Pregnant in Dauntless- If the war didn't happen

Chapter Thirty-Three

•TOBIAS•

The door slams open and Evelyn stands up, taking a defensive stance. Tris rushes in and throws herself at me, hugging me and checking me all over.

"Oh my god, I was so worried about you." She says quickly as she kisses me.
Evelyn clears her throat and Tris extends her hand. "So sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm tris."

My mother shakes her hand reluctantly, pursing her lips. "Evelyn."
"As in...?"
"My mother. The woman herself." I say and she glares at me.
"Well it's nice to meet you Evelyn." Tris smiles politely before turning to the door.

There stands Tori and...
"Nina?" I ask and she heads towards me, sitting next to me.
"Hey Four."
"You came aswell?"
"Yeah dumbass, I'm here. This deserves a raise." I chuckle before coughing heavily, putting an enormous strain on my multiple broken ribs.

"Okay everybody out. I need to talk to Tris."
Evelyn scoffs but stands up and leaves the room.

My beautiful fiancée takes my hand and begins gently massaging it. "So... your mother is alive. And the leader of the factionless."
"Yeah." I nod.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know Tris."
"Do you not trust me?"

"Of course I do. But I had gotten her out of my life and telling people would only involve her again. Sadly, we reunited way to soon than I hoped."
She chuckles and loops her arms around my neck.

"I love you Babe."
"I love you too."

•ANDREW PRIOR•

I fill in some paperwork before neatly piling it up on my desk. The room is white and grey, with minimalist furniture and one photograph of my deceased wife.

A young boy with short brown hair and wide blue eyes rushes into my office.
"Don't run Ben. You know the rules." He apologises before catching his breathe.
"Marcus Eaton has been arrested. It was discovered that he beat his child and tried to murder his wife. He has also kidnapped and killed people before."

I set down my pen before brushing down my shirt. I stand and thank him.
"This is purely information and facts, correct Benjamin?"
"Gossiping is a sin Leader Prior. I would never"

He leaves quietly as I pick up my telephone, dialling the number.
"This is Andrew Prior."
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"Alright."
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"Okay."
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"I'll head over there now."
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"Thank you advisor Black."

I hand up the phone and grab my jacket from it's hook on the door, throwing it on.
I walk to the factionless sector, obeying the rules of no cars as they produce fumes and ruin our beautiful city, a selfish act.

When I arrive the factionless eye me suspiciously as they sit in a circle sharing food. A man with an eyepatch meets me at the door to an enormous converted warehouse that now belongs to Evelyn Johnson.

"I'm here to talk to Evelyn." I tell him.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"What's your name boy?"
He visibly gulps, fingers tightening around his gun.
"Edward. Sir." He adds and I nod.

"We are fellow faction leaders, not savvy businessmen. She already expects me and I was meant to meet her an hour ago."

"I'm sorry but she's with her son right now."
"She's with Tobias?"
I push past him and into Evelyn's small office which adjoins to her cramped bedroom.

She sat behind the table on a spinning chair, tapping a biro against her smiling lips.
"Andrew Prior." She greets me and I lean across the mountains of paper, notebooks and pens to shake her hand.

"I heard what happened to your son and I am deeply sorry. What Marcus did was a selfish thing."

"I think her leaving me for dead 12 years ago counts as selfish doesn't it?" A tall man stands in the doorway on crutches, his blonde hair dishevelled with a bruised face and faints stubble covering his strong jawline.

"I believe that Evelyn has made up for her actions and deeply regrets them." I assure him and she agrees with me.

A young woman of around 18 steps out from behind Tobias Eaton and looks around the room. She has thick golden hair tied back in a ponytail with big, stormy grey eyes. The shadows underneath are dark and creases line her forehead.

She stands confidently, despite looking down her rather large nose at the floor. When she sees us her lips purse and her stance changes almost as if defensive.

I step towards her so that we are looking each other in the eye.
"Andrew Prior." I say and she stares right back at me.
"Beatrice Prior."

And with that she pushes past us and out of the door, running into the enormous crowd of factionless and abnegation, immediately out of sight.