A Different Divergent: A Better Tomorrow

~fifty-six~

Chapter 56

I can tell I am teetering on the edge of wake and sleep but what I can't figure out is if I've been asleep or awake. A shiver runs through my body, pulling me further away from a peaceful slumber so I roll to my right so I can snuggle up against Tobias' warm body but I'm met by cold, empty sheets instead and groan. I lift my heavy head and try to focus on the green glowing numbers emanating from the bedside table. It takes me a couple times of opening and closing my eyes but they finally focus on the digits ... 2:12.

"Ugh," I murmur. I slide out of bed and slip into my short, silky robe, which barely wraps around me anymore. I close it tightly, trying to ward off the chill in the air then go into the bathroom to relieve my screaming bladder. I swear Peanut must be using it as a pillow. After I wash my hands, I stumble into Tessa's room and find her peacefully sleeping in the middle of her crib then go looking for Tobias.

"What are you doing up?" he quietly asks when I reach the living room. He's sitting on the couch surrounded by several open files. He looks stressed.

"I could ask you the same thing," I say. "I got cold. I thought I would snuggle with you but you weren't there." I hear the pouting in my voice. "Come to bed."

"I tried to sleep but I couldn't get my mind off of ... everything," he sighs. I move to the couch and start closing the folders. I neatly stack them on the end table then sit down next to him. He automatically puts his arm around me and draws me close.

"Talk to me," I say.

"This is worse than what happened with the lists or Maria and her cohorts," he says. "Harrison died. That could have been any one of us. That could have been you. We all need to do a better job of communicating with one another." I turn in his arms and caress his face.

"Let's worry about this in the morning," I say.

"It is morning," he says. I roll my eyes at him.

"I know something that will take your mind off our troubles and probably even help you sleep," I say.

"What might that be, love?" he asks, knowing exactly where my mind is going.

"Leave all this behind, come to bed, and I'll show you," I say.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" he asks as he gets up off the couch, concern thick in his voice as he helps me to my feet.

"I've never been more certain," I say, going up on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his. "Take me to bed, Mr. Eaton."

"Your wish is my command, Mrs. Eaton," he says, sweeping me up in his arms, causing me to giggle.

"Am I heavy?" I ask, resting my head on his shoulder as he carries me up the stairs.

"Not at all," he chuckles. "Why do you ask?"

"I've gained quite a bit of weight," I say. "I don't want you hurting yourself."

"Love, you've gained a little weight but only because you're pregnant," he says. "I'm not going to get hurt carrying you up the stairs." He searches out my lips and kisses me until we enter our room. He kicks our door shut with his heel then sits me on my feet in front of our bed. I watch in the pale moonlight as he first locks our bedroom door then slowly walks to his side of the bed and turns on the lamp. He comes back to me and stares into my eyes as he unhurriedly unties my sash then glides his hands up my body and pushes my robe off my shoulders. He watches as it pools at my feet. "God, you are so beautiful." A shiver moves through my body as he looks me up and down but this time it isn't from the unseasonably cool air. We wrap our arms around each other, and he moves his lips to my neck, so I toss my head back, exposing more skin to his talented mouth.