"Four!" I shout angrily walking into the arena where I see him sparring with another guy. This morning I awoke to a cold, empty, bed with nothing but one of those cheesy notes on the pillow. So, I jumped up and instantly got dressed after freshening up in the bathroom and headed down here in a cute maternity maxi dress that has cute blue designs on them and a brown belt across the belly. I really love the spring, it's so much better than being cold.
"Tris?" He says turning around surprised with a scared look on his face. He should have a scared face, I drove all the way here from our apartment at eleven in the morning on a Thursday to get his sorry a*s from fighting. He knows how much I hate it.
"Yes, it's me. Don't act surprised." I cross my arms over my chest, some of the hair falling out of my messy bun which just frustrates me more, "Your seven month, pregnant wife came out of the comfort of her own bed to come down to some smelly arena to drag you back home. I had to past Moroni's! Moroni's! So, get off of that damn square and let's go." I tell him as I hear a few chuckles from people in here punching on bags and sparring with other people. I turn around to face them with my arms crossed over my belly and they instantly shut up.
I nod my head, leaving the building.
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"The fact that you jogged down here just makes it worse." I tell Tobias as I drive back home, not without stopping by Moroni's and he is going to pay when we get there. "You are my human pregnancy pillow, you saved hundreds of money for me not to buy one, you can't just get up like that." I keep on scolding him, I know that I am being irrational but my hormones are raging in both a good way and bad way.
"I'm sorry," Tobias says for the thousandth time as I pull into the parking lot of Moroni's, the smell of fresh food and sweet baked goods coming through the open windows hitting me in the face bringing a warm smile to my face. I look to Tobias with that same goofy grin on my face.
"I know, it's okay. Just don't leave me in the morning." I say smiling grabbing his hand and he looks at me skeptical.
"You okay?" He asks and I nod my head, I know that I am hormonal Tobias, don't piss me off already.
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"You know Tris," Tobias says as I stir the sauce for the pasta that I am making for dinner. After having a beautiful lunch at Moroni's- which Tobias paid for- we came home and took a nap, not before we showed how much we loved each other. I swear my hormones are going crazy, one moment I want to choke him and others I want to cuddle with him and do things that are only meant for the private. Tobias does a good job with dealing with my mood swings.
We are half way through this pregnancy, just two more months and the boys will be here. We've decided on names but we want to reveal them for when I go into labor. Labor, I am so terrified for them to get here, so bad that I would sit in bed all night eating ice cream while watching television. Tobias and I didn't start on the nursery and we are thinking about starting this month. I like the colors silver, and blue.
But, once I awoke from my nap with Tobias, I got dressed in one of his pair of sweatpants with a white maternity tank top and now we are working on dinner tonight which is baked Ziti with a fresh salad.
"I was thinking that we should go on vacation." He says and I look up from the sauce staring at him with confused eyes. "I mean I think that we should have some final time to ourselves before the boys get here because let's face it, we really need it and I don't think that we would have time to ourselves. We would go down there for three days and come back and start working on the nursery." He says and I smile brightly, I need this.
"What do you have in mind?" I ask happily and he smirks at my happy face.
"I was thinking Rockaway beach, it takes about a hour and 44 minutes to get there." Tobias says as I place the noodles in the chicken and sauce mixture. I mix it and Tobias lifts the heavy pot putting it in the glass, baking dish to put in the oven. "I tried to pick something on where you wouldn't have to sit down for a long time and school is still in for the children so it wouldn't be a lot of people at the beach." He says and I smile happily giving him a hug.
"Thanks for always thinking about me Tobias, I wold love to go on vacation with you." I smile at him standing on the tip of my toes to press a kiss to his lips.
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I stare at the television at three in the morning, not paying attention to the repeats of Friends. I just think, I think about everything. The babies woke me up this morning by kicking me multiple times, so instead of laying in the bed staring out the window at the city lights. I got up out of the bed, made an ice-cream sundae and turned on the television while the dogs cuddled up on me with their heads nestled on my belly.
I am thinking about my birth, how is that going to go? Will my parents every visit me again to see their grandchildren and at one point of time tears welled up in my eyes at the thought of how the boys will never really know their grandparents. They won't have the little gifts getting sent in from their grandparents because they want nothing to do with their daughter and son.
"Tris?" I hear Tobias mutter sleepily from the doorway in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. "What are you doing up?" He says walking fully into the living room and stands in front of me, both of the dogs sit up and put their attention on Tobias.
"The babies were kicking me," I state plainly shrugging my shoulders and he rubs his eyes, "I was just thinking about life."
"Do you want to come back to bed?" He asks and I nod my head at him tiredly, he takes the cold bowl out of my hands placing it on the table and lifts me in his arms.
"Bring the ice cream." I laugh and he places the bowl on my belly taking me to the bedroom.
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Divergent: The Outsider 2
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