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Tris POV


As the wedding draws nearer, Christina seems to be harder and harder to deal with. Of course, she is my best friend, and I love her. But it seems that as time goes on, she becomes more and more moody and snappy. Still, I put up with it because she was there for me with my wedding, and I want to be there for her as well.

I look in the mirror, as I run a brush through my hair. Christina invited all of us to hers and Uriah's apartment tonight for dinner, though she wouldn't tell us why. She just kept saying that she needed us all there, so I can only guess that it has something to do with the wedding. Either way, I don't mind going. There are worse ways to spend a Friday night.

Just as I set the brush down, I hear the door open. When I walk out of the bathroom, I see Tobias closing the door behind him. When he turns around, he smiles at me, and that is when I notice that his skin is a bit shiny as if he was just sweating. And he's discarded his button up shirt and is now only wearing a T-shirt with his work pants.

"I know I'm late," he starts before I can say anything. I raise an eyebrow at him, as he walks toward me. "I'm sorry. Some of the kids barged into my office and challenged me to a game of basketball. How could I say no?"

"Like this." I pause. "No." He rolls his eyes and chuckles, as he wraps his arms around my waist. "Does Amar know that you spent probably half your shift playing basketball?"

"He condoned it." He grins. "He said good on me for building relationships with our members."

"Of course he did," I say, rolling my eyes.

"In fact," he continues, as he releases me and starts walking to the bedroom, most likely to change, "Those kids love me now and want me to join them every week!"

"Is that so?"

"It is," he calls out from the bedroom. "You know, one of the younger ones didn't even want me to leave when I did. It took a lot of convincing and reminding him that I'd be back next week before he finally let me go."

I chew on my lip and look down at the ground, as I imagine Tobias surrounded by those kids. As I imagine one of them begging him to stay. I imagine how well he must have handled them for them to like him that much. I haven't really seen Tobias interact with kids, but I imagine he would be good with them.

And although it breaks my heart, I can't but think that he may never get to experience it with his own.

"You okay?"

I look up and see Tobias staring back at me from the bedroom doorway with concern in his eyes.

"Yeah," I say a little too quickly. "Just waiting on you."

I can tell by the way he looks at me that he knows I am lying, but luckily he doesn't push it any further.

"All right," he says, as he walks toward me again. "I'm ready."

He holds out his hand for me, and I take it, faking a smile at him. Once again, I can tell that he doesn't believe it. But he doesn't say anything, as we leave the apartment together.


Four POV


Even as we arrive at Christina and Uriah's apartment, I can't help but wonder why Tris seemed so upset earlier. I could tell that she didn't want to talk about it. But given her past, I know that I can't wait too long to figure it out. If it has anything to do with her old habits, I need to make sure to address it before she does something to put herself in harm's way.

When we get to the apartment, Christina leads us into the living room. Shauna is sitting in her wheelchair next to the couch. Zeke is seated at the end of the couch so that he can be next to her while Uriah and Myra sit next to him. As Christina rushes back into the kitchen, we sit down on the couch opposite them, as they all greet us. Uriah then excuses himself to the kitchen to help Christina.

"So how's life as a married man, Four?" Shauna asks, grinning at me.

"It's great," I say, squeezing Tris' hand.

I look at her, and she smiles back at me. Still, I can tell that she is upset about something. It bothers me, but I know that no good will come from asking her now in front of everyone.

"If you ever need any advice from someone who's been married longer," Zeke grins, "you know who to ask."

"You mean Shauna?"

Shauna chuckles, as Zeke rolls his eyes at me.

"I finally beat you at something, man!" he exclaims. "Just let me have this!"

I roll my eyes at him as well. We talk for a while longer before Christina nearly sprints into the room, closely followed by Uriah. We all look up at her, confused by her entrance, and she grins back at us.

"Okay, friends." She takes a deep breath. "We were gonna wait until after dinner to do this, but I can't wait anymore!"

"What is it?" Shauna asks, as Christina bounces up and down on her heels.

Uriah starts, "The reason we invited you guys tonight is because we wanted to tell you-"

"I'm pregnant!" Christina yells, raising her arms in the air excitedly.

There is silence for a moment before Myra squeals- yes, literally squeals- and jumps off the couch. She throws her arms around both Uriah and Christina, as everyone else calls out to congratulate them. When Myra finally lets go, they both go around hugging everyone. Except me, of course, because they know that I don't like hugs. Instead, Uriah teasingly asks me for a handshake.

As everyone starts asking Christina how she found out and if they have thought of any names, I look to my side at Tris, who I realize is being quieter. I can tell by the look on her face that she is more upset, but she seems to sense my eyes on her. She looks back at me and fakes a quick smile before looking back at Christina. I squeeze her hand, and I watch her bite her lip before she stands up, letting go of my hand, and walks to the bathroom, unnoticed by our friends.

Still, I stay seated where I am because I know that it will only draw attention to her if I follow her to the bathroom to find out what's wrong. Instead, I try to distract myself by focusing on the conversation that my friends are having, but it doesn't work.

Minutes later, she comes back from the bathroom, but when I look at her, her eyes aren't red or swollen at all. I can't help but feel a little relief that she isn't upset enough to the point of crying.

"Tris," Christina calls out, making me look up as well. "Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a second?"

I look at Tris, as she nods and follows her into the kitchen. Without saying a word, Uriah also stands up and follows them, and I can't help but wonder what is going on, but nobody else seems concerned.

"Aw, this is so exciting!" Myra says, clapping her hands together.

"It is," Shauna sighs. "I hope it's a girl."

"What do you have against boys?" Zeke says, bringing his hand to his chest as if he is offended.

"Come on, it's Christina! She'd love to have a girl to dress up every day!"

"Yeah, well I would love to have a little nephew to play catch and video games with!" Shauna rolls her eyes as Zeke simply shrugs before he looks at me. "Looks like you got beat at something else, Four!"

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"Well, to be honest, I thought you guys would be the first to… you know, pop 'em out."

"Zeke!" Shauna scolds him.

I roll my eyes, as they start arguing about Zeke's word choice. I tune them out, as I start to think about it myself. Tris and I have never really talked about having kids. A part of me has always been afraid that I would end up like my father. But my time with Tris has taken a good deal of power away from that fear.

She makes me feel like I can do better. And I know, without a doubt, that she would be an amazing mother if it ever happened. Of course, I am not sure where she stands on the idea. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that I certainly wouldn't mind starting a family with her.

Moments later, Tris walks back into the living room, looking as if she has seen a ghost. Of course, nobody else notices as they are still in the midst of their heated debate. She moves to stand in front of me, and she crouches a little so that only I can hear her.

"Can we go?" she whispers, though it doesn't exactly sound like a question. "I don't feel good."

"Yeah, of course. What's wrong?"

"I just don't feel good," she says quickly before standing up fully and turning around.

I stand up as well and grab her hand, and she turns to face me. Now, everyone is watching us.

"Did you tell Christina and Uriah we were leaving?" I ask.

"Yeah, they know."

"Aw, you're leaving?" Shauna pouts.

"Yeah, sorry, I just don't feel good," Tris says, trying to shrug nonchalantly.

The three of them go off in a chorus of "aw" and "feel better" as we wave goodbye to them and start walking for the door. For the entire walk to the car and even the car ride, we end up in silence. I can't help but wonder what is going on her head. But I know that I need to find out.


Tris POV


By the time we get back to our apartment, the urge to cry is stronger than it has been all night, but I know that I cannot do that in front of Tobias, since he has no idea why I'm so upset. When we get inside, I hang up my coat and turn around to find Tobias already staring back at me.

"So, what happened?" he asks bluntly.

I wring my hands for a moment, taking a deep breath so that I won't start crying as soon as I speak.

"Well… They asked us to be the god parents."

He looks surprised for a moment before he looks down at the floor thoughtfully.

"That's what you were upset about?" he asks finally.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not stupid, Tris," he says, looking at me again. "I can tell when you're upset about something."

I simply look at him for a moment, trying to decide what to do. But in the end, I know that he is right. He always knows when I'm upset, and he always gets me to tell him, one way or another.

His eyes follow me, as I walk past him and sit down on the couch. Without being asked, he sits down next to me and turns to face me so that we are face to face. I look at him for a moment, trying to decide how to even start this. But it seems that he has read my mind.

"Say whatever you need to say," he says, as his hand envelopes mine.

"Please don't leave," I say quietly, more to myself than him.

He shakes his head, though I can tell that he is more nervous now.

"You know I won't."

"Do you remember when I was in the hospital, how Tori would stay with me when you weren't there?" I ask.

"How could I forget?" he mutters.

"Something happened one day when she was with me." I look down to take a deep breath, and I feel him rub my hand comfortingly with his thumb. "The doctor came in to talk to me. Well, he was more so talking to Tori because I wasn't all… there."

"Okay," he says slowly, signaling for me to continue.

"He told me that because of where I was shot…" I bite my lip, as the tears begin to pool in my eyes. "I can't have children."

I look down, unable to bring myself to watch his reaction. My eyes close to keep the tears in. There is only silence for what seems like minutes, though it probably only seems that way because of how terrible this all feels.

I only realize that the tears have started escaping when I feel him wiping one off my cheek. I open my eyes and look at him, and I can see the pain in his eyes. But I can also tell that he is trying to hide it. For a moment, we just look at each other. Neither of us say anything. It almost seems like neither of us know what to say. Eventually, he wraps his arms around me, and I sink into his chest. My tears continue to escape my eyes and drip into his shirt, but he doesn't seem to notice. That, or he doesn't care.

"I'm so sorry," I say into his shoulder, my voice shaking. "I should have told you sooner. I should have told you before we got married. I should have…"

I trail off, as he pulls back a bit and uses his hand to lift my chin so that I am looking at him.

"You think that if I had known I wouldn't have married you?" I bite my lip and look down as much as I can to avoid his eyes. "That's what you think, isn't it?"

"I certainly wouldn't have blamed you," I mutter.

He lets go of my chin and moves his hand to my cheek instead. I look up at him through my lashes only to find that he was already staring at me, pain in his eyes.

"Tris, you should know by now that I love you more than anything and anyone," he says, making my eyes tear up more. "This isn't your fault. None of this is your fault. Of course I'm upset about this. But that doesn't mean I'm upset with you."

"I am," I tell him, my voice still shaking. "I'm upset with me."

"Why?" He makes me look at him again, but I don't answer. "You're everything I need. I know you're upset that we can't have kids. But at least we still have each other, right?" He strokes my cheek softly. "I'm not going anywhere, Tris."

"Neither am I," I say, answering the implied question.

"You're all I'm ever going to need," he tells me.

"But what if..." I take a deep breath. "What if, one day, you decide you want more, and I can't give it to you?"

"You realize your job isn't to pump out kids, right?" He smiles just the slightest bit, and I can't help but laugh through my tears. Most likely because my emotions are in complete disorder right now. "Besides, there are other ways."

"Like what?" I ask. "You mean, like adoption?"

"Maybe," he says. "If you want to in the future."

"It's not just about me," I tell him. "What do you want?"

He stares at me for a moment, as he continues to collect my tears with his thumb. Eventually, the hint of a smile appears on his lips, and he rests his forehead on mine.

"Right now, just you," he says quietly.

Before I can respond, he presses his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, as he wraps his around my torso, drawing me closer to him. For a while, even after we pull away for air, we just stay there in each other's arms. I rest my head on his shoulder, and he strokes my hair until I have fully calmed down.

Though I still feel extremely guilty, I have to admit that I feel better knowing that he isn't upset with me. Still, I can't help but feel a little nervous.

I know that he says that he only wants me right now. But I still can't help but wonder what will happen if he one day decides that he wants more.


As soon as I walk through the door into Tori's house, the first thing I do is pick up Clementine, who meows at me, and carry him over to the sofa where I sit down with him on my lap. Tori sits opposite me and watches me, as I pat Clementine's head.

"So, how are things?" she asks. "You didn't sound very happy on the phone."

I shrug my shoulders, as I continue to play with Clementine. For a moment, I consider if I should really tell her what it going on. But then I realize that it is Tori. I can't really keep anything from her. I take a deep breath, as I decide to tell her.

"Four and I had a talk," I say. "I told him what the doctor told me after I was shot."

"Wait, you mean recently?" she asks, clearly surprised. "You just told him?"

"Yes," I sigh. "I know I should have told him earlier, I just didn't know how."

"That's okay," she says, composing herself quickly. "What did he say?"

"He said that he was upset, but not at me. But he seems okay with it."

For now, at least.

"Do you think you guys will still... well, try?" she asks carefully.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, as I look at her for a moment.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

She looks at me for a moment, seemingly equally confused.

"What exactly did you tell him, Tris?" she says slowly. "Just to make sure we're talking about the same thing."

"I told him that I can't have children," I say feeling pain all over again.

"Shouldn't."

Silence fills the room, as we stare back at each other.

"What?" I croak.

"Tris, he said you shouldn't. That there's a possibility of complications." She shakes her head a little. "Not that you can't."