Tris was pregnant when she met her end. Instead of her immediately dying, she went into a coma. Her child was born a few months later, and during childbirth, Tris went into the light. She had a beautiful baby girl, and Four named her. Her name is Natalie Caleb Eaton.
YEAR ONE
(Tobias' POV)
Every night, when Natalie finally falls asleep, I hold her in my arms. She looks so much like her mother, I can hardly stand to look at her some days. I always do, though. Actually, when it is hard to look at her, I force myself to stare at her, to get used to it. It's painful, but just because tragedy strikes, it doesn't mean I don't get to just ignore my daughter.
But I am weak. I find my gun one morning, and I hold it to my head. I hear Natalie screaming, somehow knowing what I was about to do. Christina walks into the room with the spare key I lent her and freezes when she sees me.
"Tobias Eaton, what exactly do you think you are doing? Do you not hear Natalie screaming? She needs you! She needs parents, and her mother is gone. You're all that she has left! Don't do this!" Christina grabs my gun, and I crumple to the ground in sobs. Christina carries Natalie to me, who screams until she sees me. I hold her, and she grabs my nose. "Dada!" She squeals, giggling. I laugh and press my lips to her forehead, my face wet with tears.
(P.S. This is my first! Please don't judge, but I will take advice! Thank you!)