A Different Divergent: Everyday Love

27

Chapter 27

I roll over, reach my arm out and, unfortunately, hit cold, empty sheets instead of my warm husband. I raise my head and see that it's just before 3 a.m., and I can't help but wonder where Tobias is. I was wanting to snuggle. Before I search for my missing husband I need to take care of some urgent business. I slowly roll out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom. I bump into the doorway and momentarily wonder if there will be another bruise later. I rub the spot on my hip in an effort to ease the sting but it doesn't really help. When the throbbing subsides, I lower my sleep shorts and yawn as I sit down on the toilet and plunge straight into freezing water. I bounce right back up and, frustrated, I scream … at the top of my lungs. I don't know where Tobias was but mere seconds later he comes running through the door. He hits the switch on the wall, and I blink back against the assault of soft white light now flooding the room. Once I can see, I fix an exasperated glare on him and notice that he's white as a sheet.

"What's wrong, love?" he anxiously asks, panting forcefully. He's franticly looking around, his eyes wide with fear and confusion.

"I just sat in the freaking toilet, Tobias!" I say as I point at the porcelain offender, the seat up, laughing at me. "If I wasn't awake before I sure as hell am now." He closes his beautiful eyes, sucks in a deep breath, then looks back at me, this time irritated.

"You scared the hell out of me. I thought something was really wrong." I cross my arms over my chest, narrow my eyes, and impatiently tap my foot.

"You think your wife falling into freezing water in the middle of the night is no big deal?" Each word gets louder until I'm nearly shrieking at him. I don't know if I'm about to bawl or blow my top. Remorse immediately changes his features, and he holds both hands out in front of him like he's approaching a wounded, wild animal. He pulls me into his arms and wraps me in his loving embrace. I lock my fingers at the small of his back and hug him fiercely. "I'm sorry I scared you," I mutter with a groan. I know I probably overreacted but there's something about sitting in the toilet that secretly makes me want to dump toilet water on his head in the middle of the night while he's sleeping. I release him and pull my shorts back up. Apparently, the cold water scared my bladder and I no longer have to pee. "But seriously, baby, how freaking hard is it to put the damn toilet seat down? I don't think I'm asking too much here. If I am, tell me, okay?" He hangs his head.

"No. You're absolutely right. I know how much it upsets you, and I shouldn't be the one causing you extra stress, especially now," he says. "I always try my best to take care of you but constantly disregarding your wishes when it comes to this one issue isn't helpful. I'm truly sorry, Tris. I honestly don't know why I keep doing it."

"I'm sorry if I'm a bitch. I don't mean to harp but it's frustrating."

"Hey, you are not a bitch," he forcefully says. "I don't want to hear you speak that way about yourself."

"Button and Bean are making me twice as moody as I usually am," I mutter, pouting. I squeeze my eyes shut in an effort to keep the unwelcome, irrational tears that are forming at bay. I'm a frickin' mess.

"I can't say I've missed your mood swings," he says.

"I know. I haven't missed them either," I say. "The worst part is, I know I'm being completely irrational but I literally can't help myself. It's like I've totally lost control of my mouth, and we have seven to eight more months of this to look forward to … at least." He reaches out and cups my face between his strong hands.

"The second trimester will be here before we know it, and your hormones will level out." He leans down and gives me a tender kiss. I groan when he pulls away.