A Different Divergent: Everyday Love

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Chapter 3

I drag my heavy eyelids open and yawn widely as I roll toward Tobias. A warm, affectionate smile turns up my lips as I take in the sight of my sleeping husband who has his muscled arms wrapped tightly around his pillow, his mouth hanging slightly open. What I wouldn't give to have them wrapped around me like that right now. I raise up and look at the clock over his shoulder and am surprised by the time. There's nearly an hour left before the alarm is set to go off. I should try to get some more sleep since we got home rather late last night, or should I say early this morning, but I'm unusually refreshed.

Instead, I stare at Tobias as I reminisce about every single second of last night. We had an eventful evening with the one of a kind specialty hybrid roses, delectable desserts, and then Four making a memorable appearance in the dorm room. I feel like I was with two different men last night with Four being rough, demanding, and dominant and Tobias being gentle, loving, and giving. After we made love one last time, we lay naked in each other's arms on the narrow bunk, talking for over an hour about everything under the sun and nothing at all before we finally dragged ourselves out of bed, got dressed, and headed home. One of the things we realized as we were lying there was it had been ages since we had taken our lovemaking out of the bedroom, and we vowed right then and there to make sure we do a better job of making us and our lists a priority. A happy Mommy and Daddy make for happy kids and a happy home.

Tobias moans and furrows his brows then smiles, and I can't help but wonder if he's dreaming of me like I dreamt of him in the night. I reach out and stroke his stubbled chin then move his hair off his forehead. He grins momentarily before his face smooths out once again then he rolls over onto his back. I slide up next to him and rest my head on his chest and gently throw my leg over his. I place my hand on his hard abs and snuggle closer to his hard body. After a couple minutes, his arm wraps around me, and I feel his lips in my hair.

"Good morning, love," he groggily says, not quite awake. I tip my head back and give him a warm smile.

"Good morning," I say. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"As a matter of fact, you did but that's okay," he says, a slow sexy smile on his face.

"I'm sorry," I say. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby," he says, "once my wife let me get to sleep, that is." He lowers his smiling lips to mine and gives me a sweet kiss.

"I had a wonderful time last night," I say. "Thank you for making our anniversary so memorable."

"I'm glad you had a good time," he says. "I'm sorry work has had me so busy lately. I know I haven't been around as much as I should be, and we haven't had enough time for just the two of us."

"We talked about that last night. You don't have to apologize for doing your job, Tobias. We both know how important you are to Dauntless," I say. "Plus, I know that you'd rather be with me and the kids, and once things slow down and your schedule opens up, you will be."

"How did I get lucky enough to have such an understanding wife?" he asks.

"You married well," I say with a chuckle.

"Yes. Yes, I did," he says as he rolls over on top of me and settles between my parted thighs. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I sigh as he lowers his mouth to my neck and grinds his thick shaft against me. His kisses send shivers up my spine, and I grasp his back and pull him closer to me. "We really don't have time for this. The kids will be up any minute." He raises up on his forearm and stares down at me.

"It's our anniversary, love," he says. "I think we can make time. Let me make love to you, Mrs. Eaton." One moment I'm contemplating his simple request, and the next, our pajamas are strewn across the mattress and floor and he's thrusting inside me at a measured, insistent pace, moving us toward a shared, passionate peak. As his body repeatedly plunges deeply into mine, our haggard breath mingles between us then his mouth captures mine with a hungry urgency. Losing his perfect control, his movements become more hectic with each irregular drive, and as he stiffens and then explodes inside my body, I find my own satisfying release, spasming and shuddering around his impressive thickness. When he's spent, he collapses on top of me, and I welcome his weight by wrapping my arms around him tightly and kissing his shoulder. "Thank you, Beatrice."