The Sound of Your Voice | on hold

Chapter 30

A long awaited update, here you all go. I recently watched Insurgent, and Theo James is one fine piece o'meat.

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"So," Tris says quietly, turning away. She shrinks under my stare. "Are you going to stay here, or sleep in your place?"

My eyes flicker around the apartment. This place was in no condition to house another person, unless I shared a bed with Tris or slept in Toby's crib with him.

"I'll sleep in my apartment," I reply, quickly.
If Tris's face fell, she fixed it in a short time after.

"Tobiah can stay with me if he wants," I add, glancing quickly towards the little boy, my son. Tobiah Caleb Eaton, with my last name and not Tris's.

The fact still fazed me, the fact I had a child, and I hadn't known until now.

Tris gives me a small smile. "Tobiah dear, do you want to stay with daddy for tonight?"

Toby is bitter, somehow shooting me down with an insanely cute baby voice. He seemed like a smart kid, and I was ashamed to say I had nothing to do with it. "Suddenly ditching me with my so-called dad, right mommy?" he spat.

I shielded the tears threatening to spill out from my eyes. My own son, created by me and Tris on a drunk night, loathed me.

"It's okay," I reply, quickly. I didn't want Toby to see his dad like a coward, which was exactly what I was.

I slipped out of the apartment.

"Wait," Tris calls, making her way towards me. Toby is still bitterly standing, shooting daggers at me with his sharp eyes.

I don't turn back, I sprint towards my apartment, slamming the door behind me as I let out a breath.

My son hates me.

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"Merry Christmas, daddy!" cheered Tobiah, as he walked into the kitchen, with a smile on his face.

"Merry Christmas to you, son," Tobias said, wearing a smile as he ruffled the little boy's hair.

"Hello, my two favorite boys," Tris smiled, entering the room. Her eyes found the stove, where Tobias was busy cooking up a meal, the yearly blueberry pancakes.

The room was decorated comfortably, with the fake snow and the tree and the bells and the presents and the reindeers and the Santa...

"I love you all," Tris said, pulling the boys into a bone-crushing hug.

"Hey," I greet, unlocking the door with a key Tris had given me. "Toby the First is here."
Tobiah was sitting in his chair, scowling as he saw my approach. My son hates me...
"Pancakes fine with you?" Tris turns to me, with a smile.

"Sure," I tell her, entering the kitchen. "Any help needed?"

Tris smiles, a forced smile on her face. "Yeah," she admits, quietly, after hesitating. "Can you set the table?"

Tris always hadn't been one to accept help. She's truly matured, blame Tobiah, and it killed me that I knocked her up.

As I set a fork in front of Toby, he shot me a ferocious glare, snatching the utensil and avoiding me eye.

I've missed everything, thanks to New York.

I lost my job.

I lost Tris.

I lost my son's love.

I lost Tris.

Hello lovelies.

Thoughts? What are your thoughts on...

Mature Tris?

Rude Tobiah?

Regretful Tobias?

Who's fault do you blame Tobiah's hate for Tobias's? Tris, for not introducing them earlier? Tobias, for being busy at work and knocking her up?

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~ Evie