Divergent High: Our Happily Ever After

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It's the very tail end of August now; it's still hot and I'm still pregnant. My due date was four days ago, and Riley still does not want to come out. Between the heat and frequent enough Braxton Hicks contractions, the last three days have been practically excruciating. I just want to have my little boy in my arms already.

The sun is beginning to rise, and I haven't been able to sleep for the last three hours so I know that I'm gonna be really cranky today. Maybe I'll be able the squeeze in a nap this afternoon.

Tobias stirs next to me as I sit up. He yawns before his eyes open, moving his head to my lap and throwing an arm over the top of my legs. As I begin to run my fingers through his hair, he closes his eyes again. It makes me smile when his breaths even out and he falls back asleep. If at least one of us can get eight hours of sleep before this baby come, then I'm happy.

Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I snap a quick photo of Tobias and my bump. Then I brush my fingers through his hair again and place my phone back on the nightstand.

I was somehow able to sleep for two hours after that, I honestly don't know how. My eyes flutter open, and I notice that my head is resting on Tobias's chest and his arm is looped over my shoulders. Leaning into him more, Tobias looks down at me and smiles.

"Good morning, my love," he says and kisses the top of my head.

"Morning," I reply, grinning back at him.

"Is it going to be today?" he asks and I lightly shrug.

"God, I hope so," I let out a little laugh. It stops slightly short when I feel a pain in my abdomen. Tobias runs his hand up and down my back as I lean forward and begin taking deep breaths. The pain passes quickly, and my guess is that this is the very beginning of labor.

I lean back against the headboard, pushing my hair away from my forehead. Looking over at Tobias, I see that he is just beaming.

"What are you smiling at?" I tease.

"Am I not allowed to be excited that my wife is going to go through an intense amount of pain in the next 24 hours for our son to be born?" His question makes me giggle even though I don't want to. I wrap my arms around his torso as he does the same and pulls me closer to him.

We decide to get up and get something to eat for breakfast, our hands linked as we walk out to the kitchen. I'm eager to be up and moving around, especially since it might help me progress faster.

Tobias cooks the sausage and eggs as I make pancakes, I like to make little ones to put a tiny bit of jam on and pop in my mouth. I make a little one for Tobias, turning around to where he's standing and enveloping my arms around him from behind. Holding the pancake up to his lips, he takes a bite while moving the eggs around in the pan on the stove.

When the eggs are done, Tobias puts half on a plate for me and half on a plate for himself. We eat at the island, because of ease and we're too lazy to move all the way to the table. I insist on standing, so I'm still manning the griddle and making tiny pancakes.

After breakfast, Tobias tells me to sit down and take it easy for awhile, but I still would rather be up than sitting down. Tobias realizes that he's not winning this disagreement, and says that he's going to take a quick shower. He kisses my head before heading back to the bathroom, and I get to work on cleaning up the kitchen. I first put all of the ingredients from breakfast away, and then put all of the dirty dishes in the sink before wiping off the countertops.

Tobias still isn't out of the shower after about fifteen minutes and I want the apartment to be as clean as it can be now so it won't have to be picked up later. I decide to just get the dishes done. In the middle of washing a plate, a contraction hits and I almost drop the plate. Setting it on the counter instead, I grip the edge of the counter until it passes. Tobias walks out in a new shirt and shorts and practically runs to me when he sees me bent over the sink.