brave

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

I wake up the next day and stretch. When I stretch my legs, I wince. Tobias and I haven't done 'it' for a while now.

Tobias must hear me, because his eyes snap open, and he immediately comes over to comfort me.

"Tris? Are you okay? What's wrong? Are you hurt? Wha-" he rambles on with questions. "Shut up!" I say. "My legs are just sore," I finish.

"Okay. Time to wake up the kids!" He says, excitement in his voice. I get up and feel severe pain in my legs.

I grit my teeth, and go to the bathroom, where I take a pain pill. I then walk to walk to Hunter's room slowly, where he sits in his crib, stretching and yawning. when he sees me, his eyes brighten.

"Mama!" He squeals. It's been a few weeks since we last tried to teach him words, and I guess now he gets them.

"Yay!" I say, running to the crib, pain in my legs forgotten. I run, and pick him up, swinging him around in the air. I then place him on the soft, fuzzy rug, and tickle his stomach.

"Gheeheehee!" He squeals and laughs. Then I hear Tobias in the hallway, taking off his shirt.

"Shit," he mutters, tossing the shirt into our room, then walking back the same way he came. "Tobias quit cussing while the children are learning new words." I scold him.

"Sorry, but Olivia peed on my shirt." He says, and I laugh. Hunter soon starts to giggle, and then he full out laughs. I pick him up, and carry him on my hip as I walk to the kitchen.

I make a bottle of formula for him, and then set him down on the couch. I sit in front of him, and hand him the bottle.

He takes one sip, and throws it at my face. "Owww!" I say. I pick it up, and put it into his mouth, and air on he couch, holding him, forcing him to drink.

I am not going to get a black eye because he doesn't want formula.

This time he drinks. He soon holds the bottle for himself and drinks the whole bottle. "More!" He whispers, poking me.

"More." I get up, and take the bottle to the kitchen, wash it, and make more milk. I then go out and see Hunter laying there, chewing our sofa. "No," I say. "Food." He screeches. I hand him the bottle, and he gulps it down.

"More!!!" He cries, and throws the bottle at me, but instead it flies through the open door to the terrace. It rolls off of the terrace, and tumbles to the ground, where it breaks.

"Hunter! Time out!" He crawls to the corner of the couch, and sits there, crying.

I walk into the kitchen, and make him a bowl of dry Dauntless O's cereal. I take it to him, and give him a bite of it.

He munches on it, and takes the whole bowl from me. He eats it all in five to six minutes. "More," he whimpers.

This is starting to get weird. Hunter hardly ever eats anything. He only weighs about twenty pounds.

Just about that time, Tobias comes out with the playpen. "All done," he says, setting the playpen by the TV. "Tobias, we need to take Hunter to the infirmary," I say.

I tell him what Hunter ate, and he was that we should go.

We get dressed, grab the baby strap so I can carry Hunter close to my stomach, leaving the kids in their pajamas, and head to Christina's.

When we reach her door, we knock. "Come in," she says. We walk in, and ask her if she can watch the kids.

"Of Course! They're little angels!" She says, beaming. Thanks so much!" We say, and hand her two dauntless credits-one for each kid.

After we leave, we immediately head to the infirmary.