A Different Divergent: A Better Tomorrow

~twenty-five~

Chapter 25

Tessa's crying through the baby monitor wakes me with a start at a little before 4 a.m. I roll out of bed and trudge half-awake to her room. I carry her downstairs so that I can give her another bottle. I don't want to chance her not taking one at daycare. She's done remarkably well, sleeping over five hours. The stronger antibiotics must be working. My thoughts drift to last night while I'm feeding Tessa, who takes the bottle much easier this time.

Tobias and I celebrated our anniversary until well after midnight, and my mind keeps wandering to all the delicious memories we made. We made love two more times even though we both knew that we had to get up early this morning. He wanted to be responsible and call it a night after the first time but my irrational mood swing prompted him to give me my way and then we couldn't stop. I smile as I remember the feel of his mouth on my body and what he was doing with his hands. A shiver goes down my spine and I try to move my mind onto something else.

Even though yesterday went well, with the exception of my irrational jealousy, I'm still nervous about what today holds. During the first half of our day, Tobias and I are going to demonstrate the correct way to use a handgun then let them practice until lunch breaks for an hour at 12:30. After lunch we head back to the training room where we will begin hand-to-hand training. Once Tobias has shown the transfers a variety of kicks and punches, they'll be turned loose on the punching bags. This is what our entire week looks like with the exception of the first practice fights Thursday afternoon and a trip to the fence on Sunday. I imagine by then Tobias and I will need a break.

"There you are," he says from the stairs. "I thought you'd be in her room nursing. A bottle? Is everything okay?"

"I want to make sure she'll take a bottle at daycare," I say. "I'll probably pump before I come back to bed. I'm feeling full."

"I could help you with that," he says, his eyes sparkling.

"You did earlier, dirty boy," I say and he gives me a devilish grin. "Go back to bed, baby. One of us should be conscious for training today."

"Alright. I won't argue," he says. Before he turns to go upstairs he comes over to me and kisses my head then Tessa's. "I love you, Pebbles. I love you, Tris."

"We love you, too, Tobias," I say as I watch him go back to bed. "You're lucky to have him as your daddy, Tessa. He's a very good man who loves you, Tyler, Teagan, and Mommy more than anything. You might already know this, little one, but he will do anything for you." Her tired eyes smile at me while I talk to her about her daddy. When she finishes, I put her in the bassinet then pump to relieve the pressure in my chest and put the bags of milk in the freezer after putting today's date on them. I pick up Tessa, look at the clock, and realize that if I can manage to fall asleep, I can get almost an hours rest before the alarm goes off.

One hour later the alarm is getting ready to go off but I switch it off hoping to give Tobias a couple more minutes of sleep. I take a quick shower, style my hair, which still has remnants of the pink chalk in it, and get dressed in a black tank top, black maternity yoga pants, and black running shoes. I crawl up on the bed and kiss Tobias' neck and he moans.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I whisper in his ear. "Time for a shower." Hands grip the back of my head and pull me toward him for a scorching kiss. When I break free, I'm breathless. He opens his eyes and smiles at me until he sees I'm dressed then he frowns.

"You're dressed," he says. "I thought you said it was time for a shower?"

"Not with me, silly," I say pressing my lips to his once again. If I'm not careful I'll strip out of these clothes and join him. "I'll get Tyler up so he can take a bath. Tessa's still sleeping. I let you sleep as long as I could. It's 6:30. You've got to get up." He groans then rolls out of bed, and my eyes follow his naked body everywhere. He casually walks to the dresser to retrieve boxer briefs and socks then unhurriedly heads to the closet for a black t-shirt and black boxing pants. I get up off the bed and follow him into the bathroom. "I know what you're doing." He gives me a sweet, innocent look like he doesn't know what I'm talking about. "If I was a weaker woman, you'd be on the floor right now."