A Different Divergent: Everyday Love

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Chapter 28

I slide the cinnamon rolls into the preheated oven and set the timer for 30 minutes just as Tobias rushes down the stairs, phone in hand. He sent Will on ahead with instructions to help James and Shauna while he got dressed but he's keeping in contact with all of them via text messages. I wish we could finish our lovemaking before he leaves but, unfortunately, duty calls.

"Are you sure I shouldn't call Bridget and have her come over early?" I ask. "The situation in the Pit sounds serious."

"From what James just told me, it is but I'm sure the six of us can handle it." When I question the number he adds, "I had him call in Simon and Tony. But I'll call if we need you, love." He pulls me into his arms and softly kisses me, being extra careful not to let it deepen.

"I'm sorry we got interrupted." He cups my face, and I lean into his gentle touch.

"I'll make it up to you later, Mrs. Eaton," he says. "I promise."

"I look forward to it, Mr. Eaton," I say. "I'll meet you in the Pit around 10:30 unless I hear from you before then."

"Okay. I've got to go," he says then gives me another quick kiss. "I'll see you later." When we reach the door, he sighs. "This morning hasn't gone the way I expected it to. First, we got interrupted and now I'm going to miss out on the cinnamon rolls."

"I'll save you a couple," I giggle.

"I would appreciate that," he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I love you, beautiful."

"I love you, too, handsome." A wide grin splits his face then he kisses my forehead and disappears out into the hallway and down the stairs. I close and lock the door once I can no longer see him then head back into the kitchen.

While I'm mixing the frosting, I can't help but think about the profound change I've seen in Hector in a relatively short amount of time. What is wrong with him? First, he disrespects me, then Tobias, and now he's in the middle of an altercation in the Pit after curfew. Is he trying to get kicked out? I know I didn't pay a lot of attention to him the past three years but he always seemed like such a respectful young man. Now ... he's a definite handful. The timer buzzes startling me out of my reverie.

I take the cinnamon rolls out of the oven, and the aroma slaps me in the face, causing my stomach to grumble loudly. It's absolutely mouth-watering. I immediately frost them then set them on the counter to cool. I set the table for four then head upstairs. I check on the kids but they're all still sound asleep so I decide to take the unusual extra time to get ready for the day. I take another quick shower washing my hair this time, too, then head into my closet. I dress in comfortable cotton lingerie then decide on typical summer Dauntless gear. I slip into a sleeveless dark gray fitted V-neck tee and drag my faded black skinny jeans up over my hips but no matter what I do, they won't button.

"My jeans don't fit? Seriously?" I mutter under my breath. Maybe it's just this pair. I try on seven others but none of them fit right anymore. I'm able to button and zip most of them but there's no way I could wear them for long. They're just not comfortable. "Shit!" I can't help but sigh as I pull on a plain pair of black boot cut yoga pants. Hhm. I guess it's time to buy some maternity jeans. After I put on a pair of black leather ankle boots, I dry and style my hair into loose waves. As I'm putting the hairdryer away, I hear chattering through the baby monitor and know that my day is about to get a lot more hectic.

"Good morning, my sweet girls," I say as I walk into the nursery.

"Hi, Mama!" they both call out at the same time.