Hi all! So I decided to continue obviously because I got some people asking me to continue, and I also had a couple of ideas. So, there might even be another chapter after this, but I'm not sure yet. Either way, I hope you guys like this addition!

Let me know what you think :)

We both took to the name Grace. But we realized that it might be too soft of a name for a Dauntless girl, so we used that for her middle name instead. So that she would always remember to be gracious and kind, even when those virtues aren't always encouraged by other Dauntless people.

"So we named her Audrey," Tris says quietly, as she hands her to Christina, who is obviously trying not to squeal. "Because it means 'noble and strong.'"

"Which is exactly what she'll be," I add, as I wrap my arm around her waist.

She smiles up at me before looking back at Christina, who is still holding the bundle that is Audrey. The rest of our friends stand around the infirmary bed, staring at her as well with smiles on all of their faces. Of course, Christina got to hold her first since we decided to make her the godmother.

"What happened to Eve?" Christina asks suddenly, still looking down at Audrey.

I look down at Tris, as her cheeks turn red, but she says nothing. So, I look back up at Christina who is now smirking.

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"I was thinking about naming her Eve," Tris says softly before shooting Christina a look. "But only for like a day!"

"Why Eve?" Uriah asks.

"Because..." Tris says, her voice a whisper. "She was conceived on Christmas Eve..."

"Wait a second, where was she conceived?" Uriah says almost accusingly.

"The shower," I sigh.

"Four!"

"So you can tell them when, but I can't tell them where?"

"I'm only asking," Uriah continues, ignoring us, "because we kinda spent all of Christmas Eve together. I just had to make sure this wasn't happening behind my back."

"No." I roll my eyes. "It was before you guys came over-"

"Oh my god," Tris groans into her hands. "I think that's enough information."

"Look how red you are!" Marlene giggles. "You're so cute when you talk about sex!"

Tris groans again, her hands still over her eyes. Even though I'm not entirely comfortable talking about this either, I can't help but smile at how embarrassed she is. She only takes her hands from her face when Christina hands Audrey back to her.

"She's beautiful," she says to Tris. "Just like you."

"What about me?" I ask.

"As I was saying, she looks just like Tris." Christina smirks at me. "Thank goodness."

I shoot a look at Tris, as she starts to snicker. She looks up at me and bites her lip to stop herself, but the smile stays on her face. I roll my eyes at her, as my friends laugh.

"They're just jealous of your sweet muscles, bro," Zeke says out of nowhere.

"Not helping, Zeke."

"And that tough guy face," Uriah adds. "Let's face it, it's a good thing she looks like Tris. Your baby would not be adorable if she came out with Four-face! That'd be, like, nightmare fuel!"

"Are you calling me scary?"

"Well, I'm not not calling you scary."

"Everybody, shut up," Tris hisses out of nowhere, as she stares down at Audrey. "She's getting fussy."

"Oh, great," Zeke tries to whisper. "She looks like Tris, but she acts like Four."

They all snicker and laugh quietly, even Tris, as I glare at Zeke. For a moment, we sit there in silence, as Tris tries to keep Audrey calm. That is, until Zeke lets out a sigh and looks at me.

"So, the shower, huh?"

"Zeke."

"I'm just saying, I wasn't expecting that!"

"I agree," Marlene pipes in. "You guys always seemed so... vanilla."

"She is anything but vanilla."

"Four!"

I look at Tris, as her cheeks turn red again, and I try not to laugh.

"I'm sorry," Zeke says, laughing. "It's just so easy."

"Don't you have to go back to work?" Tris bites back.

"Damn," he says, shrinking back dramatically. "You're both scary, you know that?"

Tris just shrugs at this, as Zeke starts to make his rounds to say goodbye to everyone. While the attention is off of us, I kiss Tris' temple and lean down so my mouth is close to her ear.

"You know, you look cute when you blush," I whisper to her. "It kinda reminds me of that time when-"

"Tobias, I swear to god," she whispers back.

"What?" I ask, trying not to laugh.

"You're the worst."

I can't help the laugh that escapes me at this, and though she is looking down, I see a small smile on her face as well.

"You don't mean that," I say with a grin.

"No." She rolls her eyes. "I don't."