Story Time (Divergent)

Chapter 19- Bad Timing

Here is the next chapter, as promised in the last chapter. Not much of an author's note for this chapter, so enjoy! :)

*I do not own Divergent, but I wish I did. It's Veronica Roth's

Chapter 19 – Bad Timing

Will's POV

When we get back home from leaving the hospital, I get a text from Four. "Tris just woke up and I told her what the doctor said they could do and she is really happy. I guess now we can keep what's going on with Tris a secret until it's time, huh? :)" "Will, who was that?" Christina asks. I look at her, confused. Then I look back the phone and realize what he said, then turn back to her. "Oh, uh, that was Four. He said that Tris just woke up and she's really excited that the doctors can do something about her appendix." She just smiles. "Tell Four to tell her that the kids can't wait to see her back home." I do exactly that and he replies a minute later. "She says she can't wait either. And she says to give the kids hugs and kisses for her. Oh, and the doctor just came in ad told us that she will go into surgery tonight." I showed Christina the text and she was very happy. She also did what Tris wanted; give Jake and Jenna hugs and kisses.

A little while later, she comes into the living room while the kids are napping. "Will, call Four. I want to talk to Tris." "Ok." I dial Four's number and hand her the phone. "Hey Four, it's Christina. Can I talk to Tris, if she's still awake." She kisses me on the cheek and goes into the dining room to talk. I just sit there and think about things.

Christina Scott, the love of my life. We are going to start a family together. I am probably the happiest man ever. That is, right next to Four, since he has two children already, and two more on the way. I also wonder if Christina will like the names I like. John Scott, if our baby is boy. It has a nice ring to it. If it's a girl, I like Sarah Scott. That has a nice ring to it as well.

My thoughts are interrupted by Jenna running into the living room saying, "Uncle Will!" and she jumps on my lap, crying on my chest.

"Jenna, what's the matter? Are you hurt?" She shakes her head and sniffles, trying to calm down. "Uncle will, I had a bad dream." I just place my hand on her head and run it down her blonde hair, the same thing I do when Christina is upset about something. I whisper to her, telling her it's ok, and she seems to calm down. When she does I start to ask her, "What was your dream about that made you so upset?"

"I was being chased by a monster. It had rings all over its face and had dark, black fur." I just look at her, shocked. The way she describes that monster, it sound like… oh no. Eric. We saw him when we came back from the hospital. He was in the pit after we were coming back to the apartment. He looked at Jenna the way he looked at Tris when we were initiates. He looked at her the same way he did when he tried to have Tris killed a year after we became members. I was the one that saved her and brought a crying, scared to death, Tris back to Four.

Jenna sniffles again, bringing me back to reality. I just hug her tightly and stroke her curly, blonde hair. "Jenna, when you said the monster had rings all over its face, did it look familiar at all?" I ask her. It takes her a minute to think about what she is going to say next. "It was like that man we say in the pit after lunch. He had a weird look on his face when he looked at me." I am boiling mad on the inside, but I hide it because I'm with Jenna. I have to tell Four, because I do not want Jenna to be anywhere near Eric.

I see Christina come back from the dining room with my phone in her hand. "Jenna, everything is going to be ok. That monster won't be bothering you anytime soon. Ok?" she nods and gives me a hug. I hug her back, and she goes back to bed. Christina comes back and sits next to me again. "What was wrong with Jenna? She looked like she was crying." She says, her voice filled with concern. I put my arm around her shoulder and bring her close to me. She places her head on my shoulder and kisses my neck before I speak. "She came running out of her room crying. She had a bad dream that woke her up from her nap." "Really? What was it about?" she asks.