Guys… I just want you how I'm feeling right now. I'm actually feeling pretty emotional and I'm glad that you can't see me right now. I know it seems ridiculous that I'm actually tearing up, but I can't help it.

I feel like you all know me. You see me channel my emotions through my writing and I feel like that makes you guys a part of me; even if I don't know you at all. I don't want that to end, and that is the reason I am writing a sequel. I'm not writing it because I have to. This story has been a part of my life for over a year now; and now that it's ending soon, I feel very upset.

Since you guys know me on some level, I want to know you. If you want to make a new friend, message me. If you are going through a tough time and need a third party opinion, message me and I'll listen and try to help. If you just want someone to talk to, I'm all ears.

I don't want our connection to die.

Chapter 65

"Tobias," I groaned during a contraction. "Never again are we having a baby."

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "We'll see."

"We'll see nothing." I retorted. I was about to say more when Doctor Hart walked in.

"Hello Tris. Four. How long have you been having contractions?" he asked.

"I think around two hours. Right now they're not far apart."

"That makes sense." He said. "Labor with a second child often goes much faster than the first."

"Then it would go faster with a third." Tobias whispered to me.

"Shut up Four!" I snapped.

"Now Tris, I'd say you're ready to push. Do you feel ready?" I nodded. "Good. On the next contraction I want you to push as hard as you can."

"I know the drill," I said lightly.

"I know you do," Doctor Hart chuckled. "Just going over protocol."

Pushing a human being out of your body is extremely, extremely painful. Doing it twice, well, let's just say that I'm glad I'm not Christina, who is having twins. But all that pain and discomfort is worth it. Once you get to hold that tiny person that you made, you forget all about what you just went through. It's like it never even happened.

I haven't forgotten yet because the nurses were still cleaning my newborn child. But I was ready for that moment.

Tobias was grinning from ear to ear. He kept telling me how amazing I was and all that, but I knew that he was just stalling himself. All he wanted to do was hold our baby. And if it was a girl I was never going to hear the end of it.

Doctor Hart, whose back was currently facing us, slowly started to turn around. "Are you ready to meet your baby?"

The bundle in his arms was wrapped in a black blanket, not at all revealing the possible gender, which both Tobias and I were both anxiously waiting to find out. The doctor walked over and placed the bundle in my arms.

"This is Baby Eaton. A very healthy baby boy."

I was too busy marveling at my son to gloat about how I had been right. Tobias had obviously forgotten about that too.

"He looks exactly like you." Tobias whispered. And he did. It's almost like I'm looking at myself, well, if I was a baby. And a boy. Through the round cheeks I saw a narrow facial structure. His eyes were wide and the exact shade of my own. Even for a baby, his nose was long and thin. His hair was a dull blonde color.

"Let's hope he doesn't inherit my height." I laughed.

"I have the perfect name." Tobias said. "Tristan."

"Absolutely not!" I exclaimed.

"Why? He looks like a smaller, boy copy of you. We should name him after you." Tobias replied.

"Nope. Not doing it." I stated, holding my ground. "He already has my looks; he doesn't need my name too."

"Hopefully he didn't inherit your stubbornness either." Tobias retorted. After a few minutes of thinking, he looked up at me. "Ok, I have another one; but you're going to have to bear with me."

I groaned inwardly. "What is it?"

"Aiden Christopher." He said. "I know Aiden and Eaton don't mesh well,"

"They don't mesh at all." I interrupted.

"But just think about it. No one is going to call him Aiden Eaton; except maybe teachers. They'll just call him Aiden." He explained.

"I don't know." I said. "It is a good name, but the whole Aiden Eaton part kind of kills it for me."

"No one will call him Aiden Eaton!" Tobias exclaimed. "I didn't call you Tris Prior during initiation. They'll call him Aiden."

"Fine!" I surrendered. "Just don't give him some ridiculous nickname."

Tobias smirked at me, which gave me the impression that he already had something in mind. "Ace." He told me. "Aiden. Christopher. Eaton. Ace."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You're sticking with the number trend. Ace. Four. Six. Now we just need something for Carter." I said while handing him Aiden. Or should I say Ace.

"I hadn't thought about that actually." Tobias remarked while laughing.

Both of us went silent. The sight of Tobias holding our son was perfect. When I first met Tobias, I never imagined that this is where we would be. I thought that he'd train me, and then forget me. Obviously that's not how it turned out.

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Carter wasn't too pleased at the fact that she now had to share the attention of her parents. Currently, her favorite word was no, and she used it a lot. Whenever Aiden would cry, she'd stand up in her crib, look at him, and then yell no. If Tobias or I picked him up and not her, she'd yell no. Carter was a very jealous girl.

It wasn't like we ignored her. Aiden is just a newborn, so he needs just a little more attention at the moment. Tobias and I always make sure that we don't exclude her or anything. Everywhere we take Aiden, we take Carter too.

Now, I'm the last person to admit that something is giving me a hard time, but I'll admit it just this once. Having two children is a big transition from only having one; especially if they're only a year apart.

Carter and Aiden also have completely different personalities. Carter only gets fussy when she's hungry or needs her diaper changed. She, for the most part, has grown out of the crying when we're not there. Only on select occasions. She's a very laidback child. She still does the staring thing which is creepy.

Aiden, on the other hand, loves to cry. It's frustrating because you just have to let him cry himself out sometimes and it's heartbreaking. I hate hearing him wail, but if I can't do anything about it then I just have to walk away. Tobias isn't very good at doing that.

Carter has also mastered the art of making him cry. All she has to do is use that creepy stare of hers and he bursts into tears. We've tried to get her to stop but it hasn't worked at all. We just have to hope that she matures a little and stops torturing her brother. But this is Dauntless. We can't expect that to happen.

I'm not exactly sure what we're going to do when it comes to watching our children. We can't just ask Christina again because she's having her twins soon and that would mean five children for her to watch. I couldn't ask her to do that. It would put way too much stress on her.

I didn't want to stop working and I know that Tobias doesn't either; even though working in the control room isn't the most exciting job. Well, whatever we ended up doing, I knew we'd come up with it soon.

But having another child has been a blessing. Expanding a family is one of the greatest gifts anyone could receive. This is coming from someone who never wanted kids in the first place. Two accidents later and I am one of the happiest people in the world.

Life is a rollercoaster. There are ups and downs but, most of the time, you don't fall off.

One more chapter guys. That's it.

My goal for the last two chapters is to get to 2000 reviews. I'm not begging or anything because it's a long shot. But if you guys could do this for me, I'd be forever grateful.

Once again, I am not begging.

I love you guys. So so so much.

~A