A/N: Thank you to all who follow this story, leave comments or just support this. A big thank you to my beta reader, It'sHardIKnow - without you this would be harder.

I'm still devastated after "Infinity War", just saying.

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Chapter 18

"You will never touch me again, you horny bastard!" she yells angrily.

I think the whole faction heard my wife when she yelled for me to drop dead or have my balls fall off. She doesn't mean it, I know it. She apologizes profusely the moment the contraction subsides, and relaxes for a few minutes before a new wave of pain hits her. Where the hell is that nurse with that epidural?

Tris can call me names, break my hand, stab me if she wants to, anything really, if only it would ease her pain. Almost twelve hours ago, her water broke, and we've been in the infirmary in a private room. The first hours were alright, in terms of pain management, cussing, and threats to my testicles.

But within the last two hours, Tris has been closer to giving birth, and the pressure in her hips, and back, combined with the pain is making her restless. She hasn't slept in almost two days because she kept having Braxton Hicks contractions, and wasn't able to get comfortable enough to sleep. For the past week, we've both been sleeping on the couch, God knows how, because it was the only way she could rest – even if it was just for a few hours. The doctor had warned us that Tris would go into labor soon, but soon couldn't come quick enough.

I wish I could take this pain away from her, I really do, but I can't. All I can do is be here for her, hold her, feed her ice chips, let her crush every bone in my hands, and pray that it'll all be over soon.

Just as a new contraction hits her, the nurse comes in, and after it's over, I help them roll Tris on her side so that they can inject the needle into her spine. They explained to us that Tris will still feel the pressure, but at least the pain will be dulled down a little.

Another hour passes before Dr. Montgomery finally informs us that Tris is fully dilated, and is ready to push.

"When a contraction hits, I need you to push, Tris," Dr. Montgomery instructs her.

Tris nods, and I whisper encouragements, as well as sweet nothings into her ear. There is nothing more I can do than hold her, encourage her, and just be here for her. A contraction hits, and Tris starts pushing.

"Good job, Tris, keep going."

I hold my wife's shoulders as she pushes forward, each time exhausting her more than the time before. I have no idea how women do this. I have no idea how Tris does it. She is so brave, and so strong. Seeing this firsthand, I get a new sense of respect for women in general, but mostly for my wife. She carried our precious daughter for nine months, and now is going through hell to give birth to her. Seeing Tris's love for our unborn child, the sacrifice she is willing to make, the pain she goes through, makes me admire the mother she is and will be to my daughter. It also makes me see how selfish my own mother was, and still is. Abandoning her child is unthinkable for Tris. I am certain she would burn down the city before leaving our baby girl. She is the kind of mother I thought I had, the kind of mother I wished I had, most importantly the kind of mother I am glad my daughter has, and I hope to be a good enough father. I didn't have good role models growing up, but ever since I learned about my child, I vowed to do my best to be worthy of them both. If anything, I can always look at my wife, because she has become a role model of parenthood.

"I can't do this," Tris cries. I believe her that she is exhausted, but she can do it, and I tell her so. "No, Tobias, I can't. I'm too weak," she huffs, slumping against me.

"Love, you are doing great. You heard the doctor. One more push, and our baby is here. I believe in you. You are strong, you are brave, you are Dauntless. You are our little girl's mother, and she needs you to push, and help her come into this world," I encourage. Tris looks up. Her eyes are bloodshot from exhaustion, her face is pasty and covered in sweat. Her entire face screams how scared she is, but to me she has never looked lovelier, because right now she is giving me the most wonderful gift anyone has ever given me, and it was made with love. I kiss her lips, and she gives a slight nod.

She holds onto the bed with one hand, and onto me with the other. She nods toward the doctor, and when the contraction comes, she starts pushing so hard, that she has to bend forward. I hold onto her, following her into the position she crouches in. The room is filled with her scream, when the baby finally pops out, and a moment later Tris's scream is replaced by the baby's. It's a small shriek, and the doctor quickly holds my daughter by her tiny legs, upside down. I have no idea what is happening, until I see her use a small plastic device to extract mucus from my daughter's nose. The baby screams even louder now, and Dr. Montgomery carefully turns her, placing the screaming infant on Tris's chest. The nurse pushes the paper gown down, so that the baby makes direct contact with her mother.

I look down in awe at the little tiny thing. She is so small, so fragile, pink and covered in mucus, wailing because we dared pulling her out of her mother where she was always safe. Tris looks up at me and smiles widely. I feel my vision go blurry, and realize I've started crying. We made that little person, Tris and I. She is a part of Tris and a part of me.

"Here," I hear the nurse next to me say, and she hands me a pair of scissors. She shows me where I should cut the umbilical cord, separating my two girls.

I kiss Tris's forehead, thanking her for this little miracle, and then kiss my little girl. I want to take her in my arms, but Dr. Montgomery asks me to assist the nurse in cleaning, bathing, and measuring my daughter, while she takes care of my wife. Tris nods faintly, exhausted beyond anything both of us have ever known. I am reluctant to leave Tris's side, but I am still in the same room, and I need to see this little baby again. My baby.

Carefully, I help clean the baby, the nurse explaining what I should and shouldn't do when bathing the infant. She shows me how to properly put a diaper on, and asks me to bring one of the onesies Tris and I bought for our little girl. I rush to the bag we placed on the chair a little further away from the bed, and I rummage through it. There are at least six different ones in it, and I don't know which one to pick, until I find a soft pink one, with a rose on it. Rose.

I walk back to my daughter, and carefully dress her. The nurse shows me how to hold her right, and always make sure that her head is held properly and doesn't bounce. I nod in understanding, and thank her for her patience. She waves it off, and says it was her pleasure.

I go to my wife, who I only now realize has been helped into a different gown, and the sheets were replaced with new ones. Tris sits up on the bed and smiles when she sees us coming closer. She holds out her arms for me to put our daughter in them. The moment mother and daughter are reunited, they both sigh at the same time. Tris and I chuckle at that, and then just stare at the little person we made.

Dr. Montgomery tells us that everything looks fine, and that the nurse will come in to check on Tris after a while. We just nod, too wrapped up in our own little world to care. We inspect every little detail of our daughter. Her still pink and wrinkled skin, the cute little button nose, the blonde curls on top of her head, the pouty lips. She has her eyes still closed so we don't know the color yet. As I look even closer I can see she has features from both me and Tris. It's like she is a perfect combination of the two of us. And then, she opens her little eyes, and we both stare mesmerized. She has the same deep blue colored eyes as mine, but the shape resembles Tris's.

"We need to name her," I speak, and my wife nods.

"Rose," she says, staring at her. I look down too, and smile. It suits her. My little Rose. Tris looks up to see if I'm okay with it, and I nod.

"Rose," I repeat.

"Hello Rose, I am your mommy, and this is your daddy, and we love you very, very much," Tris coos, and the baby gurgles. We both laugh with tears in our eyes, both too emotional to even try to be adults right now.

"I love you, Tris," I tell my wife, kissing her temple. She looks up at me with a huge smile.

"I love you, too."

We both take another half hour to just get acquainted with our little girl, with our Rose, before we call our friends in to meet her too.

Everyone is in love with my daughter. We haven't allowed anyone to hold her because she is still a newborn, and Tris wasn't ready to give her away just yet. But every girl in our circle of friends gathers around mother and daughter, and observe them in awe.

Before we called them in, Tris nursed our baby for the first time, and I just watched stunned. I knew those breasts held the milk Rose needed, but seeing her actually drink from her mother's teat rendered me speechless. It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. When the baby started squirming, Tris pulled her away, and burped her. She then glared at me. I didn't know what happened to upset her, until she spoke up.

"Stop embarrassing your daughter," she scolded. It was then when I realized how creepy I've been. I rubbed the back of my neck, and apologized, but couldn't keep my eyes off of my girls.

"She is so cute," Marlene coos, while Shauna makes silly faces at Rose. The baby is too young to even see what is happening, let alone understand it, but unlike them, I have read every available baby book I could find in Dauntless. I don't stop them though. They are happy for us, and I am glad that Tris and I have friends now who care for us.

"She looks just like Tris, except for her eyes," Uriah says.

"Nah, it's more like a combo between Four and Tris," Lynn comments. Tris only shakes her head in amusement at their little banter. They go on pointing out different features of my girl, while Marlene and Shauna keep staring in stunned awe at the little angel in Tris's arms.

"Man, you did well. That's one beautiful baby you and Tris made," Zeke tells me, a little choked up. I look at him, and decide to tease him a little, just like he always does.

"You not gonna cry on me now," I whine playfully, and he shakes his head, puffing his chest out, but the moment he goes to get a closer look at Rose, he stretches out a finger to caress her cheek, and she grabs it tightly in her fist. In that moment, Zeke starts crying which causes the baby to cry, and then Tris to cry. I know the baby got startled by his emotional reaction to her, and Tris is still full of lingering pregnancy hormones, but I can't stand seeing them cry. I shove everyone out and, to my surprise, they don't protest much. However, I make Shauna and Zeke return the next day, because Tris and I have decided to make them Rose's godparents. They've been wonderful friends to us, and are more like our brother and sister, so we know we can trust them to take care of our little one in case anything ever happens to us.

A/N: The baby is here! And they named her Rose.

I've decided Rose because it's simple, cute, but also strong. What do you think of it?

And how did you like the chapter?