Chapter 36

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Tris pov

I walk into school, Tobias said he had to go some where early this morning. So he asked my mom to take me.

I walk to my locker and there's Tobias waiting for me.

I smile and walk up to him and hug him.

He kisses my head and we start walking down the hall.

"I missed you this morning" I say

"Yeah sorry about that, I just have something planned for this fine Friday evening, I was getting some things done" he says and I giggle.

"We're going on a date" I say smiling, really big.

"Yes, we are going on a date" he says. I look at him and he's blushing a little.

I giggle and kiss his cheek.

"Your blushing" I say

"I know, I don't really blush around you but today I just-" he says

"It's okay, it's cute" I say interrupting him.

He wraps his arms around my waist and I smile as he leans his face closer to mine. He pecks my lips, but I pull them back down to kiss them more.

We pull away and smile.

"See you later" I say letting go of his hand and walking away to class.

"Love you" he says

"Love you more" I say turning around and blowing him a kiss.
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School was boring, like always. I'm excited to be home and getting ready for Tobias and I date.

I have on a blue dress and I'm doing my hair now.

I look in the mirror and see what Connor is doing, he's sitting on my bed playing with his blocks.

I smile and continue to do my hair.

I have one strand of hair left so I quickly do it and walk over to Connor because he's whimpering a little. I think he's bored.

"What's wrong, buddy" I say picking him up.

He continues to whimper so I bounce him up and down and smell his diaper. Smells clean.

"Are you hungry" I say tickling his toes.

His whimper turns into a laugh. So I start laughing too.

I hold Connor at my side and walk downstairs to the kitchen. My mom is standing by the fridge, so I ask her to pass me a bottle.

She smiles and passes it to me.

She's 4 months, when she told me about her being pregnant. She was already 3 months.

"You look beautiful" she tells me and I smile.

"Want me to feed him, while you finish getting ready" she adds

"It's okay mom, I got it" I say lifting Connor up and feeding him his bottle.

I'm getting ready to walk away when my mom
Starts a new conversation.

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