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Chapter 12

She's having a baby

Tobias' POV

From the moment I found out that Tris was indeed pregnant I knew I had to pull myself together and man up. Should we have been more careful and thought things through? Yes, but it's a little too late for that now. We have another little one on the way. Which means I have another life to keep safe.

Of course last time around was nothing like this time. I remember like it was yesterday...We had been married for seven months and we were extremely happy. Suddenly Tris wasn't feeling well. I was instantly worried, the thought that something serious could be wrong with her and that I might lose her made me very anxious and scared as hell. Tris thought I was being paranoid and overreacting, but she refused to go to the doctors. I sent her home from work and told her that I would pick up Ethan on my way home. I wanted her to go to bed and get some rest. But when I got home she was nowhere to be found. She wasn't on the couch or on our bed so I started to panic. Where could she have gone? I finally found her puking her guts out in the master bathroom.

"That's it, I'm taking you to the hospital to get checked out," I had demanded of her. There was no way in hell that she was going to change my mind. I knew something wasn't right and she was just trying to downplay it. After all she is my stubborn wife, she is always taking care of everyone else and she forgets about herself.

"Tobias... I'm okay, really. I don't need to go to the hospital," she said but she was so weak, she could barely lift her head.

"That's bullshit and you know it! You can barely move. Something is wrong, Tris. I'm taking you to the hospital whether you like it or not," I had said. There was no way I was backing down from this. I turned around to get her a change of clean clothes. While I was at it, I thought about calling Shauna to ask her to come over and watch Ethan. I didn't want to add the sight of his mother in the care of Doctors to his anxiety.

"Tobias, what are you doing?" Tris asked as she came shuffling out of the bathroom making her way to the bed. She looked so pale, the sight of her just added more concern to the pile of my worries. At that point I didn't care if I had to throw her on my back... She was going to the hospital.

"I'm calling Shauna to have her come over and sit with Ethan while I take you to the hospital. Here put these on." I was no longer asking. I was demanding.

"Tobias, stop. Put the phone down, I don't need to go to the hospital," she lets out a long sigh. "I already know what's wrong with me," she says, looking down at her hands that are sitting on her lap. She had one leg under her, while the other leg hung off the bed. Even sick and in her PJ's with her hair in a messy bun, she still took my breath away. Wait! Did she just say that she knew what was wrong with her and she didn't tell me? She let me worry, when she already knew. Was it that serious that she didn't tell me?

"What? You already know what's causing this and you didn't tell me?" I moved, taking a seat next to her while holding both of her hands between my own. " Love, what's going on?" I asked, I remember feeling so desperate to know and trying to figure out how to fix it. What if I couldn't fix it though?

"I didn't know how to tell you," she began, she still couldn't look at me. I lifted her chin with my finger waiting for her to look at me and continue. "I'm... I'm pregnant, Tobias."

"What?"

So many thoughts ran through my head at once. The possibilities that my head might explode did occur to me. Pregnant. My wife was carrying my child. Our child. A new life that we created together from the love that we shared.

Thoughts about the boxes of Plan B and how I used to keep them under the sink cabinet in case my condoms ever broke... And how I threw all of them away when I moved in with Tris and Ethan. I had thoughts about the first time Tris and I made love with no protection. We were both a little drunk, but the next morning we had no regrets. We were married after all. After that night we didn't even bother worrying about protection. I loved the thought of being inside of her with no barrier between us. It was something new for me, as I had always worn condoms. It only made my cravings for her that much greater.

Pregnant? Why didn't she tell me? Did she not want the baby? Was she scared to tell me because she was afraid of how I would react to the news?

"Love, why didn't you tell me?" I asked her.

"Because I... I was scared," she admitted to me through her sobs of tears. She feared my reaction, because the first two pregnancies that she announced to Eric didn't turn out well. She knew I don't do kids, but I do Ethan. What if I couldn't do this baby? I had to explain to Tris that I do Ethan because I love him. I love his mother, she is a part of him, therefore I love him too. Just like she will be a part of this baby and I would love him or her just as much

I did have my reservations about being a dad again. I wasn't around when Ethan was a baby, I had never had any experience with them. What if I did something wrong? What do they eat? How do I hold it? But Tris eased those reservations, just like I eased hers. We both agreed to work together as a team and always talk things out.

Of course back then our baby news spread like wildfire, as Shauna must have picked up on the little hints before I even did that Tris was pregnant. She of course in return told Zeke who told everyone else. By the time Tris and I were ready to tell everyone... It was old news to them. Sure they were happy for us, but still it would have been nice to be the first ones to tell them all. I wonder if Shauna has picked up on a few hints since she has been here this morning? I internally smile, hoping that this time Tris and I can be the ones to announce our little addition to the gang.

Tris and I have always talked about having more children, letting nature take its course and letting whatever happens, happens. Even though this couldn't be the worse timing, I am still overjoyed to find out that we are expecting. My wife is pregnant with my child, a child that I put in there. Tris says it's the caveman in me, I don't care what she calls it, that baby is a mixture of both me and the woman that I love…And the passionate love making that we experienced together.

We didn't waste any time, from the moment Tris finally calmed down from the sudden shock, I helped her into bed and told her to relax. She obviously had a stressful morning dealing with the thoughts that played in her head and worrying about how I would react to the news… I don't want her or the baby stressing out too much. It's just not good for either one of them right now. I am determined to do my part in this, to see that she and the baby are taken care of. She insisted like she always does that she had to go downstairs and help with getting the groceries put away. I didn't budge, I told her that she needed to rest and calm down. I had to promise her that I would take care of everything downstairs and that I had everything under control.

Yeah right, I had everything under control? With both of the Pedrad brothers downstairs with all of the food right in front of them, both Tris and I knew better than that garbage. But still I had to try. Right? I rushed downstairs, leaving Tris curled up in bed trying to settle herself. I made it just in time to see Maddy on the floor with a large bag of cheddar cheese puffs poured all over her lap and Ethan already prying open a box of fruit rollups that is in the shape of dinosaurs. I glance around to find Uriah already stuffing his face with some Doritos and Zeke who has decided to make himself a very large sandwich. The grocery bags are all forgotten on the floor, not to mention that they are still filled with food.

"Guys," I say, catching their attention. What the fuck? I gesture down to the bags of groceries, silently asking them what the hell is going on.

"Oh yeah, we weren't sure where all of it should go," Zeke answers, while licking the mayo off of a knife. Seriously? Uriah nods, while shoving another handful of chips into his mouth. Is it really that hard to figure out where shit should go?

"Where is Shauna and Marlene?" I ask, just as Shauna is walking in with her hands full of bags. I can't help but feel the sudden responsibility of having six children instead of two. Do I have to keep tabs on everyone in this place?

"We're doing all of the work," Shauna says, I can see that she is itching to slap the back of Zeke's head like she always has when he gets her upset. But one glance at my children, has her biting her lip and walking right back out.

"Yup, ask me again why we can't have kids, Uriah?" Marlene blurts out adding more bags to the already growing pile on the floor.

"Because I'm enough for the both of us. I'm cute, funny and I can eat for four," he says. It sounds almost accurate, minus the cute part. I can't help but roll my eyes, while throwing my hands up in the air. I can feel the sudden weight on my shoulders, having to deal with the two immature Pedrad brothers, on top of my two kids and now a pregnant wife.

"What's up with you man?" Uriah asks, finally giving his attention to something other than the chips being shoved into his face. "You look stressed."

"Oh jeez, ya think?" I say, turning away and walking out of the cabin to help the girls.

"Well at least one of you knows how to be a gentleman," Shauna says, handing me one of the many cases of water, she turns back towards the van grabbing another case, I signal for her to place that one on top of the one I'm already carrying. It's no big deal, I can take it.

"Yeah. Well, the faster we get this done, the faster we can get this crap put away," I say, I can't help but hear the exhaustion that I feel in my voice. It's going to be a very long day.

"Where's Tris? Is she alright?" Marlene asks, filling her arms once again with more bags. Jeez, how much food did they buy? Then again, thats a stupid question.

"Yeah, she's resting," I answer, not sure whether to tell them the truth or not. I think it should be something that we tell them together, when we are ready to say it.

"Is she alright?" Marlene asks, concerned. I love how close Marlene and Tris have become the past few months. No doubt they have been leaning on each other to keep their sanity.

"Yeah, she just feels funky. I'm sure it's no big deal," I say, trying to act like it's no big deal that my wife is in bed, resting, because she's pregnant.

I turn, carefully walking up the three steps into the already open door and then down the flight of stairs that lead into the main part of the house. I continue walking, making sure I don't accidentally step on something or for that matter Maddy, who is still playing with the cheese puffs all over her lap. I'm not cleaning that shit up.

"Oh let me help you there," Zeke says, tearing apart the top of one of the water cases and taking one bottle out. What the fuck! I watch as he slowly twists the top off and downs the fucking water. I'm still standing there with my arms full of the two cases of water that I'm carrying. Asshole!

"Zeke a little help here, please," Shauna says, bringing in more bags. She stands up straight, looking at him with rage in her eyes and her hands on her hips. I have no doubt in my mind at this point that if he doesn't do what she asks, he might actually wake up one of these mornings with his testicles cut off. We finally get the van all emptied out and begin to get all the groceries put away when Tris finally makes it downstairs to us. She looks paler than when I left her. I can't help the sudden alarm that washes over me. Is she alright? Is it the baby? I remember with Maddy she was always sick in the beginning of her pregnancy. Infact, I remember having to threaten to take her to the hospital before she finally told me, having no other choice.

"Woah Tris, are you okay? You don't look so hot," Uriah says, with his mouth full of chips. Seriously? Couldn't he have swallowed all that first. I think I might even barf.

"I think she should see a doctor," I comment, giving Tris a way out so we don't have to tell anyone about the baby just yet. She gives me a small appreciative smile, as she undoubtedly is not ready to tell everyone the news just yet.

"We can call Doctor Parker, see if he wouldn't mind seeing you again," Uriah chimes in, pulling out one of the burner phones from the drawer in the kitchen. He begins to dial what I assume is Doctor Parker's number. I can feel everyone's eyes on Tris and I as they are all wondering what the hell is going on.

We were able to get an appointment pretty quickly. I wasn't too sure what Uriah told Doctor Parker the reason for our visit, but whatever it was worked like a charm. Within an hour we found ourselves in the Doctor's office waiting to be seen next.

"Mrs. Fitzgerald," the nurse in pink scrubs calls out from the open door. I stand a little too quickly, before turning to help my already standing wife. I guess she is just as eager as I am to see the doctor. I place my right hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards the door. Thankfully Uriah insisted that he would stay in the van and wait till we were finished. With the death of his father long ago, his fear of hospitals and clinics has grown. Unless it's life threatening, he would rather not enter a hospital at all. Hell, he would do just about anything to assure that he, himself, doesn't need a doctor. I think if he needed to, he would even operate on himself just to avoid a hospital.

"Well hello there again, Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald, what can I do for you today?" Doctor Parker asks, smiling with his clipboard in his hand.

"I... Um... Took a pregnancy test at home," Tris, I mean Mrs. Fitzgerald says. I can hear the hesitation in her words. Tris has always been very self conscious about herself, back home she would always prefer a female doctor at all times, but right now I'm afraid we can't make that happen.

The doctor nods, taking his seat on a stool with wheels. He begins asking Tris about her medical, sexual and menstrual cycle history. He then continues to order a urine sample, pap examine and an ultrasound. He leaves the room just as quickly as he came in.

I take Tris' hand as she sits frozen on the examining table. I wonder if she is still worried about being pregnant during such a rough time. I can't help but hope that she is just slightly happy about having another baby with me.

"You are offly quiet over there," I say, squeezing her hand. I want her to know I'm here and that I support and love her.

"I'm just trying to stay calm," she says, placing her other hand on her stomach.

"Do you… Do you not want this baby?" I finally ask the question that is on my mind. I know what she said in the bathroom about not being able to "get rid" of it, but I can't help but feel that it would be more like an obligation and not a blessing at that point.

I think back to when I used to think pregnancies were just that, an obligation. Hell, I would make sure those obligations never existed for me. I would keep countless amounts of condoms and morning after pills in my dresser just in case… I was thankful that I never needed them as I always made sure to wrap my shit up. But still, I was prepared to deal with those obligations. But all that thinking went out the window when Tris and I got married, I no longer thought that way. Our love changed me, Tris changed me. I can't help but see pregnancies as a miracle, evidence of how much we love each other.

"I do. Of course I do. How could you ask me that?" Tris says, interrupting my thoughts. I can't help the joy that I feel from hearing those words.

"I just needed to make sure, that's all. I know the timing is bad-"

"The timing is awful," she corrects me. I can't agree more. I turn myself towards her, smiling at my gorgeous pregnant wife.

"But still, I want to make sure that you are as happy about having another baby as I am." I can't help the smile that creeps up on my face as I place my other hand that isn't holding hers, over her hand that rests against her still flat belly. Although if this pregnancy is anything like when she was pregnant with Maddy, her belly won't be flat for long. Yup the timing is terrible, but it's definitely a blessing.

It doesn't take long for the nurse to come in and escort Tris across the hallway to the private bathroom for her to take the urine sample. Of course I stay rooted in my chair, waiting as patiently as I can. I can't help my knee that keeps bouncing up and down, along with the thrumming of my fingers on my thigh, as all sorts of thoughts race through my mind. What if Tris isn't pregnant? What if the test was a false positive? Should we go on the pill? Condoms? What if she is pregnant? I know I want this baby. I already feel the love I have for it… No matter what. But can we keep him or her safe? I think of the plate that we have that is already so full. We are in the middle of training Tris, will she have to stop? We are already training Ethan to help protect his little sister… Shit the kids. Will they even be okay with this?

Before long, Tris walks back in with the nurse in tow. She orders Tris to change into a paper gown leaving the open side in the front. She and the doctor will be right in. I take a deep breath, I really hate how visibly uncomfortable Tris has just become. I know from her pregnancy with Maddy, Tris has always hated this part of the pregnancy. She always said something about laying on her back and opening up wide for someone to look in and shove things in there was the worst part. At least at that time, we had a woman doctor, it made it a little more comfortable. I stand up, helping Tris take her shoes off. There's nothing sexual about what I'm doing, I just want to help out anyway that I can and make things feel more comfortable for her.

Once Tris has lost her shirt, jeans, panties and her bra… I continue feeling useful by folding them for her and tucking her bra and panties between her clothes for her like she has done in the past. After all this isn't my first rodeo with her and I fear it won't be the last. Not if I can't learn to keep my hands to myself… The way my wife is, I doubt that will ever happen.

I take my rightful place next to her, standing and holding her hand as she sits awkwardly in her paper gown. She tries to hold it closed with her other hand, as shivers run up and down her body. No doubt it's from the cold temperature in this room. Finally we hear two knocks at the door, before it slowly creeks open. The nurse is the first one to open the door and peek in making sure that Tris is decent and ready for them to enter. She quickly apologizes and gets Tris a blanket when she sees my wife is shivering. The Doctor on the other hand gets right to work, pulling up a small metal table with various instruments on it, as he also pulls up the stool and sits down before my wife.

"Alright Tris, lay back and place your feet up," he says, while putting on gloves. The nurse assists with opening up the stirrups for Tris and helps guide her feet in place. I can't help but swallow down loudly the lump in my throat. I know the act isn't close to being sexual but still, there is something really awkward about your wife laying down, her legs up in the air and a man between her legs… Its just not right. He performs the procedure pretty quickly, explaining what he is about to do before actually doing it. The nurse supervises and helps him anyway that she can. I hold Tris' hand while standing by her head, trying to comfort her as best as I can. The doctor stands up, telling Tris that he is all done. He removes his gloves and washes his hands as the nurse pulls over the ultrasound table. He lowers Tris' blanket and opens the gown but keeps my wife's breasts covered. He warns Tris of the cold gel right before he squeezes some on her and begins to move the wand over her stomach. He slides it slowly back and forth, hitting buttons on the keyboard and then there it is…The heartbeat. I remember hearing something similar to Maddy's, it was the most magical thing I have ever heard till now. "Heartbeat is 165. Perfect," he says, as he begins to measure the baby. I look to see, trying to make it out. I smile when I see the small little blip on the screen. I am overcome with love and devotion all at once. I lean in, kissing my wife lovingly as tears fall down her face.

"That's our baby," Tris whispers, her voice cracking. I wipe her tears.

"Our baby," I say. "I love you."

"I love you too," she says, as we turn back to the screen watching the little miracle that we made out of our love.

I sit down, rooted in my chair as Tris changes back into her clothing, I star at the pictures of Tris' ultrasound. I can't help the stupid goofy smile on my face. I can't help it, even if I tried. Seven weeks, Tris is seven weeks pregnant. The baby is due around February 10th.

"How are we going to tell everyone?" Tris asks. Leave it up to her to worry about the strangest things, in the weirdest moments.

"Leave that up to me," I say with a small chuckle, having the greatest idea in the world.

A/N

Oh boy, can anyone guess what Tobias is up to? How do you think he and Tris will break the news to the others?

Till next time.

On that note, there are another 8 chapters left of this story.

Another story that will fall into the Divergent universe is being brainstormed and is already in the works. Along with some fun Holiday stories that are in the works as well.

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