Tobias' POV
Tris is 4 1/2 months pregnant. We are going to find out the gender today. Well, she is going to find out then surprise me and the rest of our group at a gathering tonight. I don't know whether I want a boy or a girl. We haven't really considered names yet. We aren't married so the baby will take either Prior or Eaton. Whichever fits better at the time.
I get out of bed and go to the kitchen and make Tris a drink. Tea is about the only thing that will settle her stomach for a whole day. After making the drink I leave it next to her, on her bedside table. I hop in the shower and wait patiently in the living room.
When she finally comes out the bathroom she looks paler than usual.
"Whats wrong?" I say jumping to my feet to aid her in walking. She sighs and looks at me.
"I'm nervous." She says. "Every time we go to one of these appointments, I get nervous. I want the baby to be alright. I don't want it to miscarry again."
I walk her to the couch and sit her down. "The baby will be absolutely fine." I smile and her and grab a coat for her. She has been having temperature problems. One minute she is boiling and the next she is freezing.
When we are finished in the doctors I walk round to Zeke's while Tris scurries home to sort out the baby gender revel. I knock on the door.
"Hey, mate." Zeke says as he opens the door and smiles at me. I nod and walk into the room. "You good?" He says and I nod back. "Well," Zeke says. "You've made her pregnant. It took you long enough." He nudges my arm and winks at me. I feel nauseous at this. I hadn't thought of this. Everyone now know that me and Tris have had sex. I don't know why that matters, but everyone sees me as scary and lonely and independent. I am going to have a child and a girlfriend to look after. How the hell am I going to keep up my reputation?
When the rest of our group turn up at Zeke's house we walk back to my apartment and are greeted by Tris, smiling happily. She leads us all into a room and we are all given a cake.
"On the count of three, bite into them. The color on the inside, is the gender of the baby. Stereo typically of course. Pink for a girl, blue for a boy.
I take the wrapper of the cake that I was given and look at it hard. By the outside, I can't tell.
"3" Tris starts to count down.
"2" I am shaking.
"3" I am biting into the cake.
"4" I say in my head. Four.
I gasp as cake runs down my throat and crumbles in my hand. Pink sprays everywhere.
"A girl?" I say to Tris and she nods and launches herself at me. Nestling into my chest. A girl. £%$^ I swear in my head. I don't know anything about girls.