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"What are we going to do?"

Tris bounded down the stairs, and her question caught me off guard. I paused the TV and removed my feet from the coffee table, taking a much more serious position.

"What do you mean?"

She began to pace the floor. "I'm pregnant, Tobias. By the time our wedding is decided on, I'll be too big to fit in my dress."

"We could get married after the baby gets here."

"I can't,"

I frowned. "Are you changing your mind? About marrying me?"

"No! No, never! I just—"

She was still pacing.

I was at her side in an instant, and put my hands on her waist, preventing her from pacing anymore. She was forced to look me in the eyes. With a gentle touch, I cupped her face in my hands.

"Tris," I laughed. "Why do we need a wedding?"

She choked back a sob, laughing instead.

"We don't need a wedding! We can just find a priest, do the ceremonial stuff, and that's it. It can be completely private."

"Let's do it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

She dragged me over to the couch and climbed into my lap. I kissed her and put a hand on her belly. There wasn't really a bump yet, but I could feel something. Her stomach was like.. firmer.

"So," she said. "No wedding? We'll just elope?"

"Right. We find a priest and say our vows, and then we're married."

Tris groaned. "I can't believe I was so worried."

"I think it's normal," I grinned. "Besides. We aren't public people. Eloping makes more sense anyway."

"What about our last names?"

"I had an idea."

She raised an eyebrow, kissing me softly. I pulled her slightly tighter to me. Not so tight that it would hurt, obviously.

"What if I took your last name?"

"My last name?" she repeated. "Tobias Prior, Four Prior. I like it. Are.. Do you not want me to take yours?"

"Well," I said. "I don't want Marcus to have the pleasure of passing his name down, and I like yours more anyway. Less bad memories, you know? Besides, I'd finally have a name I could tell people. Four Prior."

"Four and Tris Prior," she said, testing it.

"I like it."

"So do I."

"Anything else we need to talk about?"

She shrugged. "I think that's it for now. Lunch?"

"Of course."

And now, we were focusing on getting the initiates into a better physical state.

Most of them were weak and scrawny, not used to putting in this much effort. That would change.

These would be the future soldiers and police and guards of our city, and we were here to prepare them for that. To prepare them for anything. They needed to be able to protect themselves and others.

So we were starting with one hundred push ups.

There was a lot of grunting. A lot of it. And some profanity, along with other things.

Tris and I walked around, supervising things and making sure there were no sudden angry outbursts. So far so good. No one had dropped out yet.

"Only fifty more," Cleopatra muttered. "Forty-nine.. forty-eight.."

Lee and Luella were doing the best. Our training and their hard effort had apparently helped them out.

Tris met me over by the wall. "They aren't half bad. Other than all the complaining."

"They'll figure out that this is nothing soon enough. Give them time," I smirked, taking a sip of my water. "I think the training helped the girls."

"They're doing better, aren't they?"

"Lots."

Dinner came around quickly, and we dismissed the sweaty bunch of teenagers, allowing them to go rest for the night. But the break wouldn't last long. They'd be back at it as soon as the sun rose.

Tris and I walked slowly to the cafeteria, holding hands and talking. Talking about our elopement.

She'd gone off during training—claiming to have needed to speak to Tori—to talk to Dauntless priests. And she'd found one. This priest had made an appointment with us for this Saturday. That was in three days. In the meantime, Tris wanted me to find a ring. Clothes didn't matter.

"Let's not tell anyone," she said. "Chris will kill me."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, we can tell them afterwards, obviously. But how are we even supposed to explain it?"

"We could tell them the truth."

"What's the truth?"

"We wanted a private ceremony. Nothing special. Just for us. They'll forgive us. Besides, we are the first in the group to get married."

"I'll let you do the talking."

"You wouldn't!"

"Would I?"

As we walked into the cafeteria, I got a firm smack on the back of the head. It left me grinning like an idiot. I wasn't actually sure I had smiled this freely before Tris came along. We sat down and ate, talked and joked and laughed. We were asked about the wedding, but told them we were probably doing it after initiation.

I should have felt bad for lying, but I was already so used to it.

The hospital wing was practically empty.

Good.

Tris signed in at the desk while I stayed beside her, looking around.

Just like most hospitals, it smelled like cleaning supplies and was unbearably clean, especially for a Dauntless facility. Dauntless wasn't necessarily dirty, but it wasn't this clean.

Pulling me from my thoughts, Tris grabbed my hand and we were taken to a small room.

Inside was an odd looking machine connected to a somewhat large computer monitor. It reminded me of the control room in a way. Tris sat down in the already leaned back chair, crossing her legs. I sat in the chair beside her and held her hand.

"Tris and Four!" A woman, probably in her later fifties, greeted us. "How are you both doing?"

"We're great, Dr. Green." Tris grinned.

"Now," she said. "If you would, Tris, please pull your shirt up to your bra. Four? I'll let you rub this onto her stomach. Just a little."

She handed me a tub of some kind of gel, and once Tris had moved her shirt, I gently put a thin layer onto her stomach. Dr. Green advised me to wash my hands and waited until I was seated again to begin the ultrasound.

"Ready?"

We nodded as she waved the wand thing over Tris's stomach.

The screen lit up, showing a black and white picture.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized that was my child. I stared in awe. That was my baby, my child, my daughter or my son. That was the only picture I cared to look at.

"Wow," Tris said, wiping her eyes. "That's our baby?"

"That's your baby," Dr. Green confirmed. "Now, would you like to hear his or her heartbeat?"

"Please,"

All of a sudden, I could hear a fast thump.. thump.. thump coming from the computer. I just laughed hysterically and kissed Tris quickly, soaking in the sound of my child's heartbeat.

I couldn't tell if this was happiness I felt or sadness.

Tris and I would be parents—well, we already were, but it would be even more real. Someday, we'd have a little baby to hold and to love and to spoil and to kiss and to tell stories to. We were going to be a family.

A family.

Tris held my hand tightly.

"Now, Tris, it seems you're a little further along than we thought." Dr. Green said, wiping the gel from her stomach.

"How much further?"

"About two weeks, which puts you at ten weeks. It's very difficult to get an exact date of conception, so it's an estimate. But the baby appears to be perfectly healthy."

"Ten weeks? Wow." Tris frowned.

"We get to meet them sooner," I shrugged.

"When do we get to find out the gender?"

Dr. Green smiled. "Probably week eighteen, but it could be sooner. Patience is key."

Unfortunately, I wasn't the patient type.

Tris and I went back to the apartment, admiring the picture of the ultrasound we'd been given, which was worth all of the money in the world. We could look at it any time we wanted.

"I can't wait to meet them," I sighed.

She rubbed my back. "Just a couple months and we'll get to hold this little person. It'll be worth it, Toby."

"It better be,"

She laughed at my groan and took my hand, placing it on my stomach. It was still as firm as it had been the last time I'd touched it.

"Talk to the baby," she said. "I want them to know your voice."

"Okay.. uhm.."

I got down on my knees in front of her, and had her stand. I kept both hands on her waist, thumbs on her stomach. She let her hands wander through my hair.

"Hey, little person," I whispered. "It's Daddy. I've never done this before. Sorry."

Tris laughed, and her stomach shook.

"Someday we'll be best friends. I promise. I'll teach you to beat people up and how to be a great person. But right now, you need to grow. I love you, little person."