Honestly, this is just a snippet, a tiny glimpse into their future that I wrote early on.
Epilogue
Tris POV
"Tris!"
I quickly rush out of the bedroom to check why Eric is hollering like crazy.
"Why the fuck is there bloody foam in our washing machine," he screeches when he rushes towards me.
I can't help but gape at him. Is he serious?
"Tris?"
Oh god, he is serious!
"Because giving birth to your daughter makes me bleed like a pig," I growl at him and it is his turn to gape at me.
"What?! Why are you bleeding into your clothes?"
God give me strength.
"I am washing the bloody pads I use to catch all the blood so it does NOT stain my clothes," I growl.
"Why the fuck are you washing them instead of dumping them in the bin," Eric asks, finally calming down yet looking really confused.
"Because I am not going to dump good pads just because I don't feel like washing them. Do you have any idea how much it costs to replace them? I am just glad my mom was able to send me mine after I transferred," I grumble.
"You aren't using disposable pads," Eric asks, seemingly catching on.
"Uh no, why should I start using them all of a sudden? It is wasteful and using up raw materials we could use otherwise," I lecture.
"Your Abnegation upbringing is shining through," Eric teases.
"It's not my Abnegation upbringing that makes me aware of how valuable our resources are. Using things that can be reused with just a little bit more effort on my side is something I will always consider taking onboard," I state proudly.
"Yet Kyla is wearing disposable diapers," Eric smirks.
"Clearly you have to change one of her diapers yet," I bemoan.
Eric's eyes widen.
"Please tell me you are joking? She had a disposable one on in the infirmary," Eric bellows.
"Shhh, please don't wake her up. She just settled down and should be fine for another hour. I do need some rest eventually," I caution.
"Tris, you are making more work where none is needed," Eric whispers harshly.
"As long as my conscience is clear I am fine with a little extra work. It is better for Kyla as well, Eric. She won't be prone to nappy rash and they grow with her until she is potty trained. If things go the way I want them to go she will be able to use the bathroom in no time at all," I relay.
"Okay, I believe you, Tris. Now come here!"
Eric opens his arms wide and I happily step into his embrace, snuggling against his chest until I find just the right spot.
"Come on," Eric whispers after a few minutes and gently picks me up bridal style. His goal is our bedroom, our bed, to be more precise, and he settles us against the headboard while I snuggle closer to him.
"Rest," he orders quietly and I close my eyes, content with the knowledge that Eric will keep staring at Kyla until she wakes.
"Want more," I mumble against the fabric of his shirt.
"More what?"
Eric voice is barely audible.
"More babies," I whisper into his ear when he leans down to hear my reply.
His arms tighten around me as he gasps.
"Are you asking if I want more or are you telling me you want more?"
It is my turn to strain in order to hear him.
"I want as many as you are willing to give me," I answer honestly.
"Let's see how this first one goes, Tris. I want to give you everything you ever dreamed of but I also want to make sure that you can fulfil you potential. If us being leaders means we can only manage two kids then so be it. If we can handle more without compromising work and able to make time to be a couple then I am not opposed to having more," Eric tries to put his thoughts into words.
"Sounds good," I mumble before his steady heartbeat lulls me to sleep.
THE END
