I just took Miracle to her second appointment. She is perfectly healthy, but Dr. Taylor still wants Miracle to come back every two days.

Miracle is becoming very alert, and I have started to carry her upright. She likes to cling to me as I carry her. I can not wait until she starts talking. She already appears to understand what I am saying sometimes.

Walking up to my door while Miracle is sucking on her fist, I grab my ID tag that is attached to a lanyard around my neck. Right before I swipe it through the scanner, a voice stops me.

"Tobias?"

I freeze. Turning around, I say, "Evelyn?"

She nods. "Yes, Tobias. I heard you wanted to see me."

I forgot that I had asked Christina to tell Evelyn to come by and see me. My hope was that I could encounter her before she saw Miracle, but there is no way of hiding Miracle now.

I open the door. "Come in in." I say.

She follows me in. I don't know what I can say. She has not asked why I have a baby with me yet, but I know I have to explain.

As she follows me in, I motion to the worn couch the Bureau let me borrow and say, "You can sit down. I will be right back."

Before she can respond, I walk into the bathroom and change Miracle. Then I grab a bottle for her from the small refrigerator in the corner of the room. When I finally sit by Evelyn, Miracle is going to town on her bottle.

"I am glad you invited me." Evelyn says.

I remind her, "I did say that I was going to try to let you back into my life, so here I am."

Looking to Miracle, Evelyn asks, "Who is this?" I do not think she has any idea that Miracle is mine.

"This is Miracle." I say. "She is your granddaughter."

Evelyn's eyes grow wide. "What did you say Tobias?"

I reword, "This is my daughter, Miracle." I can not help but smile when I look down at my little girl.

Evelyn is shocked. She was not expecting me to say that. "I have to admit, I never thought that I would have a grandchild after that girlfriend of yours, Tris, died, especially so soon. Who is the mother."

Narrowing my eyes at her, I say, "Tris is. She was pregnant." I have to stop because the thought of Tris not ever knowing she had a daughter tugs on my emotions. I look down to tune out for a moment because Tris's death is still fresh in my mind. Taking a deep breath, I look back at Evelyn.

Slowly, she says, "Tobias. Tris passed away over nine months ago. I know she was shot. A baby could not have survived that." She tries to get me to believe that Miracle is somehow not mine, but she does not understand yet.

I explain, "Tris was four and a half months along when she passed away. Dr. Taylor was able to save Miracle because the bullets did not harm the baby, but she was extremely early. I just came back from one of her checkups. She has them every other day now. Miracle was only released four days ago from the hospital because she has so many health concerns."

After a long silence, Evelyn asked, "You said her name was Miracle?"

"Yes. Miracle Beatrice Prior." I say. "I named her after Tris and the fact that it is a miracle that she is alive."

"I can see you and Tris in her." She tells me.

I can not help but say, "She has Tris' eyes."

Noticing Miracle has finished her bottle, I set it off to the side for now. I speak to Evelyn for the rest of the day. It takes a lot to open up to her, but I have to. Plus, I do not want to be Miracle's only family.

If something happens to me, Miracle will have no family left, so I have to strive hard to forgive. Unfortunately, Evelyn is not Miracle's only relative I may have to forgive.

I am not going to let Marcus into her life under any circumstances, but I may at some point have to forgive Caleb. Tris would have wanted me to. Plus, Miracle would gain an uncle.

Though I am opening up to Evelyn, I know that the main people in my life and my daughter's lives will be the friends that Tris and I have bonded with in the crazy war we fought. No one can understand the pain, torment, and loss except those of us that shared the experience together.

I finally convinced myself to call Caleb up on one of the telephones in the Bureau. After being answered a few times, since telephones are still scarce inside Chicago, I finally got a hold of him.

Our conversation was very cut and dry. I asked him to meet me at the Bureau today, and he agreed.

Matthew is watching Miracle for me until I have talked to Caleb. I need to see if I can inform him of Miracle or not. If I do allow myself to tell him, there is no telling how he will react to learning he has a niece.

I am sitting in a small cafe that resides in the Bureau. My cup of hot chocolate has already grown cold, but my hands still cling to the cup because of my nervousness. I worried that he will disrespect my family, my daughter. She is all I have left, and for him to shoot that down would be cruel. Plus, I do not want the word that I have a daughter to get out just yet. Miracle's health is still to fragile for everyone to be swarming her wanting to get a picture of Tris's daughter. Since Tris was the one to stop the Bureau, she is being honored by the GD community but accused by anyone who works for the government. My reputation is nearly just as reputable; though, not many people have seen me since Tris's death.

I have been staring at my cup too long when ahead my name. "Four?"

Glancing up, I see Caleb. I stand up and shake his hand without a word. Then I say, "sit", as I do so also.

Caleb asks, "What do you want?" I can hear some pain in his voice. Maybe he feels bad for what happened to Tris. He should. It cost Miracle her mother and nearly cost Miracle her life as well.

I state, "Before I speak, I need to ask you to refrain from freaking out."

He passively says, "Sure."

"Tris was pregnant when she was shot." I say hoping to quickly rip off the Band-Aid.

Caleb's eyes widen, and he stutters out, "W-What?"

I confirm, "You heard me correct. I do not need to repeat myself."

"You got her... She was... I killed..." He couldn't seem to finish a sentence. Caleb lies his head down on the table. Then he gasps, "I should have gone in instead of her. I shouldn't have let her go in the weapons lab." lifting up his head, he says, "She knew. She knew, and she still went into the weapons lab."

I correct, "We did not know. She told me she may be, but neither of us believed it."

Caleb asks, "You were the father weren't you?"

Their is not any doubt in Caleb's voice, but I correct him anyway, "I am the father." Caleb needs to know he has a niece.

He chokes, "Look, I would be really mad at you, but I am the reason they are both dead. I watched her die because I could do nothing." He cups his head in his hands.

"I do not think you understand Caleb. The baby survived." I say.