Divergent: The Outsider 2

|Chapter 49|

People never told me that right after labor, you will sweat buckets, have the shivers and shakes, bleed very heavily, and my vagina would be swollen. Like, I always thought that labor is just. . . labor. You push the baby out, push the placenta out, hold your baby and that's that. No, if anything it's not a walk in the park. Tobias nearly passed out when he saw the massive amount of blood on the pad, and to think that he is a fighter and saw blood. Then I had to put an ice pack, down there to calm things down. I was steaming hot, and I made Tobias go downstairs to the cafeteria to get me some food I didn't even care if it was great or not.

The boys ate a little bit but wasn't really interested in nursing, but they did eat. Now, I am talking to the gang with my eyes slit because I am very tired. The gang decided to come around and see the baby's since they are one day old. Matthew was very attentive, looking at everyone with curious eyes while Jonah pouted with everyone and would jump at their voices.

I can tell that they are very protective of each other, while Matthew cries Jonah would look around trying to find his brother and then would start crying until he is in Tobias' arms or mine and he see's his brother. I don't know what they are going to do with all this love.

"How was the labor?" Cher asks me as she leans against the door frame. Everyone decided to come, Tori and her husband, Cher, and all of my friends. Everyone except my family, even everyone's parent's paid me a quick visit. The nurses told them that everyone can't be in here at once, but after Zeke, Christina, Cher, Tori, and Lynn cursed them out everyone was able to come in.

"Eh," I shrug my shoulders, bringing the covers up to my face to block out the coldness. "It was alright."

"Almost broke my hand." Tobias mutters to himself and Uriah laughs clapping him on his shoulder and I glare at him rolling my eyes.

"Did not." I tell him and he gives me a look making me laugh.

"Whatever." He sarcastically says laughing.

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"Jonah." I sing running my fingertips down my oldest boy's face. He whines at me, and turns his head with his eyes still closed. I'm trying to get them to wake up, so they wouldn't get fussy when I strap them in the car seat. The boys are two days old and it's finally time to go home, the doctor's wanted to keep their eye on us three with a small recovery and now we finally are able to leave.

"Matthew is clean." Tobias say getting up from the couch holding a sleeping Matthew. He puts him in the car seat and straps him in and puts the baby bag beside it. Once Jonah is on the verge of waking up, I put him in the car seat and strap him in letting him fall asleep. I put blankets over them since it's windy out side and I get off of the bed going to the bathroom to make sure I have everything.

[Tobias' Point of View]

Being a father is something amazing, during the whole nine months I was always mentally freaking out at the thought of becoming another Marcus. But, I had to be rational around her second month and think that I just need to give love to the boys and Tris. There isn't even a true reason as of why I would be a replica of Marcus.

Now, my boys are here and I couldn't be happier. I just can't wait for them to get older so I can take them out and play football with them, and then show them how to properly throw a punch and show them the college where I went to and tell them the stories of how I met Tris.

Those are the things that make my stomach churn with happiness every time I look at them.

"Ready?" I ask Tris as she walks out of the bathroom holding a dark bag of her dirty clothing. She nods her head smiling at me, shrugging her bag and the babies bag over her shoulder while I grab the two car seats leaving the room with Tris behind me. Practically all of the nurses coo over our children which annoys the hell out of me. Like, get the hell out of the f*cking way. My wife just pushed out two boys who refuses to be wheeled down in a wheel chair to the car yet you want to have a five minute conversation about how cute our babies are. . . I get it they're amazing now, MOVE!

We finally get to the car that was pulled up by me earlier, I may have threatened the valet to not let the car get towed and just because I'm Four, he litterally crapped his pants when he saw me. . . the professional boxer, not the fake things like the WWE. . . the actual, 'I'll punch you and you would really bleed' kind of fighter. I strap in the boys and Tris climbs in between them. I make sure that they are secured in and I rush to the front of the truck getting in the drivers side. After I hear the click of Tris' seat belt. I carefully pull out of the front of the hospital, doing the total opposite of how I arrived here two days ago.

"I'm going to call my family to let them know that I had the boys, and that they are healthy." Tris says pulling out her phone and I hum at her letting her know that I heard her. Tris is good, she actually tries to call her family even though she really doesn't like them. I like that about her, she tries not to be in the wrong and still does the good thing to please her family even if they don't acknowledge her. I don't associate with Marcus at all, let alone call him giving him an update. Ever since he laid a hand on my mother, Evelyn, I stopped all contact with him at once. . . going cold turkey.

I continue to drive and I hear Tris let out a frustrated sigh, I hear a beeping noise on her phone and she places the phone down. . . well, what I can see from the rear view mirror. I see that Tris has small tears running through her face and I fight the urge to pull over the car and stuff my way in the back with all three of them and comfort my wife instead I tighten my hands on the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white.

I don't ask her if she's okay because I know she's not. . . clearly from the damn tears falling out of her beautiful eyes, "I love you Tris, just know that I am your family. As long as we have each other then we'll be fine." I state briefly looking up in the mirror and then back to the road because if I get into an accident, I would kill myself If I'm not already dead. She gives me a smile wiping away the tears that her annoying parent's and annoying brother brought to her face.

"I love you too," She smiles again. "Always."

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I want to know, what point of view do you like the most between Tris and Tobias? Also, my new story is up.