Burning With the Fire (Eric Divergent Fanfic)

Our Fate Is In Their Hands

 The next morning, Tris and I are the first ones awake. She woke up before me, and just as I was waking up, she was hiding a gun under her mattress. Smart girl.

We both sit together on my bunk, nothing to be said between us, yet. Without a thought, my hands find my stomach, and I rest them there. The action makes me calm, and Tris notices this.

"How are you and the baby doing?"

"I think she's good. I mean, I haven't noticed her moving a lot, but she could be a night owl, who knows?" I chuckle, looking down at my hands.

"How do you know it's a girl?" Tris asks curiously.

"Not sure. Just a feeling I'm getting. With my luck, she's going to look just like Eric." I say quietly, and before long, tears are running from my eyes. "Shit." I whisper, wiping them away furiously.

"Hey, hey, hey. It'll be okay. Once this blows over, all three of you can be together again." Tris says optimistically, but I just shake my head in disbelief.

"He's responsible for all the murders that happened yesterday. Even if he did it because the women he loves are on the line, he still killed people, Tris. I'll be lucky if he doesn't die for his crimes." I whimper, clutching my face in my hands.

"Women?" Tris asks.

"He has two sisters in the hands of Jeanine. That is how she got Eric on her side in the first place. She also threatened to take me from Eric. She used the three most important people in his world against him in every way she could. When I get the chance, she is going to die a slow, painful death. It will never be sufficient to makeup for all the Divergent's she has killed, but I think I would sleep better at night." I tell her, and Tris listens attentively throughout the entire rant. "Ugh, I'm sorry Tris. These baby hormones have made me such a mess." I say, wiping away more tears. Before Tris can speak, Uriah looks down to us from his bunk above. He looks like a monkey hanging from a branch.

"I love you girls, I really do, but you need to stop talking about all the low, dark shit. Go do each other's hair or have a shower or something. Jeez." Uriah complains, and I throw my pillow at him. "How rude!" He says, and this wakes up Tobias. Tobias looks grumpily at Uriah, and then his eyes soften when they reach Tris and I.

"I'm going to talk to Johanna about the meeting, wanna tag along Tris?" Tobias asks, and Tris nods. Her and Tobias leave, as well as some of the other Abnegation in the bunkhouse with us.

I bolt for the shower before anyone else has the chance, and there is a sign telling everyone to conserve resources a.k.a. water. This doesn't bother me because the water is cold anyway. I get out after my five minutes are up, and I find a stack of Amity clothes on the counter. One of the Abnegation must have put it there. How sweet and selfless of them.

There is a pair of red denim pants and a golden yellow long sleeved shirt. The shirt is a little big, but that doesn't bother me, because I would rather not broadcast my pregnancy to the world quite yet. The jeans are almost an exact fit, making me smile. I begin brushing my fingers through my thick red hair, and I hear someone knock on the bathroom door.

"Come in." I say, and Uriah peeks in. I smile softly at him.

"I need to shower. The meeting is in a half hour." Uriah informs me, and I nod. He walks into the bathroom as soon as I'm out, and I begin braiding my hair. Tris and Tobias get back just as Uriah is getting out of the shower, and without a word, Tris hops in the shower.

"Is she okay?" I ask Tobias as he sits next me, and he shakes his head.

"She is dealing with the death of her parents, plus getting shot. She's having a rough time. But we'll get through. We always do." Tobias answers, and I'm not sure if he's talking about our group as a whole, or him and Tris separately.