Right after Zeke leaves, Tobias falls asleep. I decide to start cleaning. I text Christina to see what cleaning products I can and can't use to harm the baby.

Christina: Most Cleaning products are safe to use. Only suggestions are to wear rubber gloves, and don't mix cleaning products like bleach and ammonia. Make sure to have a fan on or window open to have moving air. Don't use oven cleaner. Text me if you have any other questions.

With that in mind I start to pick up the apartment. Thirty minutes later, most everything is back where it belongs and I turn on the fan. I start in the living room by dusting the furniture, and wiping down everything with Clorox wipes. Next, I move to the kitchen. I clean the fridge out, and wipe it down before putting everything back in. I wipe down all the major appliances, and the countertops and sink. I hear movement, then retching. I take my gloves off and run into the bathroom. There, Tobias is throwing up. I rub circular motions on his back with my hands. After he is done, he flushes the toilet and put the toilet seat down. He leans back, and his head rests on my chest. I stroke his hair, and we sit there for a while. I finally help him up, and let him rinse out his mouth. He crawls back into bed.

"Do you need anything?" I ask him.

"Can I have something to eat?" He asks. I nod, and head into the kitchen. I grab him a ginger ale and a banana. Plain simple foods to help settle his stomach. I sit on the bed and hand him the banana. He eats it slowly, and I give him the ginger ale. He sets it on the dresser besides him.

"Can I have the remote?" He asks. I walk up to the TV, and grab the remote to hand it to him.

"I'm going to go finish what I was doing. I love you." I tell him.

"Love you too." He says before his focus goes to the TV. I walk back into the kitchen and puts my gloves back on. I'm missing something. Music! I grab my phone and go to my playlist.

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Two and a half hours later, the kitchen floor is mopped, the surfaces are wiped down, the bathroom is cleaned, minus the shower and toilet, but everything that I could clean in the apartment is disinfected including all of the Christmas decorations. My bedroom will have to wait until Tobias isn't sick, and I will probably have to disinfect everything after he is done sick, but oh well. Exhausted, I walk to my bedroom and look inside to check on him. Tobias is asleep, and he looks so vulnerable. He is sweating, and has no covers on him, only sleeping in boxers. I walk into the livingroom where the tower fan. I unplug it, and carry it into my bedroom. I put it on his side, so it blows across him and plug in. I leave, and shut the door, leaving it cracked just a little. I collapse on the couch myself, and fall into a deep sleep.

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Four's POV

I wake up feeling better than I have been. I look at the alarm clock and it's 6 o'clock. I feel fine, and I stretch. My muscles don't feel stiff like they were before I went to sleep. In fact, I still have a sore throat and I'm congested, but other than that I don't feel like I'm going to die or throw up. I also have the urge to go run a marathon. But I know Tris would kill me if I did. And I'm starving. As on cue, Tris walks in.

"You look happy." She tells me.

"I feel great!" I say loudly. She comes over, and places her hand on my forehead.

"Are you hungry?" She asks. I nod, and she heads out of the bedroom. I throw on sweatpants, then follow her, and on the counter are two bowls of chicken noodle soup.

"You are the best!" I yell. I sit at the counter, and grab a bowl. I remember not to eat too fast, but it tastes so good I want to scarf it down. I get another bowl full, and then scarf that down. Feeling full, surprisingly, I sit and wait for Tris to finish her second bowl.

"What?" I ask as she stares at me.

She must be thinking, because she snaps out of thought. "What?" She asks.

"Why were you staring at me?" I question her. "Let me guess, I'm so handsome that you got lost with me in your thoughts."

"No, I mean you are handsome" She pauses, "but I wonder what you were sick with. It must have started last night because at supper you were quiet and barely ate anything. Then, you went to bed complaining about how it was hot and your head hurt. So, I turned on the air, and you were still sweating. I wasn't thinking." Tris says.

"You didn't know sweetie." I reassure her.

"I'm just surprised you didn't wake up in the middle of the night to get medicine or throw up."

"When I was sick, I recall sleeping mostly when I was sick. I wasn't one of those kids that was sick and couldn't sleep and was bored all day. My body just shut down and slept." I reply.

"I was one of those kids that was bored all day." Tris says.

"Doesn't surprise me." I mumble under my breath. She goes to playfully punch my arm, but it ends up hurting. "Oww!" I yell as I rub my arm. She leans on my shoulder, and I kiss her forehead.

"I love you Mrs. Eaton."

"I love you too Mr. Eaton." Tris says.

"I love you three."

"I love you Four." Tris says.

"I know." I say.

It takes her a minute to register the joke. "Oh. I see what you did there." Tris says.

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Tris and I lie in bed.

"I can't believe that Christmas is in less than one week." Tris yawns. "It all seemed like a blur."

"Well, you did a great job decorating."

"Thanks." She says.

"So, are you done shopping?" I ask her.

"Yes." She replies.

"All of my shopping is done too." I state proudly. "I think I went overboard on Nicole though."

"Your her Godfather. It's alright for you to go overboard. Tobias, I have a question."

"Yes my love?"

"Okay, so we've been married for three years now. What would be the best Christmas present ever?"

"A baby."I reply quietly. I see her bite back a smile, and she leans up to kiss me.

"Goodnight. I love you Tobias James Eaton" She says, then rolls onto her favorite side, the left.

"Goodnight. I love you too Beatrice Louise Eaton." And I too, roll onto my left, spooning Tris.