This is my first fanfiction! This follows the life of Tris and Tobias, with their ups and downs of their new life.

Enjoy!

-Brent

"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."

-Albert Einstein

~ August 29 ~

Their screams of laughter echo through the halls. The sound of splashing water and bath toys being chucked around like rag dolls. It took years of convincing, but Tobias finally agreed. He was terrified of becoming a father; the word was foreign on his tongue. However, that changed quickly when he got to hold his son for the first time. Precious as he described it.

"Come on, its bed time. Not tag!" He chuckles, with the sound of little footsteps nearing my spot on the couch. I look up to see the two of them still wet from their earlier bath, standing in towels that look like animals with a hood. Behind them stands Tobias, his black shirt drenched from the collar down, and hands resting on either on of the kids shoulders.

"Lets go Gwen," I get up and extend my hand to our soaked little three-year old daughter, "You take Brent," I point to Tobias smiling. He hoists our son up over his shoulder, where the tiny five-year old giggles and thrashed around.

After many attempts to settle them down, and three story books later they both fell into a deep sleep. We stayed an extra few minutes to make sure it wasn't some short-time nap, but after the continued rise and fall of Gwendolyn and Brenton's chest, we went back to our own room.

"You know, the third one is just going to triple this nightly routine," Tobias whispers while idly rubbing my ankles. He's right. We're expecting our third in a little less than two months, leaving the gender a surprise.

"I hope it looks like you," He says and I realize what he means. Both Brent and Gwen have all of Tobias' features. The dark blue eyes and brown hair, their lips, ears, and nose are identical copies of his.

"We'll just have to wait and see," I smile; giving him a quick peck on the lips and eventually letting myself drift off.

x0x

"Food is for eating, not playing!" Shauna sighs, cleaning up the mess Zoëey made. Her younger twin follows suit, by mimicking her sister's actions.

"Ziyah, enough. You're seven not four!" Zeke scolds, while bouncing his eleven-month-old Zayne on his lap.

"Are you sure you want three kids? Look what it does to you," He laughs directing that more to Tobias than me.

"Okay grandpa, whatever floats your boat," Tobias chuckles, with glares resulting from Zeke. "My kid is over there, actually eating his food. It's a miracle," He says raising his eyebrows and pointing to where our son is eating lunch with the rest of his friends. "And he's five." He adds, smirking.

Zeke just rolls his eyes and chucks a meatball at Tobias' face, but fails miserably.

"I see where they get it from," He says pointing between Zeke and his three children. "Anyways, I need to get back to work. I'll see you tonight," He says standing and adds a quick kiss on my forehead before exiting the cafeteria.

Soon after Zeke and Shauna leave with their kids trailing behind, leaving Gwen and I to enjoy our meal in silence. Well at least not for long.

"Okay! So I planned out everything for the wedding, you name it I got it. Now all I need is the guest list…" Christina rambles on for another five minutes. "… And then I should be set!" She smiles, and exits shortly after. Will proposed to Christina around a year ago, and they're getting married next month. Leaving a crazy Christina trying to make everything just perfect.

"Well that was weird," I mumble, as I look down I see Gwen's passed out, with her head leaning against my shoulder. "Come on kiddo," I whisper, standing up and bouncing to readjust her place against me.

I get Brent along the way, before dropping Gwen off at the nursery. He starts school next week for the first time, and Christina insisted we go shopping for a new "school" wardrobe.

"How about this one?" I ask him, holding up a small black V-neck shirt. He shakes his head with a look of disgust on his face. He hates shopping. I don't blame him.

"This?" It's a black shirt with a silver racecar on the front, simple, but apparently not for him. "You pick something," I say, because so far we've been out for two hours with no progress.

He goes along the rack, and reaches to grab a black and red plaid buttoned shirt.

"That? Really?" I ask surprised out of all the choices, that's what he chose. He nods excitedly, and I put the shirt in our cart.

After countless hours in many children's stores, we finally exit with only three shirts, two pairs of pants, and new shoes. I guess you can call that successful.

x0x

"How'd the shopping go?" Tobias asks while placing our burgers on the table.

"Good," I reply, not in the mood to explain the fashion sense our son gets from his father.

"Brent, Gwen! Dinner!" Tobias yells, and soon enough the pounding sound of footsteps follow.

We say grace, and eat in silence. Keeping the Abnegation traits with our family, while merging the Dauntless' with them. It may be an odd life, but it's our life and I wouldn't trade it for the world.