Tris P.O.V.

"Mommy! Can we get some of that cereal?" Lucas asks. He points at box with a astronaut on it. It also has a picture of what looks like cheerios, something Lucas hates. I shake my head and point at the fruit loops and lucky charms he has already made me put in the buggy.

"Lucas, you don't like that kind. Plus, you already have two cereals picked out," I say. He sighs and crosses his arms while slouching down a little. It is his classic 'Give it to me now' face. I arch my eyebrows up a little and sits up a little straighter in the buggy's seat for children.

"Okay. Well, can we get some of those?" he asks, pointing at some gummies with Phineas and Ferb on them. I sigh and put them in the buggy. I turn around the corner of the snack isle but crash into someone.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't-" I start. I stop when I see who I crashed into. She has dark hair and caring eyes that seem to soften up even more when they survey my face. She lets go of the buggy and comes around to where I'm standing and gives me a hug.

"Beatrice, I've missed you," my mother says. She pulls back and leaves her hands on my shoulders. She tilts her head to the side like it would make her comprehend everything better. "Look at you. So different. You've cut your hair and I think you've even grown a few more inches. You are so beautiful," she says. I smile.

"Thank you," I say. She smiles warmly. Suddenly, a small foot with Velcro tennis shoes hits my side. I look at the source to see my two year old son looking bored. My mother turns to look at him and gasps.

"Oh, Beatrice, is this him?" she asks. I nod and she walks towards him.

"This is Lucas. Lucas, this is Mrs. Prior," I say. My mother turns to look at me, a painful look in her eyes. She turns back to Lucas and gives him a warm smile. It is one I remember from when I was younger. Whether I was sick or playing in the front yard, it was not unusual for her to have it on her face.

"Nonsense. Lucas, you can call me grandma or nana or granny or whatever you want to call me," she says. He smiles and puts his finger to his chin. It is something he picked up from Zeke when he pretends to think about something.

"I think I like. . . Granny," he says. She laughs and takes Lucas's small hand in hers. She looks at the two year old in content. Her eyes become glossy almost like she is about to cry. She turns back to me and smiles.

"Beatrice, I've read your story. It is amazing. I'm glad it was so successful," she says. I nod and mumble and a thank you. An awkward silence sets over us and she glances over at her buggy that is filled up halfway. She bites her bottom lip, something I remember her doing when she was unsure of what to say.

"Well, um, I guess we should get going," I say. She nods and gives Lucas and I a hug before returning to her buggy. She pushes it a little bit closer to me and stops next to me like she was remembering something.

"Beatrice, I would really like to get to know Lucas better. I would love it if you two would like to stop by the house sometime. I assume you know your father's schedule. It is still the same. He probably won't be very happy to see you so if you don't mind, stop by when he isn't home," my mother says. I nod again and begin walking towards the yogurt in hopes that I might finally find a way to get Lucas to eat some kind of dairy product.

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"Tris! You're next!" I hear a voice around the corner yell. I giggle into my hand as Zeke walks into his dark living room, unable to see me because of the couch cushion fortress I'm hiding behind. Zeke asked everyone to come hang out at his house. When Lucas and I walked in, we found the house to be set up like a war zone. The furniture was flipped over and scattered through out the house. Pillows and the cushions from his furniture were stacked up in the floor.

After coming inside, we walked into the kitchen where Christina, Zeke, Uriah, and Tobias were all lined up at the counter staring at six Nerf guns and a pile of foam bullets sat on the counter. Zeke explained that his was feeling bored and that he and Uriah set up the house as an "arena" for a game we used to play. We have played it several times since Lucas was born but never this extreme. The last time we played like this must have been when I was pregnant and Tobias slipped it out to our friends.

As he walks past the couch cushion wall, I aim my gun and shoot his back. He dramatically falls to the ground and holds his back. I cover my mouth and laugh into my hand. As I get up to run past Zeke, his hand grabs my ankle and I almost fall over. I quickly shoot his forehead and he lets go. I run into the kitchen where Tobias is walking around the counter in a quick pace.

"Last two aren't we?" I ask. He turns and raises his gun, aiming it at me. I aim my gun at his chest, the largest spot on his body that will be the easiest to shoot. He shakes his head and nods towards the hallway.

"Last three. Lucas is still in," he says. I arch my eyebrows and walk a few steps away so I can see if there is any movement in the hallway or the kitchen.

"Well, I guess we could team up and take him down together. . ." I say although I have another plan in mind. He opens his mouth to say something but I quickly cut him off my saying, "I'm kidding. I could shoot you right now and get Lucas too."

"Willing to shoot your own child?" he asks. I smirk and pull the trigger back a little so it won't fire but I will be quicker to shoot when I decide to make a move.

"Well, it is either I do it or his father does it," I say quiet enough so only the two of us can hear it. He puts an expression similar to mine on his face and lowers his gun.

"How about an agreement?" he asks. I arch my eyebrow up a little in a questioning way. I slowly lower my weapon, making sure to keep my finger on the trigger in case I need to shoot.

"What kind of agreement?" I ask. He steps forward to the counter and sets his gun down. I walk deeper into the dark kitchen and put my hand on the counter. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the counter.

"About when we tell Lucas the truth," he says. I stay quiet and study his features. His dark brown hair is cut short. His icy blue eyes are determined as they stare into mine. "Whoever wins, or survives the longest in the case that Lucas wins, gets to decide when we tell Lucas who I am," he suggests. I hesitate a minute before making my choice. This is life changing for everyone. I know he wants what is best for Lucas but shouldn't we both decide? Still, it might be better if we did it sooner like he wants than wait a few more weeks like I believe.

"Fine. We both get a minute to hide again and whoever wins, or Lucas shoots last, gets to decided. Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor," I say quickly before turning around and running into the utility room, crouching down behind the washing machine. After waiting a few minutes, I decided to move but a noise stops me.

I crouch back deeper into the hole between the washing machine and the wall until I can't get back any further. The sound of little feet walking through the house causes me to get my gun but ready but it is to late. A target hits my foot that I had not realized was sticking out. I peek out quickly and my two year old son says, "Gotcha mommy!" before running away.

Meaning, Tobias gets to pick when we tell him.

So, we're close to telling! How is gonna go? I honestly don't know how Lucas is going to react so... Please comment and vote! I love reading comments! They all bring smiles to my face!

Disclaimer: Veronica Roth is the owner of The Divergent series. I, on the other hand, am not.