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My head feels like it's filled with sand, and when I open my heavy eyelids I can see a shadow of someone standing outside of my cell.

"Tris…" I slur.

I hear keys clanking against the cell and I try to get my vision to focus on the person who is now standing next to my cot.

"Tris…" I slur again.

"It's Hector, man. I'm here." He says quietly, "Let me help you sit up."

"Did you know?" I ask.

"Let's sit up and get you focused." Hector offers his has and I take it, letting him drag me into a sitting position on the bed.

"How long have I been out?" I ask.

"All night, the therapist is here now for your appointment." Hector says and I stand up, swaying on my feet slightly.

"Tris is here, I need to talk to her." I slur again. I shake my head to try to clear it but everything seems to be moving in slow motion, "How much of this shit did you all give me?" I ask.

"Too much..." I hear Hector murmur.

"What we were ordered to," Ames says as he joins Hector in my cell, "If you'd stop being combative towards us maybe we wouldn't have to. Now be a good boy and let us chain you up," I flop back down onto the bed so they can chain my ankles and wrists, and I sluggishly follow behind them as they lead me down the hall for my appointment.

I feel like I'm walking through quicksand and putting one foot in front of the other is damn near impossible. I stumble over my chains, and Ames roughly shoves me back towards Hector.

"Coulter, get it together." He growls and yanks me back upright.

I'm pushed into the room and I look for Tris, but instead I see Johanna Reyes sitting in her place.

"No, no, no…." I pull my chains away from Hector and Ames, "Where is Tris?" I ask angrily.

"She's unable to be here Eric, I'll be conducting your sessions until she can return." She smiles warmly at me but I shake my head.

"You knew she had my kid?" I slur. Ames' eyes jerk up to me and he tries again to remove my chains.

"Coulter, behave, this is your last warning." He warns but I turn and move away from him. I can feel Hector's hand on my arm and I turn away from him and back towards Johanna.

"You knew?" I ask her again.

"Eric, for us to talk, you have to allow them to remove your chains. Please." She says calmly.

"No." I shake my head and once again a wave of dizziness washes over me, "No!" I yell and I pull away from Ames and Hector, "Get me out of here… I won't see her!"

"Eric, please…." I can hear Johanna but now she sounds far away. I begin struggling against the guards, and I feel myself once again being pulled out of the room.

As soon as they have me back in my cell, there's an orderly waiting for me and I see the needles.

"No. No more…" I beg.

"I told you to listen. Fucking learn your place." Ames says angrily before everything goes black again.

We repeat the same process for the next five days in a row, each time I'm woken up long enough to be dragged to the conference room that Tris and I have our sessions in, each day I see it's Johanna and refuse to talk.

Then they sedate me.

Right now, I'm only pretending to be asleep, but the heaviness I feel under the peace serum is here.

I know I have a son. I heard her on the phone, his name is Miles Andrew Coulter, and he's mine. It's been over nine years since Tris and I had sex in Erudite, and she's been raising my kid alone. I can't believe she never told me. I keep seeing a child in my dreams. My child.

I hear my name being called outside of my cell and I turn over. Hector and Cuffee are here to take me down to my appointment and they begin to chain me up. I don't fight, I don't even really feel. I let them lead me to the conference room and I'm prepared to turn around but I see her.

Tris is back.

"You staying or going Coulter?" Cuffee asks.

"Is he ok?" I ask Tris and she nods, "We can go." I say to Cuffee.

"Eric, please stay," She stands and moves towards me. Cuffee stands between her and me, "Please stay, and I will answer any questions you have. I promise you, I will hold nothing back. Please don't derail your entire case. You can get out of here."

"I told you I don't want to be out." I slur.

"Coulter, you either sit down and talk or we go, I'm not standing in here for family fucking therapy." Cuffee says.

"Please, he wants you in his life." Tris begs.

She might as well have slapped me in the face, "He knows about me?" I ask and she nods again.

"Let's go," The guard pulls him.

"I want to stay." I reply and I hold my arms out to have my cuffs unlocked. Cuffee sighs loudly, but removes my chains, then shoves me in the chair and leaves the room, letting the heavy door slam behind him, "He knows who I am?" I hate the slur in my voice, but I can't help it with how much they've been drugging me.

"Yes."

"And you're sure he's my kid?" I ask.

"Yes." She replies angrily.

"How the fuck are you going to get pissed at me? You were married to someone else right after we were together. The timing is there for it to possibly be his kid."

"I never had sex with Four." She says.

I feel myself fighting the serum, getting a small taste of sobriety. I actually cannot believe what she's saying, "You and Four, never had sex, even after you married him?"

"No."

"Why?" I ask.

"Why do you care?" She asks angrily, "I told you I'd answer your questions but it's not necessary for you to tear me down while you do it." I reply as evenly as possible.

"So you marry him, never consummate, and turned up pregnant. That's why he left?"

"I told him what had happened between us in Erudite, and he was understandably angry and he left. I was served with divorce papers, which we were actually able to turn into an annulment, and he married Christina as soon as it was final." She replies stoically.

"Wow." I try to pull my unruly hair back, and Tris passes me an elastic so I can pull it up into a bun, "That was fucked up, on both of their parts. I didn't know they had it in them."

"I'd prefer to not talk about them, I've respected your boundaries. Will you respect mine?" She asks.

I narrow my eyes at her, but I nod. My head swims again and I try to focus on fighting this serum.

"So he's nine years old right?" I ask and she nods, "You gave him my last name?"

"I would never deny who you are to him." She replies.

"His name is Miles Andrew, right?" I ask and she nods, "Andrew for your dad. Why Miles?"

"It was what separated us from you." She answers quietly, "I wanted you to know. I came here every week, until you were moved. I never knew where you were since I wasn't on your authorized contacts. I just knew we were miles apart, physically and mentally. It stuck."

"I like that," I reply, "He knows that I'm here?"

"Miles knows about the war, they've touched on it at school during his history lessons. He knows that you're his father, and that you're here." She explains.

"He must be so disappointed in me." I sigh and scrub at my beard with my hands.

"Not at all. I told him that we made him, together, during a very scary and intense time in which his daddy was saving his mommy. He knows you saved my life. You've never been off-limits in our home."

"I can't believe the one and only time I was actually able to have sex I get someone pregnant." I shake my head.

"What?" She gapes at me, "You were a virgin too?"

"Yeah."

"How..." She begins.

"Not today, Tris," I interrupt her. I can't go down that road, not today.

"Ok." She agrees.

"Who watches him when you can't?" I ask.

"His Nana and Grampy, mostly his Grampy, but that's it." She replies.

"His Nana and Grampy?" I furrow my brow. She said both of her parents were dead, who the hell is she talking about?

"Johanna and her husband Pedro, they are practically my parents now, and Miles considers them his grandparents." She explains.

"You trust them alone with him?"

"I trust them implicitly," She replies, "They were there from the beginning. I was in a dark place for a while, but Johanna, Pedro and Miles saved me. I wanted to tell you."

"Why didn't you try harder then?"

"I showed up here almost every visitation day, you refused me!" She argues.

"If you had of told someone why you were fucking here maybe I wouldn't have!"

"That's how you wanted to find out? A random guard letting you know there was a girl waiting in the visitor room to tell you she was knocked up? Then, you were moved, and no one would tell me shit Eric."

"They would have if you had of told them you were having my kid Tris."

"I wanted to talk to you about it. I was barely seventeen years old, I was confused, I was scared, and I just wanted to talk to you. I didn't know what to do. Can't you take just a little bit of personal responsibility on this? I came here every time to see you and you refused me. Why?"

"I refused everyone, I told you that already." I retort.

"Why though?"

"Stop. I'm asking the questions now Tris, not you." I am getting pissed and I can feel myself building the rage I need to fight this fucking serum, "How am I supposed to be someone's father?"

"You just start. He knows who you are-" She begins but I interrupt.

"He knows what you have told him. He doesn't know me. You don't even know me."

"I do know some things, Eric. I know you risked your own life to save mine. I know that you treated me with respect during our sexual encounter. I know that you were not a cooperative part of Jeanine's plans. I know you tried to stop her. I know that you shouldn't be here." She replies softly.

"What happened to Miles, the day you had to leave for an emergency?"

"His school had to call the paramedics, his appendix had burst. He had emergency surgery in Erudite, and they removed his appendix and treated the infection. He spent three days in the hospital and has been home recovering all week, and he's doing really well." She explains.

"I'm glad to hear that. I wouldn't have known what to do." The slur is back, and it pisses me off.

"You learn, I was seventeen when I had him, and clueless. Johanna and Pedro have helped us so much." She replies.

"Why did you decide to keep him?"

"I couldn't not have him. I wanted to make decisions for him with you. Even if you and I weren't together, I thought we could make decisions together." She replies.

"Yeah, I can be father of the year from here." I shake my head.

She slides a bakery box over to me and I spot the large slice of chocolate cake sitting in its own container. I pull that out of the box and she passes me a fork.

"Tell me about him," I command and she begins talking while I eat my cake.

She goes over some of the highlights of my son's life, a son I never knew I had, and a son that I've missed nine years with.

"Do you have pictures of Miles?" I ask and she nods, she brings up an album on her iPad and passes it to me.

I flip through the hundreds of pictures, seeing him from a baby to the boy he is now. He's happy, smiling or posing for the camera, and then others are candid shots.

He's the child I keep seeing in my dreams.

"He looks just like me," I voice my inner thoughts, "Even his haircut."

"He would take your picture to the barber," She replies softly, "He wanted his daddy's cut. Ironically enough, he's decided to grow it longer because he saw your latest prison picture."

"Has he had a father figure in his life?" I ask.

"Pedro is his male role model, and he knows about you of course."

She's being vague again.

"So in over nine years you haven't had a boyfriend?" I spit sarcastically.

"I did have someone I was in a relationship with for several years. He was in Miles life, and they remain close, but he never tried to take your place as his father."

"Do I know this someone?" I ask and she nods.

"Jack Kang."

"You fucking dated the guy who put me here?" I yell.

"Jack never wanted you here. Your refusal to cooperate put you here Eric. My personal life shouldn't concern you…"

"It should if you jump out of my bed into his…"

"You completely cut me off..."

"Fuck you, Tris." I spit as I stand up, "I never got a chance because you fucking married someone else as soon as you could!"

"Do you think I wanted to marry Four? I was so fucked up that I would have done almost anything to get over what happened..."

"You had a choice! Did it ever occur to you to follow up with Johanna to see if I was alive before you married someone else?" I breathe.

"It was just good dick, Eric, that's what you told me right?" She spits.

"You have no idea what that was to me! You just couldn't be alone for five fucking minutes, could you Tris? You couldn't give me a chance to recover and come back to you, fuck no you married the first person you saw..."

"Come back to me? I never even knew you'd want me. You never told me anything!"

"You also never gave me a chance to! Back in Dauntless, when I was sorting through my feelings you ran to Four! After I almost died on that fucking train, you ran back to Four! Then when that mother fucker didn't want to raise my kid, you found someone who would, one that wanted me in this place so he could do so!" I yell.

"I most certainly did not! Miles was three years old when Jack and I got together, and he was seven when we broke up. Jack was a father figure to Miles, and he remains one, and he helped me to talk to Miles about you. He helped me explain to our son that his father wasn't a bad man, and that you didn't deserve to be here. He kept you in our son's life, and he continues to do so." She yells back.

"If you hadn't of married Four, this would have all been different!" I yell and she just gapes at me, "You shouldn't have fucking married him!"

"Do you think I don't know that? Congratulations Eric, it's the second fucking thing we've agreed on since we started these sessions!"

I didn't expect her to say that.

"What's going on here?" Cuffee asks as he bursts into the room.

"We're fine. I just went too far." Tris replies.

"Coulter?"

"Yeah, we're just fucking great." I spit.

"No more yelling, if I can hear you two in the hall, it ends, got it?" I nod and he leaves the room.

"So you didn't want to marry Four?" I press.

"I don't want to talk about him."

"You don't get to decide what we talk about today, I do." I growl, "It's fine Tris, I'll just take a page out of your play book, and we can just come back later to you marrying a man less than two days after fucking me."

"I'm not doing this with you..."

"Oh, but you are Tris, now you can tell me how you fucked up your next relationship, did you cheat on Jack too?"

"Fuck you Eric." She spits.

"Answer the question."

I watch her steel herself before answering, "Jack proposed and I said no. He's nine years older than me, and at that point it was obvious that we were at different places in life. We ended the relationship. We are friends, and he remains in Miles' life."

"Did you love him?"

"I care about Jack, but no longer in a romantic way. The relationship he and I had was important for both of us, but the friendship that grew from it was even more important. He will always be a part of mine and Miles' life." She replies.

"I don't know what you expect from me here, Tris."

"I want you to work towards getting out of here so that you can be physically be present in Miles' life. He needs a father."

I can't be the father Jack can be. He's smart, professional, financially stable, and most importantly he's free.

He's everything I'm not.

"He has Jack, who can give him the world."

"Jack is not his father. He needs you!"

"What if I don't want to be a father? What if I don't want to be in his life? What if I'm fucking content being here? You don't get to decide for me. You can't just show up here with a kid and make me a dad. You already have someone playing Daddy, someone who is a hell of a lot better than me, and can give you and that kid the world. I'm not father material," I jump up and bang on the door, I'm done with this shit.

"You already are a father, you can't change that Eric."

I move towards her and throw the elastic on the table, "I'm no one's fucking father, I'm a fucked up piece of shit, that kid is better off without me. Jack's already raising him, go back to him and leave me alone."

"Eric, please don't do this. What am I supposed to tell Miles?" She cries.

"That's your problem, not mine. Maybe you shouldn't have told him about me, just like you didn't tell me about him." I scream at her.

Cuffee chains me up and drags me out of the room. I look around for Hector, but he's nowhere to be found. I feel the needle being stuck into my neck, and once again the world around me disappears.