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Chapter 12

She owes me!

Tobias' POV

I sigh, entering the door to the apartment. Closing the door behind me, I let my keys fall onto the side entrance table, Christina just had to have it when we got married. Funny, that day feels more like a lifetime ago or even maybe another life all together.

I knew I didn't love Christina when we got married. I think she knew it too. But I thought in more ways than one, that's how married life is. You don't always love that person, you don't always need to be with them, but at the end of the day you both knew that you had each other's backs. That's what I felt about Christina. No matter what… She had my back when I was sick just like I had her back when she was grieving. It was simpler back then, that's for sure.

"Four is that you?" Chris calls out from our bedroom. I slowly make my way through the apartment. She should know what happened today. We should also talk about boundaries and what this would mean for us.

Us. My mind goes to the word divorce. What timing would it be? Would she think I'm leaving her for Tris, because she is having my baby, or more likely because I'm still in love with her? In just a span of a few days things have gone from wrong and righting the situation to more complicated than ever.

I swing the door to our bedroom open, forgetting to knock first like she prefers. I see her standing before our full length mirror. I noticed her face first, shocked like I just caught her with her hands in the cookie jar. But then I notice her hand on where her flat toned stomach should be. My eyebrows crease together, confused to see her swollen stomach. It takes me a moment to realize that it's nothing but a pillow under her shirt.

"I just… I was… Curious." She confesses, slightly embarrassed.

"Chris…" I begin, knowing we really have to talk about this.

"Don't Chris me, Four." She burst out, pulling the pillow out from her shirt and tossing it back on the bed. I internally gear up for yet another argument. "You don't know what this is like for me. I should be the one that is pregnant, not Tris." She says, pushing past me. The way she says Tris' name, I swear it looks like she swallowed a lemon. "She doesn't even know what she is doing. For all we know that poor baby is going to be born with three heads… Because she eats something wrong." She wines.

"Christina," I yell, feeling defensive.

"This should be my baby. For crying out loud, I'm your wife, not her." She continues, "that baby should be mine." Her eyes bulge out slightly like she's gone mad. Suddenly I begin to worry about her mental health. Exactly how hard can you push a person, before they finally snap?

"But it's not your baby, Christina." I raise my voice, interrupting her insane rant. " I'm sorry, it's not. But maybe it would be better if you just back off." I turn, heading towards the kitchen for some space. "And the baby won't have three heads." I correct her, like it's the most important thing she said. Chris rolls her eyes, fixing the strap of her top that sits on her shoulder.

"Look, Tris went to the clinic earlier today. She was spotting… and…"

"Is the baby okay?" Christina asks, her voice concerned.

"The baby is fine. The doctor suggested that Tris was to stay in bed for a few days with no stress." I tell her what the Doctor ordered.

"Oh my God. You see, she can't even do this right." She begins, looking for her keys and purse. I go to stand between her and the door, refusing to let her out. "What are you doing? Move!" She demands of me. I can't help the smile that creeps on my face, does she remember who she is talking to?

I think about the past couple of years, the man I have become… I don't even recognize myself anymore. But be as it may, Tris doesn't need the added stress. I won't let Chris of all people put my unborn baby at risk.

"No!" I spit out, my voice stern and forceful. "You are not going over there. You will leave Tris alone and let her rest. Or so help me God Christina, you will regret it." I threaten, my hands cupped behind my back, I stand tall like the man I used to be.

"Fine." She says, giving in. She throws her purse on the floor like the spoiled child she is and treads back to our shared bedroom. She slams the door behind her, clearly letting me know that I'm not welcome there tonight. That's more than fine by me, me and the couch are already close friends.

I made sure to wake up a half hour earlier than I normally would on a workday. Getting up, getting my workout in for the day, showering and shaving… I was ready for the day to come. I locked the door behind me, not bothering to even attempt to see Chris this morning. I'll deal with her later.

Instead I rushed through the crowded hallways of the morning Dauntlesses. Heading into the dining room hall, I got in line to fill up on two to-go containers with hot and delicious balanced food. I stop at the beverage station on my way out, grabbing a coffee for me and an orange juice for Tris. I think about making a fast pit stop for a bundle of flowers to go with her breakfast, but decide at the last moment that might be a little too much.

I check my watch, making sure I'm right on schedule… I knock on her door, waiting patiently as I hear her soft footsteps come closer to the door and fumble with the lock.

"Four?" Tris questions, when she sees me on the other side of the door. "What are you… What are you doing here?" She asks, one eye half way closed. She rubs it with her hand, trying to wake herself.

"I brought you breakfast." I announce holding up the plastic bag that contains both our meals and a tray of drinks in my other hand.

"Breakfast?" She questions, as if such a thing existed.

"Yeah. I thought since you should be on bed rest… I can at least bring you food," I point out. "So you don't have to worry about cooking or getting it yourself." She finally steps aside, letting me into the apartment. I place the bag and tray down on the kitchen counter. "Go get back in bed… I'll plate the food up and bring it to you." I suggest. I can see her hesitation as she moves towards her bedroom door.

I sigh, knowing damn well there is another conversation to be had with her. If she is doing all the heavy lifting when it comes to this baby, the least I can do is help out and make sure she is well. Something that she will have to get used to, because I'm not going anywhere.

"Here we go madame, breakfast in bed," I say, lifting the large lap tray onto her outstretched legs. I make sure it's in a comfortable position for her before returning to the kitchen and getting my own.

"Wow, breakfast in bed… This is a first." She says as she picks up her fork and digs into her eggs.

"Well it's the least I can do… Since you're the one carrying the baby," I point out, trying to sound light about things.

"Well then, if you keep this up… I might just have to have another one." She bursts out, her cheeks turning a shade redder when she realizes what she just said.

"Might just take you up on that," I joke, enjoying watching her cheeks brighten even more.

"How's Christina?" She asks, glancing down at my wedding band. Reminding me that I'm still married. "Did you talk to her?"

"She won't be a problem for you anymore." I promise. "I'm taking care of it."

"Thank you, Four." She says, her eyes staring down at the napkin on her tray.

"Want me to get rid of all that on the table?" I ask.

"No. That's not necessary. I know she meant well."

"She's just a little overbearing." I finished for her. I want to tell her, I know the feeling. That I will make sure Chris won't pressure her anymore. But I'm lost for words, as I just don't want to talk about it anymore. I just want to focus on what matters most right now. The baby.

A/N

*** Attention*** We have been discussing whether or not the baby should be a boy or a girl. With that stated, FDFobsessed and I have decided to leave this choice up to you readers….

So along with your comments, please comment if the baby should be a boy or a girl. We will tally up the votes next week Tuesday 06/11

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