"She's fine I promise."

"Are you sure?"

"She's okay, Tobias."

"Look, she's waking up."

I open my eyes. Tobias, Shauna, and Zeke are here. I try to swallow and can't, my throat dry. Tobias looks worried, so does Zeke. But Shauna smiles at me. She's really pregnant. I try to sit up and Zeke helps me. There are blankets draped across my legs.

I wince at how rough my voice sounds, "Can I have some water please?" I cough.

Zeke leaves the room to get some water, and Shauna turns to me, still a pleasant look on her face, and says, "You got dehydrated, and passed out," she sits on the bed, "Have you been vomiting a lot?"

I shake my head, and gratefully take the water from Zeke as he comes back. I drain the glass, "At first yes, and now every once in a while. I haven't gotten sick in nearly two weeks," I clear my throat, "Um..."

"I told them, Tris," Tobias tells me, he looks relieved, "They came over to visit and we found you lying dead on the floor. I had a heart attack, Tris."

"Sorry," I mutter, setting the glass down, averting my eyes. I don't know how to feel about this.

"Got sick almost every day the first few months when I had Isaac, but I haven't gotten nauseous nearly at all recently," she pats her stomach, "About fifty percent of pregnant woman get morning sickness," she hugs me, "Don't worry, hon, we'll help you out. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to come to me, 'kay?"

I can't help but laugh and nod my head. When I haven't been paying attention, Shauna has become grown up. I hug her back. It's hard with her full stomach but we manage. I ask for some more water. Shauna tells me some tips for not getting sick.

"We're you drinking alcohol?" Zeke asks. I nod.

"You're really not supposed to when you're pregnant," Shauna tells me. I moan. So much I still don't know. She laughs at my expression, "I thought you didn't really drink?"

"I don't very often," I sigh, "We were celebrating," I try to stifle my yawn.

"We'll let you rest," Zeke says, standing to go. He pats my head and Shauna kisses my cheeks. I feel warmed by their kindness. They tell me to get some rest. Tobias sees them to the door.

Just as I am about to give in the the sleepy fuzz in my brain, I feel a light hand on my neck, "You had my scared, Tris."

"Sorry." I don't know what else to say.

He pulls me close to his chest. My legs and his are tangled. I can feel his heart beat. It's steady and it calms me. "This is a good thing. Just think, everyone is settling down and starting a family. Shauna's new baby and ours will be in the same year at school," his words paint a happy picture in my mind. I like the way he says ours. He chuckles, "We'll teach him to jump of trains and fight, if that's what he wants."

"He?"

"I guess I think it's going to be a boy," he yawns, I" don't know."

"Then I think it's going to be girl," I tell him, "We'll have to paint the walls pink and buy dolls and frilly dresses."

He growls, and I smile, "I am not raising a child like that," he brushes my hair back, "You got another tattoo."

I tilt my head so he can see the phoenix behind my left ear. He brushes his fingers against it. "Christina and I got the same one."

"Like a friendship bracelet."

"Sure."

"Ten is a legit name, you know," I can see the outline of his smile in the dark, I know he's joking.

"I am not calling my child a number," I say, "I call my boyfriend a number."

"What should we name it, then?" He laughs.

"Hm... I was thinking..."

"What?"

"Well... If it's a boy Andrew, like my father. And if it's a girl, Nataila, like my mother," I close my eyes.

"Those are great names, Tris," I look up, and he kisses me.

I fall asleep in his arms. Me on one side, him on the other, and our growing child between us.

Thanks so much for all the reviews! Please keep sending me them! I am not going to name the baby Andrew or Nataila, I just wanted tris to have an idea. So, name help please! And should the baby be a boy or girl? Idk! Thanks! Please review and keep reading!