Since you all were whining:

Bonus Epilogue

(also because I love you guys)

I wake up at seven A.M. and find myself with face on Tobias's pillow and our faces five inches inches apart. I smile when Tobias squeezes me closer, even though he's still asleep. He's always looked so at peace when he's asleep, and it even makes him look younger.

Tobias's eye flutter open, and when he sees me he lazily smiles. I reach out and run a hand through his hair, and at the bottom I lie my hand on the side of his neck.

"Hi," I whisper, smiling.

Tobias just groaned, then nuzzled my face into his neck. I wrap my arms around his waist, and he squeezes me tighter.

"I don't wanna get up," I mutter.

"I know, honey, but I need to so I can buy you nice things."

I pull back kissed him. He draws me on top of him, and there is a leg on either side. Tobias runs a hand through hair, and then my eyes go wide and I stop kissing. I get up and run to the bathroom, throwing my hair behind me along the way, then throw up in the toilet.

Tobias quickly follows and holds my hair, like any good husband would. He whispers sweet nothings, telling me I'm okay. When I'm done, Tobias helps me to the sink to brush my teeth.

"If I were that bad of a kisser, you could've just told me," he says, smiling.

I manage a small myself. "No, you're an amazing kisser actually."

"Then what is it?" he asks, frowning. "You think you've got a bug or something?"

"Tobias," I say, not able to hide the subtle grin, even though I'm extremely nervous. "I think I'm pregnant."

Tobias's eyes go wide, and he looks like he's about to fall over. "Pr—pregnant?"

I smile nervously. "That's a good thing right?"

Then Tobias grins and squeezes me so tight my feet come off the ground. "Yes, yes, this is definitely a good thing." His eyes are watering now. "I'm going to be a father."

"Maybe," I say pointedly. "I just took a few box tests, but they all came back positive. We'll have to schedule a doctor's appointment."

Tobias nods, still grinning. "Okay. Okay. If Carson doesn't stop hitting on you now, I don't think I'll be able to hold myself back any longer."

I sadly smile. "I know. I've told him off plenty of times, and you'd think the guy would eventually get a girlfriend."

"Why don't you tell Max?"

I shrug. "You know I don't like being a snitch. Plus I'm not even telling anyone anyway. You're the only one who knows. I want to wait till I know for sure."

Tobias smiles. "Okay. I trust you, you know that, right?"

I nod and kiss him. "And I trust you."

"Tobias!" I shriek. "Look!"

Tobias and I were lying in bed, just cuddling on this Saturday, until I decided to make some breakfast. But then I walked past the mirror and noticed something.

"I'm showing!" I yell. "Can you tell?"

"Well," Tobias says, sauntering over to me, "I've always noticed"—he kisses my stomach—"because my first baby with the most amazing woman in the world is in there. And I could never forget that." Tobias kisses me on the lips, then says, "I've secretly been telling him/her that Daddy is their favorite."

I scoff and playfully push him back, smiling. "You ass. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Why don't I make you breakfast? You are the pregnant one," he points out.

"Tobias, I'm bare—barely preg…" I begin running to the bathroom before the bile can come out. I throw my hair behind my back and puke in the toilet. Tobias comes rushing in, then grabs my hair, holding it out of the way.

"It's okay," he says. He helps pull me up when I'm done, then leads me over to the sink. He knows I have to brush my teeth after this. Usually when this happens I'm woken up earlier, around six o'clock, and I feel bad for sometimes waking Tobias up. He, of course, tells me that he wants to be by my side at all times to make sure I'm okay, but I know he's been stressed with work lately and I feel guilty for keeping him up.

"Baby, let me make you breakfast while you lay in bed, okay?" Tobias asks softly once I'm done brushing my teeth.

I sigh. "Okay. Thank you, hon." Tobias walks me over to our bed and gets me under the covers. He smiles and kisses my forehead, then walks downstairs.

"Tobias," I say groggily. I'm now three months along, and my cravings are kicking in.

"What is it, sweetie?" Tobias asks. We lie on the couch watching Netflix, and I'm about to fall asleep since it's almost midnight.

"We don't have any Twinkies. Or Olive Garden. Or brownies."

Tobias smiles. "How about I make you some brownies and take you to Olive Garden tomorrow?"

I smile, and I want to cry. Probably hormones. "You're so sweet. I love you."

Tobias begins to get up, and I say, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to get my wife Twinkies."

"Tobias, no. It's midnight and it's snowing out."

"Babe, the gas station is just down the road. I can walk so I don't crash the car. Okay?"

I sigh. "But still. You don't have to do that for me."

Tobias puts on his shoes and jacket and says, "Yes I do."

He comes back fifteen minutes later with a bag filled with three boxes of Twinkies.

"I love you," I say dramatically.

"The lady at the counter gave me a weird look, so I had to tell her my wife's pregnant," he laughs.

"You'rethabethubinever," I say, mouth full of Twinkies.

"I'm sorry?" he asks, chuckling.

I swallow and say, "You're the best husband ever."

Tobias grins. "I know."

I'm now eight months pregnant, and I've been put on office duty, which is basically my same job, but I don't get to go on raids or anything that could harm the baby. It's hard for me to get up, but I have to find an old file from downstairs. I awkwardly walk downstairs with my big belly to retrieve the file.

And down there is Carson.

I go to the A's files for Abigail Auburn, registered murderer.

"Hey, Tris," says Carson.

"Hi."

"How are you?" he asks.

"Nothing like being pregnant."

He chuckles. "How's your husband? He's, uh, Four, is it?"

I nod, smiling at the thought of him. "Yeah. He's good."

"That's great."

After minutes of silence and searching, he says, "Listen. I'm really sorry about everything. Hitting on you, making you feel uncomfortable. Now I feel like a huge asshole. And you're obviously happily in love and very pregnant"—he chuckles—"so I just want you to know that I'm sorry, and that I've found someone who has changed my whole perspective on life."

I smile. "Thank you. And I'm happy for you. I know someone a lot like you. At least, I used to."

"Who might that be?"

I smile again. "Four, actually. Before we got married. He was arrogant, cocky, always hitting on me. But he changed when we were together. Changed a lot of his perspectives because of me. He just had to find the one person to become better for, and I think you are a lot like him." I pause. "But he'd get mad if I told you that, so sh." I wink at him and put a finger over my lips.

"I take it he doesn't think highly of me," Carson chuckles.

I shake my head. "Well, when someone hits on your wife, you tend to get a bit angry. Tip: Beat the shit out of anyone who disrespects her. Or you could politely talk it out with them. Talk first, then if they're still a jackass, then beat the shit out of them."

Carson nods. "Alright. Got it. I really don't want to screw this one up."

I smile. "I'm glad."

"Mom, Dad, let's go!" a twelve-year-old Harper says.

Then a ten-year-old Colten says, "Yeah, yeah, let's go!"

But an eight-year-old Natalie stays quiet.

"Guys," I say, "quiet. Please. You can talk all you want when we get to Alto, California. We're on an airplane, I can't control when we go. Harper, don't let your brother listen to your music. Colten, don't ask to listen to your brother's music."

"I know, Mom," Harper says. "'It's very inappropriate for his age'" he says in a mock voice of me.

"Hey," I say sternly. "You will not speak to me like that. Do you understand me Harper Caleb Eaton?"

He shrinks back. "Yes, Mom."

I sigh and turn forward. Natalie sits next to me while my two boys sit behind us. Tobias has the window seat, I have the middle, and Natalie is on the outside.

I look at Tobias with a tiring smile. He grabs my hand. "I love you."

"I love you too."