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annnd i'm back!

i want to thank everyone for voting for a name! based on your votes, our little fourtris baby will be named eli! (ee-lie) and idk if it'll be short for anything yet.. i may have it be short for elizabeth? or maybe just eli

also thanks for all of the reviews! it means so much

as always, i love you guys so much.

in case you need to hear it, you're important. you matter. this world is better with you in it. and yes, life is hard, but it's worth it. i promise. you're so strong.

ENJOY!

"Still nervous?"

Tris slid her arms around my waist—well, the best she could, because she was thirty-one weeks pregnant, after all—and kissed me softly. I smiled down at her. If this was her trying to make me less comfortable, it was definitely working.

"A little," I said. "Jeanine.. Well, she's getting clingier."

"Clingier?"

"She's coming to the most important part of this entire process. I don't know.. If one of them messes it up, or if we just haven't spotted any others.."

"It's going to be fine."

"You aren't usually this confident."

"It's the hormones."

"They do that?"

She shrugged. "Apparently."

So, with the confidence of a dying worm—strange comparison, I know—we walked down to the western wing of the compound, where they were holding the tests. The initiates were already gathered in one of the surrounding rooms. They looked up. Some were crying, some bragging, some talking to someone else.

Uriah side-hugged Tris. "Hey, big mama."

"Shut up, Uri," Christina said. "Tris would be right to knock your head off of your shoulders for that, you know."

"But it's accurate!"

"So what?"

Zeke shoved them both at the same time, and they made an almost identical grunting noise. He scowled at them both before throwing an arm around my shoulders and taking the list of initiates from Tris' hand.

She raised an eyebrow. "So you're taking over now?"

"No offense, Trissy," he said. "You just look.. mighty pregnant?"

"If someone points that out again, I will shove a stick so far up your—"

Uriah cleared his throat. "Okay! Let's get started, then? There are a bunch of impatient people out there, and I don't want to deal with blondie."

Christina scowled at the mention of Jeanine.

The first thing we did was confirm that our list of initiates was one hundred percent accurate, and that we had them in the right order. And then it was on to the actual testing part of the day. Anise, a Dauntless-born with the personality of an excited Golden Retriever, was first.

She did perfectly fine—well, she was a little slow, but not so slow that it would prevent her from getting into the faction.

The list went on.

After Anise, it was Anders. And after him, it was Lee—who did even better than she'd done in our practices over the past few weeks. She wasn't too slow or too fast and solved every landscape exactly how a Dauntless would've.

Another hour passed, and we'd only gotten through half the names.

Luckily, we had lunch.

Us trainers had to sit together—huddled in a corner, staying away from the impatient Erudite blonde. If she'd expected this to be quick, then she was an idiot. It almost always took all day.

Uriah crossed his legs. "This was more stressful when it was our future being decided."

"Right?" Christina said. "I can't believe we were doing this a year ago. And now one of us is married to and pre—"

Tris threw an orange at her. "Shove it, Chris."

"You don't even know what I was going to say!"

Tris raised her eyebrows.

Once lunch was over, we all headed back to round up the remaining initiates. And to separate them from the ones whose testing was over. No one was allowed to be tested twice, or it would cause a disqualification, because it was seen as cheating. Big time cheating.

Christina and Uriah did a lot more of the work than Zeke, Tris, and I did. It was probably for the best, with me kind-of-not-really being on a watch list. And an Erudite one at that.

But then we were done.

So really, the whole process had only taken about six hours, with each kid being in their landscape for an average of thirty or so minutes. Then, we had rankings to decide on.

"And these are the final rankings!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd of Dauntless.

1. Lee

2. Blue

3. Luella

4. Agatha

5. Anise

6. Caspian

7. Rockwell

8. Anders

9. Parris

10. Willis

11. Merce

12. Franny

13. Hero

14. Cordelia

Fourteen new Dauntless members.

That was a good reason to have a party, wasn't it?

Well, Zeke sure as hell thought so.

After the cheering had died down, we explained to the new members that they'd be required to come to the training room tomorrow at four, to pick jobs and apartments. And that they'd only have so many options, depending on their final rank. That was the part that always dampened the mood.

But yet again, an Abnegation transfer had come in first.

This had to be some kind of record.

Anyway, Christina and Shauna and Marlee dragged Tris away to get her ready for the party. They'd tried to get me to dress up, but it wasn't like they could really force me to do it.

So I wasn't.

Instead, I met Zeke at his and Shauna's apartment.

The place was already bustling—people making out on the couch, dancing on the coffee table and counters covered in beer. And other things, some of which resembled vomit. I cringed away from that part of the apartment.

Tris walked in, and my heart may have stopped.

She was beautiful. It looked like Christina had put her—well, forced her, into a short black dress. It definitely put her belly on display, making it look like a small watermelon under her dress. I grinned at how she hustled over to me, almost frantically. And making sure not to spill my beer, I pulled her close and kissed her. It was at that moment that I realized her hair was gone.

I stared for a minute.

It was as short as mine, if not longer. Someone had cut it neatly and slicked it back with gel. Sort of like what I think was called a pixie cut.

I ran a hand through it. "Well, damn."

"Like it?" she asked. "I wanted to do something different. Well, I was really considering bangs but then Christina was like, no.."

"Tris, you look beautiful."

She laughed. "Thank God you like it."

She truly looked beautiful. The hair really, really suited her. And now I was disappointed she hadn't done it earlier. But then I was wondering—what if some other dude had won her over?

I was suddenly very grateful she'd waited.

The party got insane.

Dancing drunks on counters, tables, the small makeshift dance floor. Duos of people, some probably being couples, kissing on couches or in corners or in the closet. I soon found myself dancing with Christina—meaning I was very drunk. I didn't dance.

Everything was kind of hazy from then on out.

Zeke and I had gone over to Uriah's apartment, arms around each other's waists to keep the other from falling. We collapsed on his couch.

And then it went black.

"Ugh.."

Zeke was snoring beside me, hogging all of the blanket and pillows and most of the couch in general. Christina was on the floor, arm folded over her face, groaning. Uriah and Will were sleeping against the wall—Will's head on Uriah's shoulder. And Tris and Marlene and Shauna were laughing and taking pictures.

I tossed Zeke's leg off of me.

He kicked at me.

Natalie and Andrew went upstairs to put their bags in their room.

Tris shrugged. "I'm glad they're being so great about this. Especially since.. well, everything's been happening so quickly."

"Eli's their first grandkid," I whispered. "It makes sense."

It had been two weeks since Zeke's little party—well, not necessarily little. That thing had probably been the best one he'd ever thrown. But within those two weeks, we'd officially decided on a name. First name and middle name.

Natalie came back down the stairs. "Oh, honey! How's the baby? I forgot to ask—"

"She's fine, Mom," Tris laughed. "Very healthy."

Her mother ran a hand over her short hair. "I love your hair, sweetie. But.. isn't it a bit.."

"Bold?"

"Yes, bold."

"Well, I like bold, Mom."

Andrew smiled. "I think it looks great, Bea."

It turned out that Andrew and Natalie could only stay for a few days, but they wanted to make sure we were still doing good and managing with everything going on. We told them about how we'd picked a name, and that we were working on baby-proofing stuff. Andrew offered to help me.

But first, Tris and her father went to cook lunch.

That left me with Natalie.

"You really look a lot like your mother, Four," she said, keeping her voice down. "You remind me a lot of her."

I kept my eyes trained on my feet.

Usually when people used to compare me to one of my parents, they'd pick Marcus. Never Evelyn. Because at that point, she'd been dead so long that most people had really forgotten a lot about her. And I didn't want to think about how when I was six, I'd gone to her funeral.

I'd grown up and my mother had let me believe she was dead. She'd left me with Marcus.

I would never forgive her.

I smiled at Natalie. "Thanks. Uhm.. so, had Caleb divorced Hannah yet?"

"Honestly? I wish," she sighed and shook her head. "He called off the wedding. Broke her heart and left her at the altar. Maybe marriage just isn't meant for him."

"Food's done!" Tris called. "Come eat!"