My apartment has two bedrooms, a living room, one bathroom, and a medium sized kitchen. One bedroom belongs to me, and the other belongs to Miracle. At night, I keep the bedroom doors open, so I can hear Miracle in her crib.

Today, we are celebrating Miracle's birthday, but not everyone knows. I told them to arrive between 4:00 pm and 4:05 pm because I do not want to be separated from her for long.

After getting Miracle situated in her crib, I hear a knock at my door. I glance back at Miracle to make sure my daughter is alright. Then I carefully shut the door to her bedroom before seeing who has arrived.

After taking a deep breath, I open my front door to reveal my mother.

Giving me a wide smile, she greets, "Hello Tobias."

Allowing her to embrace me, I say, "Hello Evelyn." When she releases me, I invite her to come inside. "Sit down anywhere," I try. I have never been the best communicator, and I definitely have never hosted anything before. Having guests is new for me.

Before I even get a chance to close the door, Cara walks up. I nod as I greet, "Cara."

She nods back, "Four." Then she walks by me without being invited in.

Christina arrives next. She immediately gives me a hug to hide her quick whisper. "I better get to see that little girl," she demands.

Chuckling, I tell Christina, "Of corse." Then she pushes past me to go inside.

When Zeke and Shauna come to the door, Zeke shouts, "Hey man! I see you are throwing a party." Shauna rolls her eyes as Zeke pushes her in a wheelchair. Stopping in front of me, Zeke pulls something up for me to see.

Dangling in Zeke's left hand is a package of beers. I narrow my eyes at the bottles.

Zeke enthusiastically says, "I believe you are going psycho for throwing a party a week after you know, but hey, Uriah and I used to throw parties for anything at all, so bring it on. I brought-".

Stopping him mid-sentence, I fold my arms and state, "Zeke, there is no alcohol at this party."

Zeke looks like he is about to have a panic attack. "What is a party without-".

"Throw that away or I will," I inform him.

Baffled, he says, "No way." Snatching the beers from his hands, I walk to the nearest dumpster, Zeke on my heels, and toss the alcohol in without hesitation. Zeke is throwing a fit and attempting to argue with me, but I do not care what he thinks about my decision.

"Calm down. We can go inside and have some Dauntless cake," Shauna suggests. Zeke just grumbles and pushes his girlfriend inside.

After them, Hana, Zeke's mother, shows up at my door. Trying not to think too much of her younger son that I failed to protect, I greet, "Hi Mrs. Perdrad."

"Hello Four," she says. She is not looking me in the eye.

I invite her to come in, and she does. I just hope her and Zeke can forgive me some day. Zeke masks his hurt, but Hana does not try to hide it nearly as much.

As Caleb walks up, we nod at each other and he walks in.

Amar and George arrive, and Amar asks, "Four, are you. Sure you are alright?"

"Yea, I am fine," I say.

Then he tells me, "Normally, people do not throw a party a week after the anniversary of their girlfriend's death." Then he and George go inside my apartment.

The last to arrive is Matthew. After he goes inside, I turn around to face them all.

Cara and Hana sit on my two seater couch while Christina, Evelyn, and Zeke are sitting in chairs. Shauna's wheelchair is parked beside Zeke, Amar is on a stool, and Matthew, George, and Caleb sit on the floor. Most of them look confused, and they should. I should be broken because Tris passed away, but I am recovering to the best of my ability because I have to look out for our daughter. Less than half of them know about Miracle, and they have to understand that I am raising my daughter.

I take a deep breath, but before I can speak, Zeke blurts out, "Four said that he would not allow alcohol." Speaking to me, instead of the rest of my guests, he asks, "Why?"

I bluntly state, "I no longer drink, and I will not allow any alcohol in this apartment."

"Since when?" He asks.

Narrowing my eyes, I explain, "I have not drank in over a year." I don't drink anymore because I am responsible for my daughter, and Miracle should never see me like that. I know Tris hated the time when she came across me and my friends while I had alcohol in my system; I regret that. Plus, Tris would not have wanted me to drink in front of Miracle. She needs a completely stable father.

Zeke huffs and asks, "What are you turning into a father?" I know Zeke meant it as half a joke and half an insult, but it is true, and I am not ashamed.

Hesitantly, Cara asks, "What exactly is this party for?"

Taking another breath, I explain, "Well, there is someone that I would like you all to meet. She is the most important girl in my life."

I was going to continue, but Hana asks, "Excuse me, but I thought you loved Tris."

Shauna adds, "Yea. How did you move on so quickly?"

I give a sad smile at their misinterpretation. Quietly, I say, "It is nothing like that." After swallowing the lump in my throat, I leave the room saying, "I will be right back."

Going into Miracle's room, I see her laying down in her crib playing with her toes. Scooping her up in my arms, I say, "Hey, baby girl."

"DaDa," She giggles as she sucks on her fist.

Brushing her hair back, I plant a kiss on her forehead. Miracle makes my heart ache. She is the only thing I have that Tris left me, and she binds me together. She is so beautiful with her little round nose, long eyelashes, dark brown wavy hair, and Tris's blue grey eyes. Miracle is a magnificent daughter in every way, and she is my child. "I love you my little Miracle," I tell her as we begin to walk into the living room.

Upon laying their eyes on Miracle, I hear several gasps and a few murmurs. I believe they expected me to come out with a fully grown human not a baby.

Smiling down at Miracle, I explain, "This is Miracle." looking up, I continue, "She is my daughter. She is also Tris's daughter."

"How?" Zeke asks.

Setting Miracle down on the floor, I say, "Tris was pregnant with her when she was shot in the Weapons Lab. Neither of us knew that she was pregnant, but I noticed she was showing when I found her shot. I rushed them to the infirmary, and they were able to save our daughter even though she was four and a half months early."

Crawling on the floor, Miracle makes her way over to her uncle. Caleb sets her in his lap, and she starts to babble.

I watch my daughter. "I decided not to tell everyone right away because there was a good chance Miracle would not make it. Plus, her health was so fragile..." After pausing, I tell everyone, "Last week was her birthday."

I can see the realization cross everyone's faces. They know this is a birthday party for Miracle.

"You are a father?" Mrs. Pedrad asks in unbelief.

I nod and confirm, "Yes."

"DaDa!" I hear. Looking over to Miracle, I see her little arms reaching towards me. Smiling as Caleb releases her, I scoop up Miracle in my arms. Holding her still, she touches my face with her hand causing my smile to grow wider.

Amar speaks up, "Hey, look. Daddy Four." You can hear the amusement in his voice.

"That is absolutely adorable." Shauna comments.

Placing a small kiss on her forehead, I correct, "She is adorable."

"Is she walking yet?" Christina asks.

Shaking my head, I reply, "No, but she should be soon. She can crawl around pretty good now, so that is a good sign."

Moving toward the kitchen, I say, "Lets have some cake."

After everyone has a slice of Dauntless cake in front of them, I place Miracle in her highchair and give her a slice of cake. She has not had many different types of solid foods yet, so I am interested to see how she will react to the cake.

Eating my own piece, I demonstrate how to eat the cake, so Miracle will copy me. She does, and my heart swells with happiness as I watch her face light up. You can see the joy spread across her features as she uses her hands to shove cake in her mouth.

As I ruffle my daughter's hair, she smears a chunk of cake and icing on my face. Miracle giggles. Seeing my face, everyone else laughs as well.

Matthew says through his laughs, "That is what you get for being a dad."

I roll my eyes. Then I wipe the cake off of Miracle's face and mine with separate napkins. Just as I get my daughter and I clean, she throws another piece of cake at me. It lands on my shirt, and I frown.

"Food fight!" Zeke shouts. I do not want my daughter to misbehave and end up like Zeke. She can have fun, but repeatedly throwing food at me is not acceptable especially as she gets older.

"No!" I firmly tell Zeke. The room goes quiet when they hear the assertive edge in my voice. Looking slightly gentler at my giggling daughter, I remove the ammo in her hand and say, "Do not throw cake at Daddy. Be a good girl."

She stops giggling and frowns. Then after a few moments, Miracle smiles again, and places a messy hand on me. "DaDa cake."

I gently take her hand in mine. When I release it, she does not remove her tiny hand. She only leaves it on my much larger one.

After a few minuets, I have to let go of her hand, so I can wipe the cake from my shirt.

I decide to just slip into the other room and put on a clean shirt. When I come back, I gently wrap my hand around Miracle's tiny frame and press a kiss to the top

of her head. She squeals with joy, so I pick her up.

Walking over to my daughter and I, Zeke says, "Four, you have one cute daughter."

Carefully handing Miracle over to Zeke, I instruct how to hold her. Once she is in his arms, she stops smiling and looks directly in Zeke's eyes. Miracle's face contorts into a frown and squinting eyes. I almost laugh because it looks quite similar to my instructor Four face. She does not cry. Miracle does not even blink.

Zeke goes from smiling to fearful when he sees her expression. "She looks like a little intimidating girl version of you." Zeke cowers.

I laugh, "You know that you are scared of a one year old, and you used to be Dauntless?"

"A one year old who happens to be the daughter of two Dauntless legends! Plus, she has your Four face!" Zeke counters.

Smirking, I say, "Make a funny face."

He does, and Miracle purses her lips before bursting into laughter. Then she repeatedly slaps his cheeks with her tiny hands.

Everyone else bursts into laughter as well. Zeke tries not to, but he ends up smiling.

Walking over to Zeke, Christina demands, "My turn!"

"But I just got to hold her," Zeke protests.

Christina gives him a stern look. "Zeke, you were scared of her two seconds ago. Just let me hold Miracle."

Zeke grumbles, "Fine," and hands my daughter over to Christina.

Lifting Miracle up, Christina makes noises to make Miracle giggle. She is really good with Miracle. Plus, Miracle likes Christina. Then the realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Christina is the closest my daughter will come to having a mom. The thought makes me frown. I know I will never get over the loss of Tris, so I will never date or get married. Miracle will not have very many motherly figures in her life. Still if Miracle is anything like me, Christina will not ever take the place of Tris in my daughter's heart.

Though I hate Marcus, nothing can fill the gap caused. He was my biological father; you only get one. Just like Miracle only gets one mother. There was only one Tris.

Soon, Miracle is being passed around until it is time for her to take a nap. Everyone invites theirselves out and bids a quiet goodbye.

Instead of taking Miracle back to her crib, I go into my bedroom and place her on my chest as I fall asleep along with her. It has been a long road, but she is home.

I hope you enjoyed Out Alive. This is the final chapter, but I am working on a sequel. A preview of the sequel is below. Thank you to everyone that has read, followed, favorite, and reviewed!

It is undecided what I am going to call the sequel. Right now I am referring to it as Out Alive Sequel, but I am unsure if that will be the actual title. Hope you will read the sequel when it is posted.

Please, review and let me know what you thought of Out Alive. I would really appreciate it!

Out Alive Sequel:

Miracle POV

Daddy is still in his study. I am going to go see what he is doing.

I walk over to his office and creep into the room.

He is staring at his computer and a video is playing. I can barely see the monitor, but from where I am standing, it appears to be a rustic cafeteria. "Daddy?"

Turning around, he says, "Yes Miracle?" Then he faces the screen again. I think Daddy could have been crying, and Daddy does not cry, at least not in front of me. As I walk up to him, he brushes his hands over his face, I am guessing to wipe away any evidence of tears.

Leaning over him to get a better view of the screen, I ask, "What you watching?" The video is now on pause.

"Just some old footage," Daddy says.

Daddy has it zoomed in on a particular group. I recognize one of them right away. It is Daddy, but he looks around eighteen. Sitting beside him is a small, thin, blond. Daddy's face is so stern. It looks comical to me because he is so gentle around me. He can put on an outer shell around others, but I make him a softie.

Looking at the other faces, I see Christina and several others I do not recognize. Looking back at the small, blond, it dawns on me that that is Mom. I have not seen her picture in years. To be sure, I ask, "Is that Mom?"

Giving a sad smile, Daddy admits, "Yeah..."

"What were you saying?" I ask, assuming they were having a conversation.

Cracking a smile, Daddy explains, "Your mother asked me if I was a faction transfer, so I asked her why she thought she could talk to me. Her answer was that it must be because I am so approachable, like a bed of nails."

I laugh, "Witty."