A/N: Thank you for those who reviewed! PLEASE keep reviewing, it helps me to become a better writer and also let's me know what you want to see in upcoming chapters. Reviews make me so happy, so thank you to those who review. To the reviewer who asked why Tris isn't in this: I want to keep this story as canon as possible. That being so, Tris will not be alive in this story. Veronica Roth didn't keep her alive and, as much as it saddened me, I want to follow her story. Anyways, without further ado, heres chapter 2
For the next week, we continued to live in the infirmary. There was not a second where a doctor wasn't monitoring every little move she made. From her weight to her diet, her sleeping patterns and her heart rate, there was some specialist frantically scribbling notes at all times. It was not just due to the circumstances surrounding her development, but also because Willow possessed a unique gift.
It had become common knowledge that Tris was one of the strongest Divergents; completely genetically pure and able to control all of her thoughts. I myself had some sign of divergence, but it was nowhere near Tris, or Willow, for that matter. She was recorded of having one of the strongest divergence the doctors had seen in a very long time, even stronger than Tris. Her constant alertness definitely accounted for that, as she tended to lay awake most of the day. Of course she slept often, but nowhere near the amount that normal newborns should. Her large, bright eyes would gaze at everything, as if savoring her surroundings, as dull as they were. She had yet to experience the world outside the infirmary, with all of its bright colors and unique sounds.
Christina visited daily, almost as anxious to get out of here as we were. The doctors were probably annoyed with her constant "When can they leave? Is today the day?" For every time they saw her they gave the same, monotonous answer, "Not today, Christina. There's more monitoring to be done."
That Saturday we finally received the answer we had hoped for- Willow was strong enough to go home. Our new home, where she could grow up peacefully and happily. All the machines and wires, incubators and infirmary walls would no longer consume us. Excited to be able to leave, I immediately grabbed the phone and called Christina.
"Hello?" She answered immediately.
"Chris, it's Four. The doctor just confirmed that we can leave the infirmary today."
"Oh!" She squealed, "Okay, err, how long until you will be home?"
"I'm not sure," I said, hesitantly, "Maybe a few hours."
"Okay, I've got this!" She blurted and quickly hung up, leaving me wondering what in the world she meant.
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"Well, she looks perfect. Do you have everything?" The nurse asked, escorting us out the door.
"I do, thank you for everything. Take care." I smiled as I started out the door, a small bag swung over my shoulder and Willow cradled safely in my arms. It would be a short train ride back to Dauntless and our new home. A new life for both of us was on the horizon. A life without Tris, without the one person who kept me sane. The love of my life, and the only girl I ever loved. That is, until now. Now I had a new girl, a new love, a new house, in a new world. What should seem terrifying for someone didn't have the effect on me. This was not something I should fear. Fearing something like this would be silly.
As the train reached Dauntless, the sight left me completely shocked. What was once very dark was now brighter, filled with hope and strength and bravery. Christina had informed me our new apartment was on the tenth floor of the Hancock building, completely rebuilt as well. The glass-like building towered over the compound, displaying a beautiful view of the Pit, bustling with people shopping and children playing and couples kissing. It seemed as if Dauntless was now a much happier place.
After a quick elevator ride to the tenth floor, we reached apartment #1046. Murmurs could be heard inside, presumably Christina waiting for us to arrive home. I knocked lightly on the door and the murmurs stopped, the door swinging open, and a messy-haired Christina standing in the doorway with the biggest smile plastered on her face. "Welcome home, you two! Oh, it must be so nice to be out of the infirmary. Isn't Dauntless beautiful now? Oh you'll just have to see- oh wait! Come in, come in! You need to see your new apartment!" She gushed, pulling us inside the massive apartment. To the right of the door was the kitchen, opening up into a large living room, three bedrooms and two bathrooms.
"Hey, Four, you're here! How's it going with the little one?" Zeke called from the couch, laying comfortably with a beer in hand. Leave it to Zeke to be more at home in my apartment than I was.
"Zeke! Would you get up and help for once! Seriously, they're going to be here- oh! Hello, Four." Shauna wheeled out of one of the bedrooms, her pants splattered with paint. "Have you checked out the apartment yet? What do you think? Nice, isn't it?"
"It's lovely, Shauna, but why are you covered in paint?" "Oh, well," she blushed, "let me show you." She led me into the second bedroom, Christina on our tail. Inside was a beautifully furnished child's room. Grey and pink walls with black furniture, a ceiling-tall, fully stocked bookshelf, and a basket of toys.
"We wanted you two to come home and not have to worry about getting it ready. With the new baby and... The funeral and all... We knew it would be a lot. The rest of the rooms are done too, but if you don't like it that's okay." "Shauna, Chris, it's seriously perfect. Thank you so much for all of this." I set Willow, now fast asleep, down in the crib and went to embrace both of the ladies who had been nothing it kind and helpful to me.
"I'm so glad you love it! Of course, it's not completely done, there's still things to be added, but we have... More important matters to take care of." Christina's voice dropped to a whisper and she looked down at the floor. I knew immediately what she was referring to- Tris' funeral. With all the excitement surrounding Willow, a proper goodbye to my love had yet to be planned. There was so much preparation to be done, we would need to start immediately. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. Christina's head snapped up as she rushed out the room calling "I'll get it!" Shauna and I followed her to the door, my jaw dropping at who stood there, looking up from her conversation with Christina and waving at me. A woman clothed in the colors of all the factions. A woman with bright blue eyes, just like the ones Willow and I have.
Evelyn.
