"She's beautiful." I whisper into my wife's ear as she holds our newborn daughter in her tired arms.
"What should we name her?"she asks quietly.
"Beatrice, after her mother." I smile at her and she shakes her head chuckling.
"No. I want our daughter to have her own name." she smiles at me and I feel myself agreeing with her. "It needs to be something unique, something that is really her own."
"What about, Ryan?" she smiles at me and gives a small nod.
"Ryan is perfect for her." I hold her a little tighter and reach out to touch my sleeping daughter.
"What's the baby's name?" the nurse asks. Her black, tight clothes, blue hair, and massive amounts of tattoos and piercings make her look like anything but a nurse, but I smile and answer without looking at her.
"Ryan, R-Y-A-N." she writes it on her clipboard.
"Middle name?" I look at Tris.
"Elise." I smile. Ryan Elise Eaton. It's absolutely perfect.
"Okay. I'll go give this to the Dauntless leaders to be filed. Congratulations." she leaves without another word and we're left laying in the small hospital bed with our beautiful baby girl.
"She's so perfect, just like her mom." I whisper in her ear. Tears slowly drip from her beautiful blue eyes and kiss them away.
"We're a family. I didn't really realize what this meant until we gave her a name. She's ours, we're hers, we're a family." She laughs and I laugh with her. I know that I will remember this moment for the rest of my life, because I am a son, a friend, a husband, and now I am a father. I have everything I need and more, sitting with me in this hospital bed. I see Tris' eyes start to droop and I realize how tired giving birth must have made her. I try to pull the baby from her arms but her grip is firm. I laugh and kiss first her lips, then her forehead.
"Go to sleep. I promise she'll be here when you wake up." she nods and closes her eyes. I rub my thumb gently across her cheek and give her one last kiss on the lips before taking the baby from her arms and moving to the far side of the room.
"Hey baby girl." I whisper. " I'm your daddy. I just wanted to tell you that I'll always be here for you. I will comfort you when you're sad, care for you when you need help, and love you forever." I'm crying now, not sobbing, but tears of joy are streaming down my face. "I just wanted you to know that." I walk back over to Tris' bedside and slowly lay the baby down in the bassinet by the headboard. I kiss her forehead and pull a blanket over her. "I love you baby girl." She smiles as she falls asleep, her tiny body so sweet and innocent as she falls into a peaceful slumber. I crawl into the bed next to Tris, her own small frame not needing that much room, and wrap one arm around her, the other on the plastic crib where our daughter is sleeping. This is where I belong.