Divergent Candor or Dauntless?

Wedding Disaster

Four POV

When I woke up, Tris was gone. In her spot was a piece of paper with names all over it, baby names I'm guessing. Tris was in the kitchen, dressed in a hoodie and skinny jeans. She was waiting to go to her last meeting with the girls before the rehearsal dinner. The rehearsal dinner is next month. She smacked down the last plate and kissed me on her way out.

While I was eating the chocolate chip pancakes, Will knocked at the door. Of course he showed up first, but when I finish my pancakes Zeke and Uriah are here. We've got their tuxes, simple black and white ( Tris's idea) but with a tie that matches their birth faction color. Last to show up is that guy Robert who is always happy. Ugh Amity.

He is also a little awkward but it's pretty subtle, until you see the way he acts around Tris. They hug and Tris is super polite, nice, sweet, and has no attitude around him. He is flirting, like WTF dude back off. We are getting married, obviously!

But other than that Robert is a pretty nice guy, if he could get off Tris. His sister stayed in abnegation I guess, she doesn't really act like abnegation. She talks more than Tris did in abnegation or so I hear. I hated abnegation, I don't see why I have to wear a gray bowtie. Abnegation was hell for me, being beat to death almost. Everyone at the wedding has no idea that in from abnegation but they have to say Tobias Eaton in my vows.

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I search the room for Tris, and see Caleb linking arms with her. She walks over to our table of her family, me, and Evelyn of course. But Tris doesn't know about Evelyn yet. I don't know how to tell her blur my mom didn't want to be a bridesmaid.

The rehearsal dinner goes to plan until Caleb pulls out big slip of paper. He clinks his cup, clearing his throat. He says the most dreaded words, as Tris runs at him.

DNA tests for Baby of Tris Prior. The results were taken from close friends and wedding guests. The father of this baby is...

He sucks in a sharp breath and turns to his side where Uriah is halfway out the door. Caleb runs out the door, screaming after him.

Uriah Pedrad!

Tris sinks back down to her chair, hardly glancing up the whole dinner. I'm feel horrible, many vicious glares are sent her way. I want to scare these people but Tris needs them here for her day, our day.

She looks up from her lap when we're in the car, face stained with tears. Her hand slides to mine on the steering wheel, but makes its way back to her stomach. Tris clutches her baby bump, staring down at it sadly. Her arms cross around her chest and she leans against the car window. Small mumbles make their way from her sleeping body.

( Now 7 months pregnant )