"How?" He asks as a few tears slip sown his cheek. "I saw. I saw B-Tris die. She bled to death in front of us. How can you say that a baby could survive that? Plus, unless Tris was pregnant before she transferred into Dauntless, she would have been less than six months along. The chances of the baby surviving that premature would be very slim."

I knew that I would have to so some explaining to Caleb because he is an Erudite, so I explain, "After I realized Tris was gone, I saw that her stomach was elevated. When I set my hand on it, it dawned on me that Tris was pregnant, so I rushed her to the infirmary. Dr. Taylor was able to save Miracle, but she was four and a half months early."

Caleb spoke up, "That is impossible."

Running a hand through my hair, I say, "She is back at my room. I asked Matthew to watch her for me while I spoke with you."

"The baby is a girl?" He asks.

I nod. "Miracle Beatrice Eaton."

Pain settled over Caleb's features when he heard his sister's name. I knew this was tough on him because he is the reason Tris went into the weapons lab, but he does not understand my predicament. I am nineteen years old. I have a nine and a half month daughter, who was extremely premature, and my girlfriend was murdered.

After sighing, I stand up. "Come on. I will let you meet your niece."

He follows a few paces behind me as we walk back to my room. When I unlock the door, I instruct him. To wait for me to let him in.

Miracle's cry pierce my ears as soon as I open the door. Rushing in, I swiftly take my daughter out of Matthew's arms. He was failing at calming her.

As soon as she was in my grasp, I held her still, and whispered to her, "Shhh. Shhh baby girl. It is alright." Immediately after she heard my deep voice, she quieted down. I smile as I look down at Miracle.

She looks directly in my eyes with hers. Her eyes reflect Tris so much.

Without taring my eyes away from Miracle, I say, "Thank you for watching her. Caleb is outside the door. I will let him in a moment."

I see Matthew nod out of the corner of my eye. "Your welcome. Bye Four."

I nod. Then I hear the door swing open and shut again. Knowing Matthew has left, I walk around and find an empty bottle. Good, Miracle is fed. With further inspection, I find out that she needs to be changed, so I quickly get that done before letting Caleb in.

When he steps in, he freezes. Caleb's eyes are locked directly on Miracle.

"This is Miracle." I say, sweeping a stray hair off her face.

Caleb's eyes soften. There is no rage or anger in his eyes only longing for his sister and the pain he has caused. "Beatrice." He mutters.

Pulling him further into the room, I lay Miracle in her crib, but she starts to fuss. As soon as I pick her up again, she closes her eyes and begins to fall asleep. Sighing, I think to myself 'this girl is never going to sleep on her own'.

Watching Miracle and I, Caleb struggles to comment, "You seem to be a good father."

Flatly, I say, "Thanks."

"It is just hard to believe that my little sister had a baby. It is hard enough believing that she is gone. To believe that Tris would have been a mother is incomprehensible." Caleb tells me.

I admit, "One of my greatest regrets is that Tris never truly knew about our little girl." Lovingly looking at Miracle, I add, "Tris would have loved her."

Caleb sighs, "I do not doubt that. I betrayed her, and she still sacrificed herself to save my life because I was her brother. She was more selfless than she realized."

I clearly state, "I am letting you into my daughter's life, but keep in mind that the reason I am doing that is because Tris would have wanted to give you another chance. Also, you may not tell anyone about Miracle. Her health is still... fragile."

He nods. "Understood." Shifting on his feet a bit, Caleb nervously asks, "Is Miracle stable?"

It is difficult to think that I may still be in danger of loosing my daughter. Closing my eyes, I take a moment to process my thoughts and calm down. Then I inform Caleb, "She is stable, but she is still recovering. Keep in mind that she was extremely premature. For a while, I did not think she was going to make it, and I believed I had lost Tris and our daughter." Collecting myself after the sudden thought of Tris, I finish, "It's a miracle she survived, hence the name."

"I know it probably does not mean much coming from me," Caleb starts, "but I honestly appreciate you taking such care of my niece and loving Tris like you did. It means everything because that is a thousand times more than I did."

I nod. Then Caleb and I talk for a while. I even let him hold her once, but Caleb left when I put Miracle down for a nap which I was not opposed to.