I had a really really great chapter , but my stupid computer had to piss me off and erase it. O my gods' I hate my computer so much! I typed up a really good chapter and it got deleted. So this one won't be as good because it's not my original one. Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving mundanes!

Tris POV

"We're here to see Caleb." I said to the Dauntless security guards.

"Sorry, Tris, we can't let you in there."

"And why not?"

"We just can't."

Something's wrong. I've never been denied access to Caleb's cell before. I dropped to the floor and crawled through their legs. They tried to catch me, but I stood up and ran to his cell.

"Tris!" Tobias yelled after me.

I didn't stop. I threw open the cell door and stopped dead in my tracks. It was empty. The guards caught up and shook their heads.

"We warned you, Tris."

"Where is he?" I hissed.

"Don't know. All that was left in here was this note for you." One of the guards handed me an envelope.

I fumbled at the envelope. Tobias, who finally got to us, took it from me and opened it. His eyes scanned the letter and then looked at me sadly.

"Tobias, what does it say?" He didn't answer. "Four, what does it say?" I ripped the letter from his hand.

'Dear Tris,
By the time you read this you'll already be married to Four. I'm sorry I didn't come to the wedding. I wanted to, but I realized that if I came, I would want to stay. Tris, I can't be an uncle. I want to be but I can't. Just can't. I basically tried to kill their mom. They can't have an uncle that isn't even trusted by their mom. So, I wrote this letter to tell you I'm dead. I jumped into the chasm when everyone was at your wedding. Good bye, Tris. I wish I'd said this earlier.
I love you,
Caleb'

I screamed. My knees buckled and I collapsed onto Tobias. He caught me and I sobbed into his tuxedo. Tobias stroked my hair, picked me up, and left the cell. Caleb's dead. Everyone's dead. My mom. My dad. My brother. There are no Prior's left.

"Four, what happened? This is your freaking wedding day! Why is the bride crying?" Shauna came running over.

"Caleb's dead."

Shauna gasped. "You're not serious."

Tobias nodded.

"Tris, I'm so sorry!"

I blocked out everything. Even Tobias. I don't want to talk.

"Do you want to go eat now and then go back to the apartment?" Tobias whispered in my ear.

If I say yes, I'll have a chance to escape and lock myself away in the apartment. I nod and wiggle out of Tobias's grip. Tobias carefully wipes my eyes and grabs my hand. When we get to the dining hall Zeke, Christina, and Uriah join me, Tobias, and Shauna at our table.

"I'll go grab you some chicken." He kisses my forehead and then I was alone at the table.

I looked around to make sure no one was looking and then I got up and left the dining hall. Tobias had to have known I wasn't in the mood to be around people.

"Hello, Apartment." I said, walking into the apartment.

I walked into the bedroom and made a fort of pillows around me. Why are so many bad things happening to me?

"Tris?" Tobias's voice rang through the apartment.

I could tell he saw the fort when he chuckled. He took the fort down and sat next to me.

"You have to eat."

I shook my head.

"Yes, you do."

I shook my head again and rolled onto my side so I didn't have to face him.

"They need you to eat."

Them. The babies. My hands automatically go to my stomach. Tobias nods and climbs over me so I'm looking at him.

"You have to eat. You are going to have a family. We're going to be a family."

I hesitate. Should I say it? "I don't think he's dead. I mean, I'd feel it right?"

"Did you feel it when anyone else died."

"Well, no. You're right, Tobias. We're going to be a family. I should just forget everyone that I've lost."

"That's not-"

"I know, but I should. It'll just make me sad. That's unhealthy for the babies. Now go bring me food."

He gets up and goes to the kitchen. I sit up with my back against the wall. When he comes back, he hands me the plate with chicken and corn on it.

"Yum?"

"Your so enthusiastic."

"I know." I started eating and Tobias laid down on my legs and faced me.

He rolled up my shirt and kissed my stomach. "Hi, little babies."

I laughed at him. "What?" I said with a full mouth.

"Don't choke."

"What? You don't want to give me CPR?"

"Not if you're choking." We laughed. "You know, you should try talking to your children too."

I sighed. "Hello, little babies. Your father is a weirdo."

"Much better."

"Well, thank you."

"Any day."

He kissed my stomach again when I leaned over to put the plate on the nightstand.

"Tobias! Stop trying to make out with your children!"

"I am not! Technically it is your stomach." He kissed the crook of my neck.

"Wouldn't you be considered a pedophile? I mean, you did get someone two years younger then you pregnant."

"Tris!"

"What? No, no. Isn't a pedophile someone who tries to do someone seven years younger then them?"

He chuckles. "I think that's considered a rapist."

"Wouldn't a pedophile be someone who checks out girls younger then him?"

"You're getting closer. Besides, I am not a pedophile or rapist."

"How am I supposed to know you're not?"

"If I were either of those, would you allow me to do this?"

He pulled me down, under him. Both of his legs were on either side of me and his elbows were by my head, holding him up so he wasn't crushing me. He kissed me and let one of his hands run along the side of my body.

"I love you." I said sweetly.

"And I love you, Mrs. Eaton."

I kissed him and a tear ran down my cheek.

"You still upset?"

"Of course I'm still upset." I took a deep breath. "I'm going to try and forget about everyone who's passed away. So if you could just let everyone know not to mention anything. I don't want to break into hysteria and accidently injure our children. In the case of not eating, sleeping, anything along the lines of that."

He nods immediately. "I'll go do that now."

I start to complain, but he kisses me and walks out. I change into one of his shirts, snuggle deep into the covers, and fall asleep.