Hey guys, this is my first Divergent fanfiction. I've been writing this for a couple of weeks and only now decided to post it. I guess I love the writing part, but the actual typing it out part is time consuming and tiring. I also just saw the movie and absolutely loved it! Though, there were a few parts left out that should have been in the movie. Anyway, enjoy and please check out my other stories. REVIEW! Thank youuuuuu!

Diclaimer: If I owned Divergent, then I wouldn't be writing this disclaimer. Figure it out.

Chapter 1

Tobias's POV

I sit on the edge of my bed staring intently at the door, my heart racing. Marcus will be home soon and I know he is still on edge about the deal he wasn't able to close last night. I remember his eyes flashing with rage when he came home, furious with the fact that, even the most loyal business partners, turned him down. I remember his grey leather belt already sliding from its place between the loops as he walked in the front door. I shudder, feeling the burn as I shift my body to a more comfortable position – or as comfortable as my tense and sore body would allow me too. My eyes shift to the black rimmed, plain clock that rests on my wooden nightstand. 6:02. He's late. He must have missed the bus at 5:30. Normally, I can count on Marcus to be home right at 5:50, what with his uncanny knack for being punctual, even if it was for my daily beating. But he's missed the bus, and another won't be coming until 6:20.

I sigh in relief as I close my eyes, allowing myself the little space of freedom I have when Marcus makes small mistakes. When he forgets his key to the home, I have time to recompose myself. When he has a meeting that happens to run late, I don't have to sprint back home from school in order to have his dinner prepared on time. When he misses the bus – these types of instances, these errors in Marcus's perfection – allow me a miniscule window of freedom. And I cherish every minute of it. I feel my body relax and welcome the ease as I slowly drift off. Sleep is rare, just like anything in this household, and, within a few seconds, I am gone.

"Tobias," I jolt awake to the inhumane hiss that penetrates my dreams. "Tobias Eaton."

I open my eyes and see Marcus's silhouette in the door. The little light from the hallway shadow his eyes and make them look like dark, empty voids.

"Where's my dinner?" His voice is calm and that sends chills down my spine. My body shakes as I rise from my bed and face my "father." I am nearly a foot taller than him and much broader. I could crush him. I shouldn't be scared. But when he steps towards me, I am a child no more than six at the mercy of a leather belt.

"I fell asleep, sir. I am sorry - ," My tight words barely leave my mouth as Marcus slaps his hand on the door. I cringe. The echo tears at my eardrums.

"Don't apologize for mistakes you have no right to make," he seethes, his face growing a deep shade of read. The calm rhythm in his voice does everything but soothe me. It petrifies me. Within seconds, I am doubled over on my dresser for support, my hands clawing into my hair as Marcus repeatedly beats down on my marred back with his retched belt.

"This is for your own good, my boy. One day you will learn to do as you're told."

My vision is blurring as the pain becomes intense. My eyes can no longer hold the tears and they pour down my face. I scream through clenched teeth. I can't breathe. I can't move.

My eyes snap open as I thrash in the blankets that tie me to my bed, my black shirt soaked in sweat and clinging to my back. The words "Fear God Alone" catch my eyes and I breath a sigh of relief. I am in the Dauntless Compound. Marcus is in Abnegation. I am free of him. Safe. I turn in my bed and hear a faint sigh from underneath the covers. Tris. Her face looks younger, more innocent, in her sleep. I smile as I move the stray strand of hair from her eyes. Her mouth is slightly open and her breaths come out in comforting sighs.

Marcus may be a permanent part of my past, but I can now see that my future is worth that pain – something I couldn't see before. I can see it in the freedom that flows through the Dauntless Compound and in the way fear makes me powerful. I can see it in Tris, and the small ring on the fourth finger on her left hand, in the small bird tattoos that represent her family – our family. Mine. She's mine.

"What?" A small voice says innocently, breaking me out of my trance.

"Huh?" I mumble, my voice scratchy from sleep.

"You were staring at me," she says matter of factly, "Mr. Creepy." She makes a face and I grin.

"Well," I say rolling onto my side and tracing her cheek with my thumb, "If I'm Mr. Creepy, wouldn't that make you Mrs. Creepy? And besides, you're the fool that decided to marry me."

Tris rolls her eyes and snorts. "Decided too? Or was forced to? I admit to saying yes, but it was Christina who squeezed me into that wedding dress and practically said my vows for me," she chuckles at the memory and I remember how ecstatic Christina was when she found out we were engaged.

'Now we actually know Four has a heart in that chest of his. And Tris! Who would've thought the Stiff would marry first?'

Gotta love that Candor honesty, right? I smile and bring my lips down to meet Tris's. Her lips are smooth and pink and feel soft against mine. She hums against my lips as I reach my arm around her small waist to pull her closer. I turn my face as I deepen the kiss, my thumb grazing over her cheekbone and slowly cupping her jaw. I run my other hand up and down the small of her back as our sweet good morning kiss turns into something more. She sighs and gasps for a small breath of air before meeting my lips again – this time with a sense of urgency, passion.

"Tris - ," I whisper, but am cut off with a delicate cry from the room next to ours. Theo. (A/N OKAY. QUESTION. Is using Theo as the kid's name weird? Because I happen to like the name. And it's also kind of cute, if you're picking up what I'm putting down. I mean, Tris Eaton, Tobias Eaton, THEO Eaton. But, if its getting you guys all confused or it just seems weird, then let me know and I'll change it. Maybe. Haha thanks.) I chuckle and Tris groans loudly, rolling onto her back. Leave it to Theo, a baby, to keep us from, well..

"I'll get him," Tris says, smiling as she rolls off the bed and hits the floor with a thud. I laugh as she curses and she glares at me. Theo is Tris's baby, 100% of the way. I mean, he's just as much as my son too, but, with being Dauntless Leader, and with the factions on a teetering cliff of war, I never seem to be home fore more than a couple days at a time. And, with Theo only being 7 months old, the only way I can really bond with him and create the connection that I am his father is to just be with him. Which I haven't been. I grab Tris's hand and pull her back to me.

"I'll get him," I say, pecking her forehead and getting out of the bed.

"Tobias! Pants!" I hear Tris shriek as I walk into the neighboring room. I laugh.
"He's seven months Tris, not seven. He won't know the difference between shorts and boxers."

"It's weird," I hear Tris mumble under her breath as I reach into Theo's crib, shaking my head and grinning.

"You're mother seems to think I'm weird because I don't have any pants on," I say softly to him. "But, as I recall, it was her who couldn't wait to get them off last night."

"Tobias!"

Theo's eyes sparkle as he lets out a small gurgle. I cradle him tightly in my arms as I walk back to our bedroom. His small hand grabs my finger and I stop in the hallway and stare at him, smiling. His little mouth puckers as he tries to suck on it and my smile widens into a full blown grin. This. This is my future, I think as I hear a quiet snap.

Tris's POV

I lay in the bed as I wait for Tobias to get Theo, grinning as I trace my lips where his lips met mine. His deep voice floats through the walls to our room and I hear him talking to Theo about pants, laughing as he does so. I yell at him but the subtle laughing from before only intensifies.

"Hurry up!" I say and I pull myself to a sitting position on the bed. I hear shuffling in the hallways and Tobias's footsteps stop. Through the door, I see him standing there with Theo cradled in his arms sucking on his finger and grab the old camera on the cabinet near the door. I quickly snap a picture before joining them in the hallway.

"Hi there baby boy," I coo as I take Theo from Tobias and hold him against my chest.
"Well then," Tobias huffs, "I guess I'm just the mail man in this family. Here's your baby, mam, I'll go make breakfast." He starts to walk off, but quickly turns around with a grin and takes two long strides back over to us. "We have a long day ahead of us," he says quietly, kissing my temple and caressing Theo's head, before walking to the kitchen. Theo starts to cry as soon as Tobias is out of sight and I sigh as I rock him up and down trying to calm him. Tobias is right. Today is going to be a long day.

I sit at the kitchen table picking at a muffing while Tobias scarfs down his eggs like a madman with one hand, and holding Theo in the other. Tobias had finally managed to calm him down, merely by holding him and humming a lullaby, whereas my rocking had done absolutely nothing. Theo now lay content in his father's arms and I smile at the scene.

"So," Tobias says, putting down his fork and downing a glass of water, "New initiates today." He shifts Theo in his arms and looks at me intently.

I lean forward in my chair and rest my elbows on the table. It's been two years since my initiation. Last year I would have been a trainer to the newbies, but tensions between the five factions were so high, the choosing ceremony had to be pushed off to this year. It was bad. And that also means twice the amount of initiates this year. Joy.

"I know," I sigh. "I just hope they aren't, you know, not scared of me. Like I'm short, and a girl, and a Stiff - ,"
"And a Dauntless, kickass mother who finished first in her initiate class, despite being short, and small, and a girl, and a stiff," Tobias finishes for me, leaning back in his chair, Theo resting against his bare chest. "You'll be great, Six," he says winking.

I laugh and look at my two boys, the one whose eyes have shifted to my plate of untouched food and the one who was currently asleep on said man's chest.

"Are you - ,"

"Have at it," I chuckle, pushing my plate towards Tobias. "I'm going to go get ready." As I mke my way to the bedroom, I turn around one last time.

"Are you sure Zeke and Shauna are fine taking Theo for the day? I don't want - ,"

"I'm sure, Tris. He'll be fine. Shauna's there."

"Oh," I snort, "I know Theo will be fine. It's just Zeke. With a baby? The man would fart in a bottle and leaves it on Uriah's doorstep."

"He did. Yesterday, actually," Tobias says, raising an eyebrow. He grins as he stands up carefully as to not jostle Theo. "I said he'd be a good sitter, not that he was someone to be proud of."

So, originally I intended for this chapter to be longer – like fifteen or so pages on the rough draft, but I am just going to test it out. Thanks for reading and please, please review!