Chapter 1
1: Nathalie
TRIS' POV
It starts out ok, a few contractions here and there, Tobias helps me through them, but as I wait they get worse and worse, coming closer together and causing me so much pain. SO much pain. I am 6 centimeters and cannot wait to just get this over with and hold my baby girl, hugging and kissing her new face and body. I just can't wait.
Tobias is still in shock. He has been so good to me through all the morning sickness, cravings, mood swings, and contractions. And now, now that I need him most, he is here squeezing my hand, stroking my hair, and his kisses send jolts of power through me.
"TOBIAS! EEAAAAAHHHH! HWOO. HWOO. UUUUUUUUUUUGH! TOBI- AAAAAH!" Through my blurred vision I can see his contorted face and feel him squeeze tighter every time I yell louder. He has never been able to stand it when I'm in pain. I know he'd rather block out my screams and pained faces, but I need him. I need him to be here. My support. I need him. And he knows this. And he stays.
TOBIAS' POV
I can't stand this. Her pain and screams. But I can't leave either. I feel the hot tears streaming down my face. A mix of happiness and helplessness and sympathy. I love her so much. I can't stand her being in so much pain. I hold her hand, but not just for her. I am absolutely horrified and her hand clutching mine is the only thing keeping me from running away and trying to forget everything. Because I just can't handle it. She is so strong.
"We're almost done, baby. Just hang on." I flinch as she screams through yet another contraction. "Almost th-" "GAAAAAAH! HU. HU. H-OOAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I shudder and close my eyes. This only makes it worse, however, and I can't stop images of Peter and Marcus and Eric causing her these shrieks of pain. I wish I could, so I open my eyes again and focus on her hand. Her ring. The one I gave to her a year and a half ago. Her white knuckles from clenching my hand so hard. The contrast of the white on my purple hands. From her squeezing to try and stand the pain. Of her giving birth to my child. Holy shit. This really isn't working.
"Sweetheart, it's ok. Just keep breathing, breathing. In… And out… In… And out… There, good. I'm right here. It's going to be ok." Another contraction and I pause, telling myself to breathe now." "She's coming, babe. And you're the only one who can bring her here. Come on. I know you can do it. Tris I love you. I love you and I love this baby. You are so strong." Another one and I my grip on her hand falters. She whips her head toward me and I can see the fear and anguish in her eyes. I look right back into them and give her my strongest smile. "Oh baby I know this is hard, but we can get through this! I'm right here and will be until the end."
And then her scream is so fierce I almost faint, but I don't yet, and the last thing I see before I do, is my beautiful baby girl. And the last thing I hear is a huge sigh, a sob, a baby's cry, and the name Nathalie.
TRIS' POV
That was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my entire life. Tobias finally gave up staying awake when I didn't need him as badly, but I know he saw her and heard her name. I lean down and kiss his hand I am still holding. And now Christina, Will and Uria burst in, followed by my brother at a much slower pace. I stare at him and say to one of the nurses that he is not welcome here. And he is sent out. I am crying so hard. She is finally here. My Nathalie. Nathalie Edith Eaton.