Tobias POV:
Tris is in a definite mood all morning. The entire day has been filled with pointless arguments,with her often shedding quite a few tears. At around noon, she can't handle it any more. Grabbing her coat, she mumbles something about going to Christina's. I sigh, collapsing on the couch. Max comes over, placing his head on my lap. I smile, scratching behind his ears.
A few minutes later, a knocking sounds. I sigh, jumping off the sofa. I open the door, revealing a smirking Zeke and Uriah.
"So, we are here because Christina is comforting a very distressed Tris. So this is how this is going to work; you are going to invite us in, give us booze, and tell us the problem." I sigh, opening the door wider.
They make a bee line for the couch. I retrieve three beers from the fridge, tossing it to them over the counter. Zeke catches his, while Uriah's huts him in the head. I shake my head, taking a seat on the arm chair.
"OK, now what's going on?" Zeke starts. I rub my face, feeling the stubble that coming in.
"Tris and I have been...rocky lately. We're arguing , she's moody,she won't let me cone near her most days." Zeke frowns,taking in this information.
"Is she PMSing?" I glare at him,and he puts his hands up.
"Just asking." I sigh, shaking my head.
"I don't think...it...would last this long." Uriah gags. His face then lights up.
"Maybe she's having an affair!" I pick up on if Max's chew toys, throwing it at his head. He groans.
"OK OK! Never mind." Zeke clears his throat.
"Maybe she's just...getting tired." He sets his beer down on the table.
"Taking care of a wounded soldier isn't easy. You just have to make sure you're taking care of her as much as she is you. And you also need to keep then romance going. Dates..shit like that. That's what Shauna and I do." I nod, letting his words soak in.
The door clicks, and Tris slips in. Her eyes are red and puffy, and her hair is a bit missed. She starts when she notices the boys. We all stand, and Zeke and Uriah turn to me.
"We'll leave you to it." Zeke clasps my shoulder before dragging Uriah out the door. I turn to Tris, and she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Tobias-" I cut her off.
"Tris please I have to stay this." She sighs, rubbing her face.
"I know its been rocky these past couple of weeks, and I'm sorry-" Tris groans.
"Tobias-"
"Please Tris, I'm so sorry, and I love you. We can figure this out.I know I've been a real ass, letting you do all the work." She let's out a frustrated huff, beginning to dig through her bag.
"Tris please, I'm extremely sorry. Please listen!" She finally glances up at me. She pulls a baggie out of her bag, tossing it to me. I catch it, glancing down at the contents.
A white plastic stick lies in the bag, two faced lines appearing in a small section.
Tris begins to sniff. Letting tears drip out.
"I'm sorry, Tobias." I furrow my eyebrows, confused. She sees my look and let's out a strangled laugh.
"I'm pregnant."
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The Hero's Call///Fourtris AU
Fanfiction"Ah, perfect timing! Sweetheart, I would like you to meet Private Four Eaton." I turn around and see a bright pair of familiar blue eyes. It's him.
