Hey lovelies! GUESS WHAT CHAPTER THIS IS! Yeah I know it's a bit off but I'm not a doctor and I do what I want. Enjoy!

Chapter 51

-2 weeks later-

As soon as I felt the sharp pain in my abdomen, I knew what was happening. I was getting those Braxton Hick's contractions. The doctor informed me that I would most likely be experiencing them soon. He didn't tell me that they would be this painful.

I stretched out, trying to get rid of the pain. Once it subsided, I sighed and rolled onto my back. When it happened again, I accidentally smacked Tobias in the back of the head as I tried to get relief.

"What the hell?" he muttered.

"Sorry," I whispered. "Just go back to sleep."

He turned to face me. "What's wrong? Braxton Hick's?"

I nodded.

"Alright," He checked the clock. "It's time for me to go to work anyways so I'll stop and see Tori. She'll understand. I'll stop in later and check on you later." Tobias gave me a peck on the cheek before getting up.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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After a while, I moved out into the living room. I had hoped that walking around might help ease the pain from these false contractions, but I was incorrect. The pain had begun to intensify a bit, and I wasn't completely sure if that was normal.

When another one hit, I had to use the counter to steady myself.

"God," I said to myself. "These have been going on for hours. Shouldn't they have stopped by now?"

I was getting really hot and uncomfortable in my clothes, so I waddled into the bedroom and changed into an overly large shirt that belonged to Tobias. It almost went down to my knees so I didn't bother with any shorts.

One of the worst parts about being pregnant is having to pee every half hour, and that half hour was up. I was shuffling into the bathroom when I felt a rush of liquid between my legs. Did I just pee myself? When another false contraction rippled through my body, I decided that these contractions weren't so false. My water just broke. I've been having real contractions the whole time.

I ran my hands through my dirty blonde hair and tried to calm myself, but I was having some trouble. I was only thirty-three weeks. My baby wasn't due for at least another month.

"Get to the infirmary." I kept telling myself. "Get to the infirmary." There was no time to go and get Tobias. He wanted to be there, but unless he just happens to stumble into the infirmary, he wasn't going to.

I had only been on my way for a few minutes when a contraction hit me so hard that I almost collapsed. I tried to use the wall to keep myself upright, but I wasn't doing a very good job. To my left was a door to an apartment. The number looked familiar and I prayed that I knew the person that lived there.

"Please be home," I muttered as I knocked. I needed help if I didn't want to have this baby in the middle of the hallway.

I closed my eyes with relief as the door opened. "Tris?" The voice belonged to Uriah.

"Thank God Uriah." I nearly sobbed. "You need to help me get to the infirmary."

Uriah searched for any sign of injury. "Why? Are you hurt?"

"I'm having a baby, you idiot." I clenched my teeth as a contraction washed through me.

"Oh." He said stupidly. "Let's go."

He wrapped his arm around my waist and I draped mine over his shoulder. Uriah half-carried me to the infirmary doors. He was about to bring me inside when I stopped him.

"Go get Tobias." I ordered. "He's in the control room."

Uriah didn't argue and took off. I turned and walked into the infirmary, preparing myself for the biggest moment of my life.

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Sometimes I wondered why I chose working in the control room as my occupation. I'm good with computers, but it grew boring. Rarely anything happened that was worth worrying about. Except for today. I was just shifting my view from screen to screen when I settled on the view of the infirmary entrance. Maybe someone broke their leg or something.

I was about to look somewhere else when movement caught my eye. A short woman was being supported by a taller dark-skinned man. As I took a closer look, I saw that both the man and the woman looked familiar. Was that Uriah? What would he be doing at the infirmary? He took off running, leaving the woman all by herself. She was pregnant. Tris!

I shout out of my chair and burst into the hallway. I sprinted down towards Tris and met Uriah halfway.

"Tris!" he panted. "Infirmary!"

"I know! I know!" I pushed past him.

I ran as fast as I could while thinking about everything that could go wrong. It was too early for the baby to be born. What if he or she didn't make it? What if Tris didn't make it through the delivery?

Shut up Tobias.

I pushed into the infirmary and made the nurse at the front desk jump. "Tris Eaton!" I shouted.

"Relation to the patient?" she asked.

"Husband. Just bring me to her please." I pleaded.

She typed something into her computer and stood up, gesturing for me to follow her. Once we arrived at the right room, she let me in and I immediately went to Tris' side. Her hair was plastered to her face and it looked like she was in a lot a pain.

I grabbed her hand and kissed her sweaty forehead.

"You're here." she sighed.

"Of course I am." I assured her. "How's the pain?"

"Bad." She revealed. "Very bad."

"Well it'll be over soon." Doctor Hart said as he walked in. "When I checked last, you were 9 centimeters dilated, and you should be ten now."

"So that means she can start pushing?" I asked.

Dr. Hart nodded and took position, two nurses flanking him.

"Are you ready Tris?" the doctor asked.

She nodded weakly and tried to prepare herself.

"You can do it." I whispered in her ear.

"Push!"

Tris yelled into her teeth as she tried to deliver our baby. When she relaxed, I tried to lighten the mood.

"Tris, are you wearing my shirt?" I asked jokingly.

"Shut up!" she said maliciously.

"Sorry." I muttered.

After a few more pushes, Doctor Hart announced that one more strong push could be enough to get the baby out.

"One more Tris." I said excitedly. "One more push and we'll have our baby!"

"I can't." She said quietly. Tris was exhausted, but I knew she could do this.

"Yes you can." I told her.

"It hurts. It hurts so much." She whimpered. "You don't understand."

"You're right Tris, I don't understand." I began. "But you are the strongest person I have ever met. I know you can do this. Don't you want to meet our baby?"

Tris looked at me, eyes glistening. Then she looked away and pushed as hard as she could. When she relaxed, I knew it was over. I was about to go over to Doctor Hart as he cut the cord, but he beckoned for me to stay. His eyes said to keep Tris distracted. Something was wrong.

I hesitated before returning to my spot next to Tris. "You did so good." I told her. I kept saying encouraging things, but when she turned her head and looked at me, it was obvious. She knew something was wrong.

"You can stop Tobias." She whispered. "I know that something is wrong. It's plastered on your face. Our baby isn't going to make it."

"You don't know that!" I tried to argue but she cut me off.

"Babies usually cry the second that they're born. It's been nearly five minutes and ours hasn't even made a noise." Tears were streaming down her face. "It's alright. You don't need to try and hide it."

As soon as she stopped talking, a high-pitched cry filled the room. My head whipped around to see Doctor Hart holding a bundle wrapped in a pink blanket.

"Would you like to hold your daughter?"

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-A Few Hours Later-

-Tris P.O.V-

Tobias and I were both laying on the bed, our new baby girl in between us. There were no words to describe her. Perfect wasn't good enough. She had a small patch of dark brown hair and her eyes were grey. Well, they were for now. Baby's eyes are known to change color.

The reason she didn't cry right away is because she wasn't breathing. It sounds scarier than it actually is. Doctor Hart said that her lungs are just a bit underdeveloped, but he was able to get her breathing by using a little tube to expand her airways. He was going to take it out in a few days so we could take her home.

"She is so unbelievably beautiful." Tobias said. "Just like you."

I grazed my thumb against her cheek. "I can't believe it. We have a daughter."

"We do." Tobias was smiling proudly.

"You won." I said.

"Won what?" Tobias asked.

"Our baby's a girl. You get to name her." I told him.

"Oh, uh, you can do that."

I looked at him, confused. "Why don't you want to name her?"

"Because a name is something you're stuck with. Well, at least until she's sixteen. But what if she hates it?"

I laughed at his pettiness. "Do you really think that I would let you name our baby something ridiculous? How about you pick the first name and I'll pick the middle?"

Tobias looked at our baby for a long time. I was about to say that he didn't have to come up with a name by himself, but he had already made a decision.

"Carter."

Carter. I liked it. Usually Carter is viewed as a boy's name, but I think it could be used for a girl to. It's different. And I'm sure that our daughter will be different.

"I love it." I told him. "Carter Eaton."

Tobias smiled at my approval. "What about her middle name?"

It had to be perfect. The perfect name for a perfect girl.

Grace.

"Carter Grace Eaton."

How was it? Sorry if you don't like the name, but I just love unisex names. I think Carter is great. And sorry. I'm not trying to beg for reviews, I really am. I'll try harder. Love you all.

~A