The Unexpected. [Secuel To The Unknown] {Eric FF}

Twenty Two.

Morgan and Eric didn't spoke a word until they got to dauntless.

Eric closed the door of the apartment with a slam, Morgan was ready to head to bed, knowing that she had not eaten anything, but she didn't feel like it.

"Problematic?" Eric said behind her. Morgan took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh "when did she called you problematic?"

"The first time I met her" she turned around to face her "and she's been a pain in my ass since. But whatever, I don't let the things she says get to me"

Eric slowly walked to her.

"What else did she tell you?" Morgan rolled her eyes.

"Eric, don't do this now. I'm exhausted and it really doesn't matter"

"Morgan start speaking, what else did she say to you?"

"Eric, it doesn't matter" she said firmly.

"It matters to me because she's talking shit about my wife"

"And you're getting in her game by letting things get to you. Eric seriously fuck her. I don't give a two second thought, I don't give a fuck about what she says"

Eric sighed and backed away, turning around and heading to the door.

"Eric don't make a scene out of this we really don't need this right now" Morgan tried to avoid Eric going out and causing trouble with the leader of Erudite. Knowing that this could cause a little meltdown in the bridge that Eric wanted to maintain with dauntless.

"Go to sleep Morgan" Eric said monotone opening the door and exiting the apartment.

Morgan cursed and sighed, feeling really tired. Confrontation was the first they Anne forbid her, and it was the first thing she had found.

"Whatever" she muttered and turned to their bedroom. Eric could fist fight that bitch to extinction, she didn't give a fuck other than to keep herself calm and her baby continuing growing healthy and relaxed.

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Eric stormed his way down the aisle of Erudite HQ, not bothering to check in with the receptionist.

His heavy footsteps leading him to the office at the end of the hall while the insistence of the receptionist was beginning to get to him.

His body was already to tense, his jaw was so tight he had a headache.

He opened the door to the office, finding the startled looks of Christine and two other people opposite of her in the desk.

"What the fuck have you been telling my wife?" He demanded while he walked to her.

Christine smiled a the man and woman in front of her apologetically and said:

"We'll continue this later, thank you for your time" she said softly. They both stood up and left the room, as soon as Eric heard the door close he placed both of his hands in the desk, his body lurching forward on it.

"What shit have you been telling my wife?" He demanded to know again.

"Just the truth, and sometimes that hurts to hear. But she's not the right woman for you Eric, she has faulted the faction system, broken everything we believed in, she is indirectly the cause of over a dozen suicides after she destroyed our faction system."

"Morgan freed this city, she indirectly helped you get into this charge didn't she? And by the umpteenth time, you don't get to choose who I date, or who I marry. I'm not your little pupet anymore. If I hear Morgan telling me you've been misdemeanoring her again, you better find yourself another fucking army"