A Different Divergent: A Better Tomorrow

~ninety-four~

Chapter 94

"You called Marcus?" I ask as confusion washes over me. I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised, he just talked about reaching out to his father last night but I am. He usually discusses these things with me before he acts. "When?"

"Can we talk about this upstairs?" he quietly asks, not liking the fact that we have an audience I'm sure.

"Of course," I say. I get up and carefully lay Peanut in one of the pink bouncy seats we brought with us that's sitting in front of the unlit fireplace so she can continue with her nap undisturbed while Tobias very carefully moves Tyler off his lap and lays him down on the couch next to Caleb without waking him. "Can you watch them for us, Mom?" She nods as Tobias takes me by the hand and leads me up the stairs, straight into my childhood bedroom.

"If we're going to have a fight, I thought it would be best if it was done in private," he says, running his hand through his hair. "I don't want to argue in front of your family." I sigh and smile sweetly up at him.

"Our family, Tobias, and we don't have anything to argue about," I say. "I just wish you would have told me you called your father instead of having me find out the way I did. It's difficult enough for me when he just shows up out of the blue uninvited, I really don't want you subjecting me to him unannounced, too." He groans then flops down on the bed.

"I'm so sorry, love," he says, hanging his head. I step between his parted thighs, and he wraps his arms around my waist and buries his head in my breasts. I wrap my arms around his neck and thread my fingers into his curls, holding him close and kiss the top of his head. "I called him this morning on my way to the infirmary to see Will, Tori, and Zander. I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. I know how he makes you feel. I should have told you as soon as I got home but with everything that's happened today ... I simply forgot." He looks pained as he confesses his absentmindedness. "I asked if him if we could meet to talk about the serums. I momentarily thought about just having a short phone conversation but we both know he's a world class liar, and I thought it best to see his face while we're talking."

"You're right. In person is better," I say. "I'll come with you."

"No," he says. "You don't have to do that."

"I don't exactly want to subject myself to your father but I'd like to hear what he has to say about the serums myself," I say. He leans back and looks up at me with his soulful blue eyes. I can't help myself, and I lower my lips to his. Pent up frustration and passion explode as our mouths move together fluidly. I pull away before we can get carried away and rest my forehead against his as we let our breathing slow, our panted breaths mingling between us.

"I can't wait for this damn day to be over," he says, tightening one arm around my waist and sliding the other to rest on my backside.

"Me neither," I say. "Shall we get this over with?" I take a step back when he loosens his embrace, allowing him to get up then he follows me downstairs and into the living room. Mom and Caleb look at us expectantly but neither of us comment on our conversation. "Are you alright with the kids, Mom? We need to speak to Marcus about the serums." She looks around the room at the three sleeping children and grins.

"It might be difficult but I think I can manage," she says.

"Thank you so much," I say as I wrap my arms around her and give her a big bear hug. "I can always count on you."

"You're quite welcome, my sweet girl," she says. "You better not keep our guestwaiting any longer." The depth of the disgust she feels for her former friend is conveyed in what is meant to be a complimentary word. She hates him but not nearly as much as I do.