Tobias' POV
Tris has been pregnant now for 3 months, the baby is looking healthy. Tris' father isn't too bad at the moment. He is back at home for a while unless his health decreases. I worry about Tris. Every Saturday she goes and visits her father, sometimes I go with her sometimes I don't. She barely gets to work most days. The morning sickness takes over at least half her sleep and her morning meal. Last night she was on and off asleep from 2 o'clock till 8 o'clock. She can normally get to work in the afternoon. I have taken so many mornings off to look after her. I'm starting to think she's getting sick of me. Christina sometimes looks after her. Will chips in when he can to.
Tris' POV
I wake up feeling instantly nauseous. I look at the clock. 6 o'clock. I actually slept through the night without having to get up. I sit up and move the bucket between my legs. Tobias insisted that he put a bucket next to me because then I don't have to keep getting out of bed and rushing to the bathroom every half hour. Most times he will go and clean the bucket after I full it almost half way. I love him too much to ever lose. He looks after me so well. The bile rises in my throat and I gag. The gagging turns into vomiting. I must have made quite a noise as I feel the bed stir and then a hand rubbing my back and then a hand pulling my half back into a pony tail. I lurch forward as the bile leaves my mouth. I cough and splutter. A tear rolls down my face. This is ridiculous. I can't do this. I am constantly a pale white with a greenish tint. I see people staring, more than usual.
"Hey," I hear Tobias' soothing voice. I smile through the pain and vomit "it's okay. You finished?" He passes me a cloth to wipe my mouth with and then he comes to the other side of the bed and kneels down tucking a lock of my hair back behind my ear. He must have missed it when I put it up. He picks up the bucket and goes to wash it out. He brings the bucket back and a cold flannel. He lies me down and places the flannel on my head and the kisses my hand. He sees the sweat pouring off me and goes and turns a fan on.
"Thankyou." I croak. He come and lies down next to me, being careful not to touch me unless I ask. "Hold my hand, please. I need you." I say in my head but can't manage to say it out loud in fear of more bile rising to my throat. I throw my hand into his and fall into a soft sleep.
I awake when I hear the door bell ring. Tobias jumps to it. It's Christina. I look at the clock 8 o'clock. I got a decent amount of sleep for once.
"Hey Tris." Christina says. "How you feeling today?"
"Well I slept till six, threw up at six. Slept till eight." I manage to croak out and Tobias comes and helps me sit up. I raise my hand to my mouth and close my eyes. Don't throw up, don't throw up. Don't you dare Tris. I open my eyes and Christina smiles at me.
"Well at least you've slept. Do you want to eat?" She asks knowing that I will say no. I don't even answer her. I slowly collapse into a deep sleep.
Tobias' POV
While Christina was watching Tris I went and spoke to Tori, the owner of the tattoo parlor that Tris works at. I asked her if Tris could have the day off considering she was asleep now and seemed to be looking a little better. She agreed so there was no need to argue. I already had the day off today so I wandered back to the apartment. When I got back Tris was sat up in bed having a conversation with Christina, she sounded alright. I smile and sit in the living room, not wanting to disturb them.
When I show Christina out I ask her, "She's looking better right?" Christina agrees with me and smiles as she leaves. I got and put cold water onto a flannel and take it to Tris. I make her lie down and put it on her head. She looks up to me.
"I want to talk about names for the baby." She says smiling. I nod.
"What do you have in mind?" I say smiling back at her and placing my hand on her head and stroking back her hair.
"I was thinking, if its a girl, maybe, Astrid?" She says looking concerned. My smile fades into a straight line. I look back at her and then slowly smiles.
"I absolutely love that name, Tris." She smiles back at the and she touches my hand. "And the boy name?"
"Harvery." I smile and kisses her deeply to showe her that I love the two names she has chosen. I then pull my hand away and pull up her shirt. I touch her stomach gently then I kiss it. "Astrid or Harvey? Which are you little one?"