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Tris POV


The first thing I feel when I wake up is a dull pain in my stomach. I groan, as the pain begins to worsen the more that I wake up. Tobias stirs next to me, but his arm stays around me. Suddenly, his arm feels so painfully tight around my stomach, and I find myself squirming away from him, as heat rushes through my body. I gasp, as I feel it rising up to my throat. I push myself out of bed and stumble to the bathroom as quickly as I can manage. And luckily, I make it just in time.

I fall to my knees in front of the toilet and let out what must have been hurting my stomach. It stops for a moment, and I pant for air. I can feel sweat on my face and on the back of my neck, which has my hair stuck to it. Just as I think about it, I feel Tobias brush my hair away from my neck and hold it back, as I continue to retch into the toilet. He doesn't say anything. He just sits there, holding my hair in one hand and rubbing my back lightly with the other.

After what feels like hours, I sit back and pant for breath. Still without saying a word, Tobias flushes the toilet and helps me up so that I can clean my mouth out in the sink. Once I am done, he helps me back to the bedroom. I let out a groan again, as I lay down and close my eyes, appreciating the fact that the pain from my stomach is now gone for the most part. He sits down on the bed next to me, and I can feel his eyes on me. Suddenly, I feel his hand on my forehead, and I open my own eyes to look at him.

"Is it a fever?" I ask weakly.

"I can't tell," he says. "You could just be hot from getting sick. I'll check again once you've cooled down from that."

I nod a bit and close my eyes again, but I can still feel him watching me.

"We both ate the same thing yesterday," he says, more to himself. "I don't think that's it."

"It's probably just a virus," I say.

"Yeah," he says quietly. "Probably."

Just as I open my eyes, he stands up, telling me that he is going to get water for me. I take a deep breath, hoping that the pain and nausea doesn't come back. But either way, I still feel weak. When Tobias comes back in, he puts the glass of water on the bedside table and sits back down before he places his hand on my forehead again. I look up at him, as he frowns.

"You don't feel hot anymore," he says. "I don't think it's a fever."

"Well, whatever it is, it's not a big deal." He gives me a disbelieving look, and I roll my eyes. "If it lasts for more than two days, we'll go to a doctor, okay?"

"All right, fine," he sighs. "Two days, that's it."

I smile weakly, as he pulls the blanket toward me.

"Deal."


It turns out that there isn't very much to do when you call out of work and your husband wants you to stay in bed to make sure you don't get sick again. He even almost called out just so that he could watch over me, but I convinced him that I would be fine on my own. Eventually, I ended up looking through the photo album that our friends put together as a wedding gift. Some of the pictures are of everyone, and some of the pictures are just Tobias and I.

I smile, as I look through them. One of the pictures is the one that Shauna took when she caught us kissing on New Year's Eve. It is fairly dark except for the fireworks illuminating the sky. Only our silhouettes are visible. It really is beautiful.

I laugh, as I find the picture that Zeke took at his house, that one night that Tobias passed out in Uriah's room, and Uriah decided to climb into bed with him. When Tobias first saw it, he whined that he wanted to throw it out, but I refused.

There is a picture of me sitting on Uriah's bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Apparently, when I was high on Peace, I begged Tobias to take a picture of me. I don't remember that, but he showed me this picture as proof when I told him that I didn't believe him.

The next picture is a picture of Christina and I dressed up for the school dance. That was the night that I finally let myself tell Tobias how I felt about him. I find myself wishing that I had a picture of that moment.

On the next page, there is only one picture. A younger version of Marlene and Shauna smile back at me while Lynn sits next to them, only a half-smile on her face. Apparently, the picture was a gift from Lynn because she didn't want to keep holding onto it forever. She gave it to me so that I could remember Marlene in a time when she was truly happy.

I can't help but laugh, as I reach the picture of Bud and me, Bud wearing a confused look on his face. That was the day when there were barely any customers, so I decided to teach him what a "selfie" is.

There is a picture of myself and Uriah onstage at the talent show that he forced me to sing for. I cannot help but feel proud of myself for performing even though I was terrified.

Toward the end, there are only pictures of Tobias and I. One of us at his high school graduation, one of us sitting together on the beach from when we went on the road trip with our friends, one in Zeke's old dorm room for Halloween, one in Amar's house on Christmas holding up the "Beauty" and "Beast" shirts that he gave us, one that was taken right before my senior Prom, multiple pictures from our honeymoon.

The very last picture is a picture from our wedding. But it is not a staged picture. Instead, it is a candid of us, holding onto each other, just smiling at each other. I smile down at it and run my fingers over the page lightly until I hear the front door open.

I look up, and moments later, Tobias walks through the bedroom door. He smiles, as his eyes land on the album in my lap, and he sits down next to me and puts his arm around me.

"Reminiscing, are we?" he says before pressing his lips to my temple. "Feeling any better?"

"A bit," I say.

"Because if you still don't feel good tomorrow, I'm allowed to take you to the doctor," he reminds me.

"I know, I know." I sigh, as I look back down at the album. "We'll see."

"Guess what," he says, making me look up at him.

"What?"

"Amar and I talked today," he says, his lips curling into a smile. "And apparently, he's going to take a drive to see George."

"What, really?" I ask excitedly.

At our wedding, Tobias told me about the encounter between Amar and George when they first met. And when we came back from our honeymoon, Tori told me about her plan to get them together. I am surprised that it took this long for them to finally spend time together without Tori, but I am glad that they finally worked it out nonetheless.

"It's about time, isn't it?" he says.

"About time." I nod before smiling up at him. "Maybe we'll be at their wedding next."


The next morning, I sit in the waiting room of the doctor's office. Unfortunately, when I woke up this morning, I was sick again. And we did have a deal, that he could take me to the doctor if the sickness lasted more than two days, so here we are. We wait there quietly for a few minutes before my name is finally called. I stand up, and Tobias takes my hand, making me look down at him.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" he asks.

"No, I'll be fine." I smile reassuringly at him. "You can wait here."

He nods and lets go of my hand reluctantly, so I follow the nurse through the doorway that leads into the back hallway. She ushers me into one of the rooms and tells me to sit down on the chair. The paper covering the chair crinkles, as I settle down into it. As I sit there, she asks me all the necessary questions. If I have any allergies, when my last cycle was, and so many more questions.

"Any chance you could be pregnant?" she asks finally.

"No." She glances at me from the corner of her eye before she continues writing in the file. "Definitely not."

"Well," she says, as she sets her pen down and looks at me. "Let's just see."


Four POV


It feels like I have been sitting in this waiting room for hours, though I know it couldn't possibly have been that long. I find myself tapping my foot on the ground nervously, as I stare at the small television in the corner of the waiting room, though I'm not really paying attention to it.

I have no idea what has been causing Tris to get sick like this. But my mind seems to be supplying me with the worst case scenarios.

Luckily, before I can think myself into a panic attack, the nurse who came to get Tris opens the door and looks at me.

"Sir, your wife asked for you to come back with her," she says.

I nod, as I stand up a little too quickly and follow her back into the next hallway. She opens up the door leading to one of the rooms and gestures for me to go in without saying a word. I thank her, as I walk in. It is only when she closes the door behind me that I realize that she is not coming in with me. But I don't have much time to wonder why. Because as soon as I walk into the room, I see Tris sitting on the chair, her mouth just barely open, as she stares at the floor. I can feel worry consuming me again, as I take in the look on her face.

"Tris?" I say softly. "What's wrong?"

"Tobias..." she croaks.

But she says nothing else. The look on her face scares me. She won't look at me, she is just staring off into space, seemingly shocked. I move to stand directly in front of her so that she has no choice but to meet my eyes, as I envelope her hands in mine.

"Tris," I say more urgently this time. "What is it?"

She presses her lips together before letting out a deep breath. She shakes her head a bit, her eyes never leaving mine. Her voice is barely a whisper when she finally speaks.

"I'm pregnant."