for us. We will run another test." She says, turning back around and heading out the door. When she comes back, she hands me the cup, gesturing to the private bathroom that is connected to my room. I remove the sheet covering me and walk or stumble really into the bathroom. I hand her the cup when I'm done and sit back down on the edge of my bed.

"Pink means pregnant, blue means not pregnant…" Jeanine explains, she takes a stick and dunks it into the cup. She pulls it back out and covers the tip of the stick with a cap. We wait in silence as the stick turns non- other than the color pink. She holds it up for the whole room to see. I'm in shock, how could this have happened?

"But I've never had sex?" I blurt out. How can I get pregnant? I space out, reaching for my faction cell phone. I call the infirmary back in my faction, blocking out what my parents seem to be going on and on about. A few words registering, asking me who is the father, how could I have done this? But I have my own questions to answer first.

I try to sit as patiently as I can. After five, maybe ten minutes or so I find myself standing up, pacing back and forth in the small room. My arms are tightly crossed against my chest. I can't be pregnant. This is insane. How can all these tests be positive? I never had sex. There has to be some kind of mistake.

My mind continues to replay this afternoon. The disappointment on my parents' faces, the confusion on Jeanine's face. I really hope she keeps this situation confidential until I get to the bottom of it all.

There is a knock on the door, before the Doctor finally steps in. I see his face is full of shame and guilt. My stomach drops, thinking the worst.

"Hey there," He begins as he closes the door behind him.

"Doctor Ortiz, hi…" I burst out the minute he came in the door. Unable to hold this all back any longer. I need to get to the bottom of this. "Thank you for seeing me. It's the craziest thing, right, all these pregnancy tests keep coming back positive and there has to be a reason… right? Like some kind of hormonal thing…"

"There is a reason." The Doctor begins, gesturing for me to take a seat. I take a deep breath, as I take one of the two uncomfortable plastic seats. He takes his own rightful seat on the round roller chair as he prepares himself to explain just what is happening. "And the reason the tests came back positive is… I accidentally inseminated you two weeks ago." He explains, so simply. He says it so casually, as if he lost a set of keys or something.

"You what?" I burst out, my voice louder than I would have wanted. Did he just say?

"It was a mistake. I made a mistake." He says immediately. His voice is full of guilt and shame."And there was only a twenty percent chance it would take, so I thought that you would never know. But things turned out differently."

How could this have happened? You meet a man, you get married, you have sex and then you get pregnant and have a baby…. That was the plan. How could I? I take a deep breath in through my mouth and out through my nose trying not to panic.

"I am so sorry, Tris." The doctor begins again.

"You're sorry?" I mutter back. How can this be happening?

"There are options…This is a prescription for a pill that you could take. Um, of course, you are under no obligation to consult with the father, but he does know." He rants on.

"The father." I whisper. A man that I have never met, a man that I perhaps seen in the halls, but never have spoken to. A man that somehow has taken parts of me and doesn't even know it. I feel violated and dirty. Betrayed and hurt at the same time. "I have to go," I whisper. Standing up, I'm shell shocked. The father? What should I do? The Doctor hands me the piece of paper to take to the drug store, telling me that if I want to talk or need anything to call him at any time.

I speechlessly take the paper from his hand and march out of the room and down the hall as fast as I can out the double doors. A door opens, but I don't stop to see who it is. I can't be here. I can't be pregnant. This can't be happening.

A/N

And that is how Tris the pregnant virgin was made… What are your thoughts when Four finds out that it was his sperm used on Tris. What will Tris say or do? What about Christina?

So many possibilities, so many ways this can go….

What do you think?

Revised by: FDFobsessed

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