I lay in bed, not wanting to get up for several more minuets because Miracle kept me up last night. Slipping an arm over my eyes, I hope to gain a few extra minuets of sleep.

When Miracle starts to babble, I smile. She makes me happy even if she does keep me up. "DaDa!" My head jerks up, and I look over to Miracle's crib. For a moment, I believe that I had only imagined what I heard. Then I hear, "DaDaDaDaDa!"

Leaping out of bed, I quickly stride over to Miracle's crib.

Looking at me, she grabs her feet and gurgles. A wide smile stretches across her face as she giggles.

I wonder if she will say it again. "Miracle?" I say questionably.

"DaDaDaDa." She babbles.

A wide smile, like hers, stretches across my face. I pick her up and hold her in my arms. Grabbing the fabric of my shirt, she keeps repeating my new title.

I press a soft kiss to her forehead. Then I wipe a curly strand hair off her face. Her hair has grown out a bit, and it looks extremely adorable on her. "I love you baby girl."

"DaDaDa." Miracle babbles.

"I know darling I know." I say to her. Looking into Tris's eyes, I say, "I love you baby girl. Your Daddy loves you."

"DaDa!" She squeals pulling on my shirt.

Feeling her yank on my shirt makes hope swell in my chest. She is getting stronger every day, and now, she is speaking. Sooner or later, people are going to find out about Miracle, so I may think about introducing her to my friends soon.

Today I am sluggish. It is the anniversary of Tris's death. Though that day was horrible, two good things happened that day. The war ended, and I saw my daughter for the first time. That makes today also Miracle's birthday.

Since Miracle's health has dramatically improved, she and I have moved back into Chicago. We have been living here a month and a half, and we seem to be adjusting well.

I have fed Miracle, changed her, and I set her on the living room carpet to crawl around. Yes, she is crawling now. She is also eating baby food and some solid foods.

I have invited everyone to come over to my apartment in a week. They probably think I am going delirious throwing a party a week after the anniversary of my girlfriend's death, but I am actually throwing Miracle a small birthday party. No one will say no to coming because I have guaranteed them all a slice of Dauntless cake.

They will have to be informed of Miracle one way or another, so why not tell them by inviting them to Miracle's first birthday party?

Something falls on my foot, and I look down to see Miracle smiling up at me. "DaDa up." She has learned a few simple words as well.

Smiling back, I pick her off my sock and place her in my lap. "There we go little girl." I tell her.

She rolls on her back in my lap and gurgles. After a few minuets of fidgeting, she falls asleep in my arms. Her body leans into my toned chest, and her small hands grip the fabric of my shirt. I place a kiss on her cheek as she breaths lightly in her sleep.

I wish Tris could be with me today. I love her so much, and I do not think that will ever dissipate. She would have loved Miracle, our daughter. Since Tris died, Miracle has been the only thing that has kept me going, but I wish she had a mother to raise her as well. Tris would have been an amazing mother. Seeing Tris with our daughter, even once, would have been wonderful.

All day, Tris has been my thoughts. Images of her bloody body keep flashing through my mind. Her skin is pail and clammy; her pulse fades. The crimson liquid soaks through my shirt.

Snapping me out of my thoughts, Miracle shifts in my arms. Then I notice the moisture on my cheeks and in my eyes. I have been crying.

I am glad that my daughter is part of my life. I do not know what I would do without her. She truly is a miracle.

Wiping my tears away, I quietly start to sing, "Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to Miracle. Happy Birthday to you." As she snuggles deeper into my chest, I give her another gentle kiss. Then the tears start to fall again as I think of Miracle's mother, who she will never get to meet.

Sorry, it took me a while to get these chapters posted. Only Chapter 8 left, but I am planning on doing a sequel.