So, this chapter is even shorter than the previous, but, if you actually read the other note (If you didn't, don't lie, God will find and smite you) you would understand why!
Chapter 9: F and T sitting in a tree: (not yet) k-i-s-s-i-n-g
"I don't want him to see me like this, even if he has cake! I'm weak and crying and... weak! He has to leave." Will tightens his grip on my shoulder and I frown at him.
"But, but, Trisssssss, he has cakkee! And whipped-cream!" I shake my head, incredulous. "Let him in." I wipe my face with my jacket sleave and hide it a bit so he won't see my red and tear-stained cheeks. He holds three big pieces of chocolate cake and before he's completely inside our room, Chris is already digging in.
"Well, serve yourself, Christina." She glares up at Mr. Eaton. I'm back to calling him that and he needs to know it.
"So, what are you doing here, Mr. Eaton." He sighs heavily. He looks around a bit. "Would it be possible for us to talk in private. I nod and before much longer, Chris and Will are leaving. He sits down next to me and I stare everywhere, but into his eyes.
"What are you going to call the baby?" I laugh, humorlessly.
"After all of what's happened, this is what you can think of saying. Not: Are you well? Will you survive? Will you forgive me?"
"I already know the answers to those questions. You are certainly not well. You will survive, but in what condition, no one knows. The chance of you forgiving me are quite slim. I don't know the answer to my first question, though. What are you going to call the baby?" I smile shyly. I have to give it to him, he's good. And in some very deep, very nice and forgiving place in my heart, I know I can't be mad at him forever. I just can't.
"I don't really know. I'm not privy to Dauntless names. I'd probably call it Andrew if it was a boy and Natalie if it was a girl. I don't know, though. It's just too new and... fresh, I guess." I nod.
"Tell me about it." I get up in a rush.
"No, you don't get to comment. You get to hear my rants and to listen and to not say a word, because that's what I need and that's what you owe me." He nods, smiling. "I know Emily put you through crap, but I can't deal with other people's problem this time. I'm not going to survive if I do. Now, I want cake and you're going to watch me eat it and then, you get to say whatever it was you wanted to say." I sit down at the desk, fork in hand and turn my head towards him.
"Beatrice - I'm not too sure what you're middle is sorry - Prior." He hops off the bed and onto one knee. My lips part. "Will you do me the honnor of being my lawfully weded wife and to let me treat your baby like my own?" All I can think of is: my fork will not get to my mouth now.
