I'm not the owner of Divergent!

(I wish)

can i just say how sorry i am?

i haven't posted in.. weeks, and for that, i feel HORRIBLE.

life has definitely gotten in the way of my writing recently. i've had bandcamp (and if you do not know, i live in the us-specifically alabama. it is so hot outside. it's horrible and miserable and i'm sunburnt :)) and i've been reading so so so much more?! like i finished the entire grishaverse series.

but thank you guys for waiting!

i love you all

(and just keep in mind, i have NO intentions of abandoning either fanfic i'm working on!)

I snuck up behind Tris while she was cooking and wrapped my arms around her waist, planting a soft kiss and burying my nose into her neck. She giggled, and poked her elbow into my side gently. I brushed my nose against her jaw and her breath caught.

"Stop it," she breathed, swatting me away. "My parents are here, Tobias."

"I would never!"

"Then what exactly are you doing?"

I grabbed a biscuit from the plate she was done with, and ate it before she could take it out of my hands. "I'm here for the food, Beatrice."

"If our daughter is anything like you, I want a refund."

There were two quiet laughs from behind us, alerting us to the fact that we were, well, not alone. I was now glad I'd moved away from Tris a minute ago. That would've been awkward, right? Especially when it was her parents who would've been catching us.

"Hey, guys," Tris said. "How was your—"

"Four, babe, we've got a big problem!"

Zeke's voice rang through the apartment, and I could hear the front door slam. Andrew and Natalie shared a confused glance as Tris laughed to herself and I set down the uneaten half of my breakfast.

"Four!"

"In here!" I yelled back, and he came into the room, holding a beer in one hand. "What—"

He jumped onto the counter, and handed me the beer. I took a drink and handed it back as he unfolded whatever paper he'd had hidden away in his pocket. It was the adoption form for a dog.

"Zeke, what is that?"

He threw his arms up. "Shauna wants to get a dog! And I agreed to it! What if she wants a baby or something next?"

"You could use some practice," I shrugged. "What's so wrong with a dog?"

"Nothing! I love dogs."

"Have you considered that maybe Shauna just wants a dog? I think if she wanted a baby, she'd ask you for a baby, Zeke." Tris said, leaning against the counter, her belly much more highlighted in the tank top she wore.

He finally looked up, setting his eyes on the two people dressed in gray pajamas.

"Guys, you have.. No, that's not Marcus.. Oh! Tris, your parents are here! I didn't know your parents were here."

Tris rolled her eyes. "Mom, Dad, this is Zeke. He's a really good friend of ours."

After a quick introduction, Natalie and Andrew seemed a lot more okay with the fact that he'd just entered our apartment with no warning at all. We told them the basics—Zeke was my best friend and we'd met three years ago, he was Dauntless-born, and that he had a girlfriend named Shauna.

Zeke jumped off the counter. "Ready to see some kiddies cry, Four?"

"If you make any of them cry, I'll kill you," Tris said, but then proceeded to grunt. "I sound like an overprotective mom."

He laughed, but gave her a side-hug, to keep from hurting her.

Andrew frowned. "Tori dropped your suspension?"

"No," I said quickly. "But Tris is.. well, too pregnant to work and it be safe, and Tori thinks my experience with initiation is useful, so she's cutting me some slack. But Zeke is helping keep an eye on me."

Zeke winked. "I'll help hide the body."

We spent a good five hours recording, watching, re-watching, and submitting the fear simulation tapes of each initiate. No one was showing signs of Divergence, thankfully. Sending initiates off to their deaths was not my favorite part of this job.

Zeke leaned back in his chair as the last teenager left the room. "That only took all day."

"You sit in front of computers all day anyway," I smirked. "Is there really a difference between this and that?"

"Well, yeah."

"Like what?"

"I don't have to deal with sobbing teenagers. Or ones that are scared of absolutely ridiculous things. Like muffins! Who the hell has a fear of muffins?"

"I guess people who are scared of muffins."

He shoved me with his elbow and turned back to the computer with a grunt. "What do I need to do to this thing?"

"Exit the program and shut the computer off."

I turned back to the can of used needles and threw them away in the right bin, making sure they wouldn't stab someone on accident. That would probably be disastrous. And then I moved back to the empty vials, threw them away, and replaced them with new ones.

By the time Zeke and I were headed back up to our apartment with our lunch, it was probably one in the afternoon.

Apparently, everyone was here.

Tris and Shauna sat on the couch, Christina sitting between them with her arm around my wife's shoulders. Uriah was eating a piece of cake—as usual—while talking to Andrew and Natalie Prior.

Zeke and I sat down beside each other on the smaller couch—the loveseat, I think.

He leaned back, drinking some soft drink. "Tris, I'm gonna need you to pop that baby out a little sooner. This job is miserable."

"It's not that bad, Z," Uriah said. "At least you get to work with Four, and not this bundle of joy."

Christina threw her hands up.

Looking at Natalie and Andrew, I came to the realization that they looked pretty comfortable, considering they were Abnegation surrounded by a group of rambunctious Dauntless. I found myself wondering why Natalie had left again, because going from Dauntless to Abnegation was probably brain-rattling. On one side, you had bold and sometimes obnoxious individuals, and on the other you had quiet and reserved individuals.

"You're telling me Four is a happy person?" Christina snorted. "He's like an emotionless pile of bricks that could easily beat you to a pulp."

Zeke raised an eyebrow. "At least he doesn't talk as much as you."

"I hate you."

"I hate you too, sweetie pie."

"Four!"

I stopped, and Tori jogged over to me.

She handed me a folded piece of paper, and when I opened it, I was tempted to hand it back to her. Jeanine's signature sat on a black line towards the bottom of the page. Above it were four paragraphs of typed text. So this was a letter?

"It's a warning," she said. "Well, I think."

"You read it?"

".. Sorry?"

"It's fine," I said, nodding towards the letter that was still in my hands. "But really, why do you just think it's a warning?"

"Just read it."

I unfolded it again and forced myself to read it.

Four,

After a long and very difficult month of constant consideration, I've decided that both I and the other faction leaders will be attending the final stage of Dauntless initiation. And from then on out, we will be keeping both an eye and an ear on you at all times, purely to ensure that you are still doing what you are supposed to, as both a trainer and a fellow leader.

The other faction leaders and I have decided it best to allow you to return to work—congratulations on the baby, Mr. Prior.

However, you are not off the hook.

Get it together,

Jeanine

I looked back up at Tori.

She crossed her arms. "Kinda sounds like a warning and a threat at the same time, doesn't it? I mean, that and I can hear the sarcasm dripping off of it."

"Right. So I get my leadership job back?"

"For now," she said. "Jeanine has always been.. sketchy."

For now was better than never, right?

"Well, you're going to need a name, sweetheart,"

Tris groaned. "We haven't even considered any names. But just know, Tobias, I will not be naming my child Emma, Rachel, or Isabella."

Andrew shrugged. "You were almost named Isabella."

Tris leaned even further back on the couch.

On their recommendation, they were helping us figure out what we still had left to do before the baby was born, and all of them were a little more complicated than I'd been hoping. We had to name the baby, finish stocking the nursery, baby proof everything. And the list was only getting longer.

"Have you decided if you're going to have godparents or not?" Andrew asked, looking between both of us. "That's an easier thing to do."

Tris shook her head. "No godparents. But we'll write some people into our will."

"Just in case," I said, addressing both of their worried expressions. "We aren't planning on dying soon."

Natalie nodded. "And about names?"

Tris and I looked at each other.

We hadn't put any thought into this at all. Would it be easier to make a list and pick from those? Or would it be easier to just look through baby name books together? Neither of us had any experience with this.

Tris leaned forward. "Okay, er, how do we do this?"

"You could try making a list," Natalie said. "Or you could.. go for it?"

Eventually, Tris and I decided we'd simply go for it.

Natalie and Andrew went to get themselves dinner. So we went for it, and it basically was a name battle. We were naming them so quickly that I wasn't really thinking about it too much.

"Brianna?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Quinn?"

"Callie?"

"Daisy?"

"Naomi?"

"Gwen?"

"Val?"

"Winifred?"

She paused. "Winifred.. Freddie.."

I tilted my head to the side. "You like it?"

"I really do," she said. "But what do you think about the name Eli? It's definitely more masculine, but I think it would really work for her."

"I love both of those."

"God, now we've got to decide."

Deciding always seemed to be the hardest part of any decision, whether it was something simple or something life-changing, like naming a baby. It didn't help that we were a little indecisive.

GUYS HELP

like vote or something in the reviews!

do you like the name winifred or eli more?

and just for more context, these are the full names

1. winifred gail

2. eli james

OKAY ANYWAYS, ILY ALL