Hi all! So this was originally going to be just one chapter, but it got a fairly good response, and I had another idea for it, so I decided to add one more chapter onto it. I'm not sure if I will continue to add to this or not, but either way I hope you guys like this second part! Let me know what you think :)

I run my hand over her swollen stomach, as I lay next to her on the bed on my side. She is laying on her back- because she has to- as she looks at one of the baby books that Christina gave her. Every so often, she will read some of the names to me. And I end up shooting down almost every single one.

Still, this book is a better idea than Uriah's idea. Which was just to name the baby after him.

"Pick a letter," she says tiredly.

"Uhm... I don't know," I sigh. "B."

"Okay," she says, as she starts flipping the pages. "Baby-"

"We are not naming our baby Baby," I grumble.

"I wasn't suggesting that," she says, rolling her eyes. "I was just reading. Hey, Beatrice is in here!"

"Sounds perfect to me."

She rolls her eyes and smiles, as her eyes continue to skim the list.

"Bianca," she says, and I shake my head. "I like that one. Brianna."

"That sounds okay," I say.

"I don't like that one," she says, wrinkling her nose. "Ooh, I have an idea! We'll compromise!"

"Tris."

"Brianca!"

"Tris, no."

"You're right," she sighs. "That's awful."

"Why don't we just go to sleep?" I suggest, already feeling as if I am half asleep. "We can figure this out another time."

"You realize we're running out of time," she says, as she closes the book and puts it on the bedside table.

"I know, I know." I grin, as I gently pat her stomach. "You're gonna blow any day now."

"I really hate when you say that," she says.

"That's hard to believe since you smile every time I say it."

She rolls her eyes, still smiling, as she settles into the bed next to me. I turn off the light and wrap my arm around her carefully. Sometimes, I feel like looking through that baby book is more tiring than initiation.

The next day, our friends decide to visit. Luckily, none of them bring any kind of gifts, so I'm hoping that there will be no reason for Tris to spontaneously start crying. Then again, it always happens when I least expect it.

"You still haven't picked a name?" Christina says accusingly.

"We just haven't found the right one yet," Tris says, shrugging.

"I already gave you one!" Uriah says, pouting.

"Uri, it's a girl," Tris says calmly. "We are not naming her Uriah."

"It's unisex! It's totally unisex!"

"Hey, what about Marlene?" Marlene says, grinning at us.

"Or Shauna!"

"Uh... Maybe?"

"No," I say shortly, knowing Tris doesn't want to be the bad guy.

Marlene rolls her eyes. Tris smiles at me gratefully before resting her head on my shoulder, as our friends continue to debate which of their names we should use for our child. In fact, the only one that doesn't want our child named after them is Lynn. That isn't exactly surprising. Still, even Zeke is arguing that Zeka would be perfect.

After a few minutes of conversation, I notice Tris starting to get up, and I look up at her. She has a look of discomfort on her face, one of her hands resting on her stomach.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah," she says unconvincingly. "Just uhm... Just really have to go to the bathroom."

She waddles off to the bathroom, unnoticed by our friends, as they continue their heated debate. I roll my eyes, as I decide to finally end it for them.

"Guys!" I yell, making them gradually stop talking. "I can settle this very easily. We're not naming our baby after any of you."

I can't help but smile, as they erupt in an outraged chorus of "what" and "that's not fair."

"Not good!"

We all seem to turn around simultaneously, as Tris waddles back into the room with a panicked look on her face.

"What happened?" I ask, as I walk toward her.

"I think my water just broke," she says, her eyes wide.

"What?"

"I think I'm about to go into labor," she tries again.

"What?" I repeat stupidly, as I try to wrap my head around it.

"I'm about to fucking blow, Four!" she yells. "We need to go to the infirmary now!"

I stand in shock for another second before Zeke runs over to help me carry Tris, as Christina runs ahead of us to open the door. I briefly register her yelling at our other friends to clear the path to the infirmary. It turns out Uriah's idea of clearing a path is running away and squealing like a little girl.

"Get out of the way!" I hear him squeal, as we leave the apartment. "It's happening!"

I can't help but smile, as we carry her to the infirmary. It is happening.