(Tris)

Caleb and Cara get married the weekend after our trip to Amity, standing up in front of God and everyone else and promising their lifelong love and devotion to each other, for richer or poorer, til death do them part.

The reception is at their house, their giant yard dressed to the nines. It's a quiet kind of activity, something that is natural and right and long overdue.

Cara shows me the finished nursery. I resent myself for the dread I felt the last time I was here; because my baby has filled a space in my heart that I didn't even know existed.

And damn it, do I love this kid. More quickly and more deeply than I've ever loved anything, with a love that is so infinite, it cannot be shaken.

The baby leaps and flips, and I keep a hand on my stomach at all times. Our next ultrasound, if the baby cooperates, will confirm the gender. But the baby represents so much more than just a boy or a girl. This is hope. This is a new beginning.

"Thought of any names?" Cara smiles, one hand on her own bump.

"Not yet. Waiting to find out the sex," I reply. "What about you?"

"Done," she grins. "It's a secret."

"Seriously?!" I laugh. "We're sisters now!"

She laughs too, just as Caleb walks in.

"Honey, can we tell Tris the baby's name?" Cara asks, wrapping her free arm around his middle as he kisses her temple.

"Sure," he smiles at me. "Do the honors."

"Callie," Cara says. "Callie Natalie Prior."

Callie Natalie. Beautiful.

I hug her, and our babies move at the same moment - cousins greeting each other for the first time.

Hi, Callie. Nice to meet you.

We laugh again, a little bit shocked and a little bit amazed.

"You're going to get along just fine, aren't you?" Cara asks them.

"Who's getting along?" Tobias walks in.

"The planets are miraculously aligned or something, because the babies just moved at the same time when we hugged," I say. "Hi." He kisses me.

"Hi," he chuckles. "What's this little girl's name?" He asks, perfect imitation of my curiosity.

"Callie," Caleb smiles.

"Hi, Callie," Tobias grins at Cara's abdomen. "I can't wait to meet you. Come on out."

We all laugh again, and Cara says firmly, "Not yet."

"You're right," Tobias allows. "Both of you, you stay in your mothers."

"They will," I say, like maybe speaking it will make it certain.

Tobias laces his fingers through mine and tugs me toward the door.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He asks.

"Water."

"Okay. Give me a second." He kisses me again, long and lingering, and suddenly, it's not enough. None of it is enough.

I don't hesitate for a second, my lips parting wider beneath his. He feels the quest of my tongue and my wandering hands, and his lips pucker as he pulls back.

"Tobias," I say softly, desperately.

"Tris," he says quietly, his hands on my shoulders and one eyebrow raised questioningly, as though reminding me that we're standing in Caleb and Cara's hallway.

I sigh, and my head falls back against the wall.

His thumb brushes my jawline and he whispers, "Not here. Kiss too hot, location too wrong."

I know he's right, but an insane, intense need for him is quickly filling every part of me.

"I'll get you your water," he kisses me again, this time on the cheek, and heads off.

I watch him walk away and try to slow my pulse.

...

(Tobias)

Pregnancy has certainly made Tris more bold with her desires. Most of the time, I think this is a good thing, but not at social events or her brother's reception. It's all interesting, to say the least.

I catch sight of Christina just as I'm about to enter the kitchen. For the first time, I realize how different she looks. When did she get so thin? She's always been small, but her cheekbones, wrist bones, shoulder bones are sharp and prominent. Her eyes are wide and cautious, constantly darting away. Her nails are bitten down to the beds. She looks scared.

"Christina," I say, and she jumps. "Hey, hey," I set a hand on her back. "Are you okay?"

She almost flinches under my touch, so I quickly withdraw as she says, "I'm fine. Thanks."

"Where's Matthew?"

"He's...," she wraps her arms around herself. "I'm not sure."

I examine her and give her a small smile. "What's goin' on?" I ask softly.

She shakes her head. "Nothing."

I sigh and nod. "Yeah. Okay," I say. "You know you can always come to Tris and me. Always. Alright?"

She nods. "Thank you," she whispers, a ghost of a smile on her face.

...

Evelyn is surprised, to say the least. I can't blame her; I don't often turn up at her door to socialize. And this is hardly the case.

"Hi, son," she says unsurely, holding the door open for me to walk in. I step inside, and I'm immediately surprised.

The living room is decorated exquisitely. It's filled with stylistic, artistic flair. I suppose this is the kind of freedom she was denied in Abnegation and Factionless.

"Have a seat," Evelyn gestures to the rich orange bar stools in the kitchen. I sit.

"We need to talk," I say as she slides into the seat across from me.

She nods. "All ri-"

"What's going on?" I demand. "What are you doing? What's happening with the Factionless? And Marcus?"

"Tobias, calm do-"

"And why the hell are you so needlessly fucking angry over my child?" I spit. "Tris and I are having a baby, and you'll just have to-"

"Tobias Eaton," Evelyn pushes her stool back and stands. "You will not come into my home and disrespect me. Stop with the swearing. Stop with the accusations and the tone, or leave this apartment with no answers."

We have a stare down for a moment, and then I sigh angrily and hold my hands up in surrender. She smooths her blouse and sits again.

"Now," she continues. "One topic at a time."

"Marcus."

"Marcus is in custody. He was in the hospital for a few weeks, and then transferred to prison. As far as I know, he's back in the hospital under heavy guard to have his casts reset. He'll be returning to prison in two days."

I nod. "Factionless."

"I've cut my ties with the Factionless."

"And they're alright with that?"

"Of course not. I was their leader. Without me, they're powerless. The Dauntless police confiscated all of their weapons and relocated them to a new sector. They're not a threat."

"Maybe for now."

"Oh relax, Tobias. Not everything needs to be an issue."

"Really?" I retort. "Let's say they get hold of a gun. A knife. Not very hard. Let's say they kidnap-" I stop and huff loudly. "Everything can become an issue. I'm not putting my family in any kind of danger just because you're not in the mood to deal with it."

"Okay," she says. "I'll talk to Amar and have regular inspections conducted. I don't know what you want me to do, short of kicking them all out of the city. That, or having security guards patrolling you and Tris at all times."

"No," I say to both suggestions. "I want you to be on good terms with them. Tell them about the new opportunities the council is working on. Has anyone even told them anything? Make sure they know they can transfer to factions soon. Jesus Christ, help them. You lived with them for years."

"Fine, fine. I'll get back into their good graces."

"Good."

"Anything else?"

"Your bitterness."

"Tobias," she sighs. "You and Tris have decided to keep the baby. Now I've accepted that, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. You're young, and you can't expect me to love Tris when I've only just learned to tolerate her. I'll keep my brooding to myself, but you'll just have to give me time."

I'm about to tell her exactly what I think when my phone begins ringing - it's Amar.

"Hello?"

"Tobias," Amar says frantically.

"What's going on?" I demand, already jumping to conclusions, adrenaline coursing through me like an instinct.

"You need to get to safety right now, you and Tris - Marcus escaped."

...

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