A/N: WOW! It feels weird to say this but this is the end... I can't begin to thank you all enough for reading this far, and for all the love and support this story received through the process. I've made some penpals and discovered some pretty amazing stories by clicking through your profiles and stories. The epilogue has been finished since just after I finished chapter 9, I needed to have my ending set so that I could keep the story on track.

THREE YEARS LATER:

Eric looked away from his computer to see her perched on his desk. Her blonde hair clipped off her forehead, slate blue eyes boring into him, her features set in a determined scowl. "What do you need?" He asked her.

Her legs dangled over the edge of the desk and she looked like she was debating if she should ask before she said in a familiar saccharine tone, "Knifes pwease?"

Eric couldn't help but laugh. "The apple doesn't fall far does it?"

"No apple daddy, gross." Her face wrinkled up and he smiled at her.

"I know no apples. It just means you looked and sounded almost like mommy." He explained.

"Just like mommy?" She asked proudly.

"Just like Annabelle, almost like mommy." He said opening the drawer that held his throwing knives. She did look almost like Tris. Her hair was thick and blonde but not straight like Tris' it had the curl his did when it got too long, and her eyes were darker almost grey like his, but her mannerisms were entirely Tris.

He unrolled the knives and picked Annabelle up onto his hip. "Ok are you ready? Do you remember how I showed you last time?" She nodded and pulled her pacifier from the pocket of her floral romper shoving it in her mouth. "No binky if you're going to throw knives. Baby's use binkies big girls throw knives." He reminded her. She gave him Tris' dark look but put the offending toy back in her pocket.

He bent her down so she could pick up the knife, he'd gotten smaller lighter ones just for her. She pulled it back slowly and looked hard at the dart board Eric had stepped much closer to. Her small tongue stuck out just a bit between her lips. She scrunched her face and tossed the knife. It just barely hit the board with a soft thud and stuck. She smiled wide and clapped for herself. "Did it daddy! It sticked!"

He laughed and kissed her cheek bouncing her up and down, "Nice throw."

"What on earth do you think you're doing!" Tris's voice interrupted their celebration.

"Mommy look! I frew it and it sticked!" Annabelle celebrated.

"I see that." Tris said smiling at her before she gave Eric the same dark look he'd just seen in miniature. "Eric we've talked about this." She said taking Annabelle into her arms and trying to balance her around the small bump protruding beneath her shirt. "You don't teach her to throw knives. I do. Belle do you want to try again?"

The toddler nodded with a smile and leaned towards Eric for another knife, "knife daddy?"

He handed her one handle first and stepped out of the way.

"Ok baby, ready? Hold it back and pretend like you're trying to smell a flower." Annabelle took a deep breath in through her nose, "ok now look right at the middle of the board and when you throw pretend you're blowing out birthday candles." Annabelle looked hard at the board again and let out a big breath as she threw the knife. It hit again with a weak thud but this time almost dead center. "From now on only throw knives with mommy ok?" She put Annabelle down and told her, "Uncle Peter's outside daddy's door waiting to take you to Starbucks for warm milk and a cookie go see him." The little girl pulled her pacifier back out and shoved it in her mouth before running to the door. When she pulled it open Peter was standing on the other side talking to Molly. When he saw Annabelle he squatted down and scooped her up "Hi Peanut."

She pulled her pacifier out and reminded him, "No peanut Uncle Pete. I'm lergic," before stuffing her binky back in.

"Yes I know you are, good job reminding me." He laughed waving at Eric and Tris as he walked away asking Annabelle what kind of cookie she was going to get.

Tris smiled and turned to Eric, "He's so good with her, it really surprised me."

"Me too." Eric laughed pulling her into a hug. "So how are you feeling today?"

"Like your kid is trying to kill me." She rubbed her stomach gently before explaining, "He's been kicking me in the ribs all morning. I'll take Annabelle home with me now so you can get some work done. Has she been good for you while I was at the doctor?"

"As good as a two year old cooped up in her dad's office can be. There was a trip to the water cooler, then she had to get paper from Molly but pens from Susan, because she has the prettier colors, then we had to make another trip for more water, then there was the urgent need to call Aunt Christina to ask if you were all still having girls brunch on Sunday." He went through the morning with humor before finishing, "and then as I went to answer an email I felt the death glare and we had to throw knives."

Tris laughed and kissed him quickly. "Go send your email. I will see you at home."

He pulled her close and held her for a few seconds before smiling down at her. "Thank you."

"For what?"

He kissed her and said, "For Belle and the baby and just being you."

She smiled up at him before telling him, "Thank you for not giving up on me, and not letting me be so afraid, I would have missed out on all of this. I love you."

-The End

Thank you for reading. I have some other things in the works so this won't be the last you hear of me.