Hello again!

Here's the first instalment of bonus chapters. Quite long at about 6 thousand words, and it covers a few years. Tris and Tobias' ages are written at the beginning of each section just so you know where things are up to.

Everyone, thanks should go to BK2U for spending the time to edit this whopper of an update! It wasn't easy :-)

Bonus Content Part 1

Tris: Age 21 Tobias: Age 25

The reason Tris stopped taking her birth control pills was because that's what her idiot doctor instructed. She'd been on them for three years, so he told her that she needed to take a break for six months. After doing some research on the computer at home, it seemed as though this was an outdated concept and wasn't at all beneficial for her ovulation cycle like the doctor had claimed. But that didn't matter, since the practitioner wouldn't budge and denied her request for a repeat prescription.

"Please don't act all egotistical by saying I got the wrong size," Tris says wryly as she sets the box of condoms out on the coffee table in front of Tobias, who's busy reading the paper.

"No, they're the right ones," he says dismissively with a sigh. Tris doesn't know what's bugging him, but takes the huge box upstairs and shoves it into the drawer in the nightstand next to their bed.

It's only a couple months later when they both stumble into the house, bellies full from the gourmet food they ate at the restaurant for their 'date night'. Since they're both busy with their careers these days, Friday nights always consist of food, quality time and sex.

They barely make it into the living room, Tris nearly tripping over because her panties are dropped around her ankles, restricting her legs. Their mouths are sloppy as they kiss, both tasting like steak and chocolate and wine. She kicks her heels off, pulling Tobias' shirt out from where it's tucked in his black jeans as he fiddles with the zipper on the back of her dress. They collapse onto the larger sofa, her legs instantly locking around his waist easily as she lifts her hips to grind against him with want. Tobias bites down on his lip, emitting some kind of growling noise as he looks down at her with lust-clouded eyes.

"Condom," she says breathlessly as she fiddles with the button on his jeans.

"Fuck," Tobias hisses, thinking about the stupid box of condoms that still sits in the nightstand upstairs. He hasn't had to carry condoms around in his wallet since Tris was a teenager, and he'll be damned if he has to leave her warm embrace to trek all the way upstairs and get one. "It's okay, I'll just pull out."

But he didn't. They got a little too caught up in the moment, Tobias moving quicker than usual because they were both so desperate for the release that they hadn't had in quite a few days. He had all intentions of pulling out, but came quicker than he thought he would and well…then it was too late, his hips jutting of their own accord.

—0—

Tobias holds his ear against the bathroom door, but can't hear anything. This is all his fault. They either should have just taken things up to the bedroom that night after the restaurant, or he should have withdrawn like he said he would. He feels as guilty as ever, because now Tris has locked herself in the bathroom with pregnancy tests that they got from the pharmacy. It's been two months since the incident, and Tris hasn't had her period.

"Tris, you've been in there for half an hour," Tobias whines impatiently, knocking his hand lazily against the door.

"Door's open," she calls. Tobias walks in the bathroom to see her sitting on the toilet, holding a pee stick between her legs. On the counter, are two more. "Best out of three," she smiles at him sheepishly.

"I'm surprised you have it in you," he comments, holding in a laugh at her contorted face.

"I drank, like, two pints of water."

Tris finishes up, placing the cap on the end of the pregnancy test before handing it to Tobias and washing her hands. They line the three of them up on the counter, and he times two minutes on his watch. Tris clutches onto his arm the whole time, her stomach in knots. They haven't really decided what they want the outcome to be. Granted, this wasn't planned, but they've got a house and two steady jobs—not to mention their rock-solid relationship. "It's time," he says, looking at her with nerves written across his face. They slowly approach the counter and flip over the sticks to see the results.

All three are negative.

Only now does Tris realise what she wanted the outcome to be: she wanted it to be positive. Tobias mutters something that sounds like "never mind," and scoops the sticks up and throws them into the trash can. They both go to bed that night dissatisfied and thoroughly confused about their feelings.

A couple of days later, Tris got her period. It was like the world shoving its middle finger in her face— a big fuck you.

"Tris, don't get depressed about it," Tobias tells her over dinner.

"I don't even know why I'm so disappointed. It's not like we were planning it."

"Would you…like to plan it?" He asks her hesitantly, setting his fork down to look at her. Deep down, she doesn't have to think about her answer to that question. She knows the excitement and giddiness she felt when she was buying the pregnancy tests is an answer in itself.

"Would you?" She asks softly.

"I guess I would," he says, playing around with his food, the corner of his mouth curling upwards. He lifts his eyes to see Tris grinning from the other end of the table, pleased with his admission.

"I would, too."

"So I don't have to use the condoms anymore?"

"No," she laughs, "you don't."

Tris: Age 23 Tobias: Age 27

"It's been two years, Tobias," Tris says glumly from where she's sprawled across his panting, sweat-slicked chest. "I don't think you sticking my legs up in the air and tilting my hips upwards for ten minutes straight is going to make a difference."

"It was just a stupid thing I read online," he mutters, feeling foolish that he Googled crazy acrobatic sex positions that are supposed to make trying to conceive more successful. He also feels powerless and emasculated because he's been unable to plant his seed— which were the drunken and unhelpful words from a phone conversation with his friend Zeke.

"What happens if nothing makes a difference?"

"I, uh - I don't know," Tobias admits. They've avoided this conversation up until now, convincing each other that it will happen for them someday and that there's really nothing to worry about. But two years is a long time, and things aren't looking good. "There's always adoption," he blurts out.

Tris immediately stops playing with his fingers and props herself up, away from where she was lying atop of him. She looks at him with a mixture of shock and sadness and a harsh realisation. "I want your babies. I want them to have brown hair and blue eyes and be stubborn and bad tempered but also kind and quiet and thoughtful. I don't want - I, I can't even -" she shakes her head, blinking her eyes rapidly.

"I didn't mean to upset you," Tobias says, sitting up on the bed next to her and wrapping his arms around her small frame. "Come on, it's midday, let's go and get some fresh air."

They walked to the park in silence, Tobias' arm slung over Tris' shoulders. Both of them are distracted with thinking about what ifs— how would it feel if they both got tested and it turned out they couldn't make a family? They tactfully avoid walking past the children's playground, since the last thing they need is a reminder of how much they want their own kid running around.

The bench that they sit on is situated away from the busy playground, in a secluded area of the park. It's under a willow tree, shading them from the spring sun, the fresh scent of newly cut grass surrounding them. Tobias' leg bobs up and down nervously, and he fidgets with his jacket and the material of his jeans, even scratching the back of his neck now and then. "Are you feeling alright?" Tris asks him worriedly.

"I'm okay," he says, not very convincingly. "It's just that there's something I've been meaning to ask you and I don't know if it's the right time or how you'll react," he gulps.

"I think we've learned in the past that there's never a right time for anything."

"True," he chuckles. "I, uh -" he opens the left side of his jacket, rooting around in the pocket for something. "I just want you to know that I love you, Tris," he stops whatever he's doing to give her eye contact. "A lot. I love you a lot. Well, more than a lot, actually… but, um, I was hoping that you'd want to make that love more…official."

Tris' heart seems to stop its loud hammering in her chest and goes dead still, her ears ringing, when he pulls out a velvet ring box from his jacket. Tobias stares down at the ring box in his hands, turning it over and over until he eventually opens it. Inside, sits a generous pear-shaped diamond, resting on a platinum band. "Tobias," Tris whispers, turning her head to look up at him instead of the sparkling rock.

"I want to know if you'll marry me," he says quietly, still looking down at his lap instead of at Tris. When he does finally look at her, though, she's wearing a hopeful smile on her face rather than the depressed one from earlier today. Her crystal blue eyes are shining more than the ring, and she holds out her trembling hand towards him with a small, shy smile. He takes that as a yes, and deftly pulls the ring out from its cushioned slot. The band slides onto her ring finger easily, since he took one of her other rings with him when picking out the size. The diamond looks a little more obnoxious than it really is when it's sitting on her small hand, but it's beautiful like her nonetheless. They kiss, gently and softly, hands embracing one another, soft lips speaking for them rather than words. For now, this is enough.

—0—

The wedding was held at a manor house, in the beautiful lush green, flower-filled gardens. Tobias wore a very light tan coloured suit, and Tris' gown was just as simple. It was form-fitting, but not too tight, made out of a thin silk material with elegant straps and only a small train that suited her petite figure. Her veil was long, though; its delicate embroidered material trailing on the floor behind her. The entire event was quite simple, yet somehow still too formal for Tris and Tobias. Their closest friends and family attended, even Marcus and Sarah, with whom Tobias doesn't really keep much contact lately.

But now, only a couple of days later, they're at the airport queuing up to board their flight. Tobias hasn't said much since this morning, and Tris knows from the other couple of times that they've vacationed together that he's scared of flying. The combination of the heights and confined spaces can be overwhelming for him. They hand over their passports and plane tickets, the blonde flight attendant smiling warmly at them both. "Did you take the pills the doctor gave you?" Tris asks him.

"I told you I'm not taking any pills," Tobias grunts, his face looking clammy.

"But they'd really help you."

"They wouldn't help me…they'd just send me to sleep. And then I'll feel groggy for the next couple of days and it'll ruin our honeymoon."

Tris decided to keep quiet after that. After all these years, she's learned that the best way to help Tobias is just to be near him. When they get seated, though, his discomfort increases. Tris sits next to the window, and she closes the little plastic shutter so that he can't look out by accident. His hands grip onto the arm rests, his leg bobs up and down, and his jaw clenches as he grits his teeth. Tris fiddles with her new wedding ring— it's a platinum band that fits perfectly against the shape of her pear-shaped engagement diamond. Tobias' wedding ring is also a band of platinum, simple yet precious.

"Not long now until we land in France," Tris tries to say positively, but Tobias just hums quietly. "I know this is terrifying for you," she whispers, "but just try to think of it as something positive. It's an adventure. Just like the rest of our life together."

At this, she sees the corner of Tobias' mouth lift slightly, and even though his eyes are shut tight, his hand finds hers easily.

Tris: Age 25 Tobias: Age 29

Fifteen thousand dollars. That's how much their first child has cost. Tobias really thinks he's just paid for fifteen grand worth of torture, since Tris spent the first couple of months hunched over their toilet bowl. Thankfully, their first course of IVF was successful; they'd have to save up for even longer to afford another go at it.

"Okay," Tris says, walking out of the closet and into the bedroom. "Oil me." She walks over to Tobias who's sitting on the end of the bed, and hands him the bottle of skin oil. He presses his hands onto her hips and pulls her to stand between his legs, untwisting the bottle cap and pouring the pink coloured oil onto his hands.

"You know, I had many daydreams where you demanded that I rub oil on you, but in none of them were you wearing granny panties," he says, snapping the waistband of Tris' black cotton underwear with his index finger.

"They're not granny panties," she huffs, irritated. "They're maternity underwear. All of my normal stuff either falls down because of my bump or gives me a wedgie because my ass has gotten fatter."

"I'm only joking," he says with a smile, smoothing the oil onto her skin in circles. He runs his hands all over her thighs, her hips, her bump, her chest, and she even demanded for him to oil her back 'just in case'. "What's this supposed to do, anyway?" He asks as he runs his fingers over her inner thighs, feeling the indentations of the angry red lines that are growing there.

"It stops stretch marks."

"Well, it's not working," he says bluntly, without even thinking. Tris' jaw drops, annoyed that he'd point something like that out so insensitively, especially since she's always struggled with her body image. She snatches the bottle out of his hands and storms back into the closet, throwing it onto the floor in anger. They both know that Tobias continually struggles with kindness and the way that he words things. But lately, with her flaring hormones, it's even easier for Tris to get upset. "Tris, don't," he says quietly when he follows her into the closet. She's sitting on the floor, scrubbing away at the angry red marks as if that will make them disappear. He clasps his hand over hers, moving it away from her skin and sits down on the floor next to her.

They sit like this, side by side, probably for an hour. Tobias points out all his scars to try and make her feel better— the dent in his chin from a skateboarding accident when he was a kid, and the silvery stretch marks of his own from gaining muscle practically overnight. He tells her she's beautiful no matter what, and even though saying that still probably won't make her believe it, they both appreciate the intimacy.

—0—

The first time they try to have sex is when it's already been far too long. Sure, they've gotten…busy. But they haven't been able to give themselves to each other fully because of Tris' dreadful morning sickness and general irritability that she feels whilst pregnant. She's well into her second trimester now, though, and is starting to feel things again— things other than nausea and grumpiness and feelings of inadequacy directed towards her changing body. Tobias was just starting to fall asleep when Tris began to kiss down his bare chest, her hands gentle and curious and touching him just the way he likes. He wakes up quickly, his eyes flying open, looking at Tris with a goofy grin. They begin as they always do, but this time it's awkward and uncomfortable for them both. The baby bump gets in the way, Tris' back aches in protest, and all the while Tobias is just wishing that he had ordered one of those pregnancy sex pillow thingies that he researched online.

"I'm gonna go on all fours," she eventually murmurs in his ear, and he nearly swallows his tongue. They kick the quilt and comforter out of the way, and Tobias sidles up from behind her. He bends his body over her back, his arm slinking around her stomach in an attempt to support the heavy weight between her hips. They've done this a few times before. It's not their favourite position because they prefer to be able to see each other, but for Tris it never normally feels this bad. Tobias' movements are causing Tris' body to pitch back and forth, and the motion is making her insides swirl and writhe, especially her stomach. This prompts her to think about the baby inside of her, which is oh so very off-putting when she's trying to have sex with her husband. She decides to stick it out for a few more minutes in hopes of it getting better, but then she feels bile in her throat and knows that if they carry on, this is all going to end dreadfully. "I'm sorry, stop," she rasps out.

"Not good?" He pants, hands gripping her hips.

"No, it's making me feel sick again, I need to lie back down." Even though he still craves her, Tobias gets Tris settled on the bed again before taking himself into the bathroom to get her a glass of water.

The next time they have sex, things are much more successful. They're lying in bed in their usual sleeping position—Tris on her side with Tobias behind her, his body curling around hers. She feels him press against her, a fire growing in her middle when his large hands work their way down her legs. "I think we can make it work like this," he whispers in her ear. All Tris can do is nod her head, a little needy, and bites down on her lip as Tobias removes both of their pants. They don't bother to take their T-shirts off before he's lifting her thigh up to get better access, the both of them slipping into what seems like long-lost ecstasy. It's good. Really good, actually. The way Tobias is spooning her feels comfortable to Tris, and all she has to do is lie there and get kissed and touched by him, so there are no complaints with that. Neither last very long, and after, they're both exhausted and spent and sated. They should probably shower, but the moment feels too good to care about that.

"I've missed you," Tris says. "I've missed this."

"I've missed you, too," he smiles, running his hand over her hair.

—0—

"I can't feel any kicking today," Tris comments when they're cleaning up in the kitchen. "It just feels weird."

"Maybe the little alien's tired for once," Tobias says, drying off the drinking glasses with a towel.

"Stop calling it an alien, Tobias," she laughs with a shake of her head.

"That's what it looks like on the scans," he defends, backing away from Tris when she threatens to slap him with a dishcloth. It's only four weeks until Tris' due date, but her stomach is huge on her small body. Even Tobias' T-shirts are tight on her now and she's suffering with a lot of discomfort. They've got an appointment next week to evaluate the due date again, since she may need to schedule a caesarian section a couple of weeks early because of the increasing size of the baby.

Tris and Tobias take two hot chocolates up to bed with them, retiring early because Tris' back pain is killing her. He arranges the mountain of pillows behind her and helps her shift into a comfortable position, even though that's almost impossible lately. Even the once life-saving pregnancy pillow makes her feel flustered, so she opts for Tobias' curling around her at night instead.

"I feel sick," she starts to whine, placing the mug onto the nightstand next to her.

"Like you're actually going to be sick?"

"I don't think I'll make it," she croaks, slapping a hand over her mouth as she struggles to clamber off the bed. In record speed, Tobias flies into their bathroom, grabbing the plastic organiser box from one of the drawers that they keep all the toiletries in. He tips everything out and races back into the bedroom, just in time to save their new plush cream carpets from an unsightly stain. He sees the hot chocolate again, and holds her hair back until she's done.

A couple of hours later, Tris still looks pretty green. She hasn't had sickness with her pregnancy for a while now, and Tobias hopes to God that she hasn't caught some kind of bug or virus because that would be the last thing she needs right now. She's in bed, shaking and sweating as he kneads his knuckles into her lower back until his hand cramps up, trying to relieve some of the aching pressure she complains is forming there.

Tobias doesn't know what time it is when he wakes up to complete darkness. He's groggy and clammy, and doesn't even remember falling asleep in the first place. But then he feels something warm and wet on his legs, and in his haziness, thinks for a moment that Tris has wet the bed. He plunges his hands under the covers and sure enough feels a damp patch, but then he realises what it really is. Of course, he thinks. The signs have been there all day, he just didn't look at what was right in front of him. His eyes widen and he wakes up instantly, unceremoniously kicking the covers off and flicking on the switch for the lamp. "Tris, wake up," he whispers to her, shaking her shoulder gently.

"Hmm?" She mumbles sleepily, clumsily feeling around for his hand.

"I think your water broke."

—0—

After that, everything seemed like a blur—a strange, heightened mixture of emotions. Tris was giggling when she waddled over to the bathroom to get in the shower, the strange liquid continually and very slowly trickling down her leg. "It won't stop coming out," she complained to Tobias, who was frantically rushing around the bedroom getting dressed, stripping the sheets and making sure they had their hospital bags packed. "You look like a dad already," she commented on his attire: shorts, sneakers, T-shirt, grey hoodie and a baseball cap.

"Are you feeling okay?" He had asked her with concern. How could she be so relaxed?

But the giggling and excitement stopped around the time they finished gathering up their things and got in the car. They decided they needed to head off to the hospital as soon as possible rather than wait around; Tris wasn't even full term yet. A dull, aching pain had been steadily growing deep in her belly ever since she woke up, and now in the car, it's even worse. She's fussy and won't let Tobias touch her, shifting in her seat and rolling her head to the side with a contorted expression on her face. "It feels like I can't sit down anymore," Tris panics when they pull up in the hospital parking lot. Tobias jogs to the reception area, alerting a couple of nurses who follow him back out to the car with a wheelchair. They drove here in the SUV, so it's a struggle to get Tris out of the passenger seat smoothly, but all of them working together eventually manage to do it. One of the midwives quickly checks out her lower half discreetly, and assures Tris that she can sit down and that it's just the process of dilation that's making her feel as though the baby's coming out.

"It looks like this kid's pretty eager to see you both," the female doctor says after examining Tris. They're already in a delivery suite, Tris on the bed, Tobias standing next to her. They hook her up to several machines, checking her blood pressure and other vital signs.

"We're concerned about the baby's heart rate," the doctor later tells them, when Tris has dilated to nine centimetres. "We're going to have to attempt an assisted delivery quickly so that we can get the baby out as soon as possible."

Tris whines in pain and Tobias feels faint at the mention of 'forceps'; he can't even look at what they're doing to her down there. Fifteen minutes later and things are looking even more bleak. Tobias can tell there's something wrong, the concerned look on the doctor's face says it all, and the look of horror on the nurses' faces adds to that. Eventually, they take the contraptions away and begin to discuss things in murmured voices. "What's going on?" Tobias demands, fed up with being kept in the dark. He wants everything explained to him, pronto.

"We're struggling to get the baby out…the safest option now would be to perform an emergency caesarian."

—0—

The safest option, Tobias rethinks the words as he pulls on the hospital-issued scrubs. Yeah, well, it had better be.

They've already taken Tris off to surgery, and left Tobias behind so that he can change his clothes. He's rushing so much that he puts his legs in the wrong holes, and the stupid rubber shoes aren't even big enough for him.

A nurse leads him to the correct operating room, and Tris is already set up on the bed with nurses and surgeons rushing around her. "Tobias," she whimpers, holding out her hand for him. He quickly latches onto it, sitting on the little stool next to her head. There's some kind of green curtain draped across her middle, blocking off the view of the delivery. A nurse fusses around Tris, stuffing her hair into a hair net and fastening a tag around her wrist.

"It'll be alright now," Tobias says to her, running his hand up and down her arm and kissing her fingers where her wedding rings have been taken off.

"But I'm scared," she whispers, clutching onto his hand for dear life. Tobias can see the way that she visibly trembles and shivers. She's petrified, and he doesn't blame her. One minute they were sitting in bed, and the next they're here, with Tris being cut open. He feels like kicking or punching something, but knows that he has to keep it together for her. He regrets letting her see him break down when the doctor ran through everything that was going wrong with the delivery. It's the first time Tris has seen him properly cry - shoulders shaking and everything - in the whole seven years that they've known each other. But he can't lose her, he just won't allow it.

"So am I," he murmurs in her ear. "But that's okay. We'll get through it together. Take deep breaths at the same time as I do."

Tris nods her head tightly, watching the way he breathes in and out deeply, attempting to mimic it. He slides an arm underneath her neck and wraps it around her shoulders, attempting to support her physically as well as emotionally.

"You're completely numb now, sweetheart," the nurse kindly says to Tris. "But you're still going to feel an uncomfortable pressure as we get the baby out."

Tris nods her head in understanding, apprehension flitting across her face. Tobias presses his forehead to the side of her head, "You're doing so well," he whispers to her quietly, attempting to get them lost in their own little bubble to avoid the hustle and bustle going on around them. "You're brave."

"I want it to be over," she whines, her small body being tugged and pulled. Tobias quickly glances around the curtain at her lower half and regrets the decision instantly—the bright colour of her blood, which coats the instruments, towel, and the doctor's gloved hands, causes him to feel lightheaded.

"Take the baby to the warming table," the doctor suddenly says in an authoritative voice. Tris and Tobias still, listening for the crying sounds of a baby but unable to hear anything. Why isn't it crying?

Another doctor and the midwives are now in the corner of the room, huddled around something covered in goop and blood. Tobias can see one of the midwives' arms moving back and forth, seemingly rubbing on something. And then, a high-pitched wail fills the room, causing their breaths to falter. "Your baby boy is out now, and I've delivered the placenta," the doctor that's still standing over Tris says. She's smiling at them beneath her surgical mask, while still busying herself with the task at hand. "I'm just going to stitch you up while you say hello to your new little one."

"A boy," Tobias murmurs to himself. The midwife walks over to him, carefully placing his crying son in his arms, the boy tightly swaddled in a striped hospital blanket. "Here's Baby Eaton," she says with a warm smile. Tobias gazes down at his newborn's eyes, which are scrunched shut. The new father snuggles him close for a moment, which seems to settle him a little more, then moves to bring their son close to Tris' face for her to kiss.

"Is he alright?" Tobias asks, his eyes a little glossy.

"Yes, in the end everything went smoothly. His heart rate is returning to normal now that he's out, and he's certainly healthy and big enough considering he's only thirty-six weeks. But he obviously takes after you," the midwife says to Tobias, commenting on the baby's large size. It's no wonder that Tris struggled to deliver him naturally.

—0—

The birth of not-so-little Jacob Eaton has left Tris in a bit of a mess, really. Since they attempted a natural - yet assisted – birth, and then followed it up with a caesarian… she has been suffering with the aftermath of both types of deliveries.

They returned home a little more than a week ago after staying in the hospital for a few days. Tris still needs to lie on the sofa for long stretches, wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair of Tobias' boxer shorts, since the low and tight waistband of her own clothes irritates the new angry scar that draws a line underneath her abdomen.

"How are you feeling?" Tobias asks her, walking into the living room with Jacob cradled in his arms. His facial hair has fully grown in, the hair on his head is messy and long and curly, and like Tris, all he wears are pyjamas.

"Not too bad, things are starting to get a little easier," she says with a small smile.

"Good. Will you be okay alone with him for just a bit? I badly need a shower," he says, sniffing under his arms and scrunching his nose in disgust.

"I'll be fine, Tobias." Tris sighs, giving him a look that that warns him to not wrap her up in cotton wool. He smiles sheepishly, carefully passing the baby down to her and making sure that they're both comfortable.

"If you need me, just shout for me."

"I'll be fine, go."

When Tobias finally leaves the living room to jog up the stairs, Tris and the baby are alone in the quiet. They both kind of just lie there, staring dumbly at each other. It's no secret that Jacob has bonded more with Tobias, since he's been the only truly able-bodied one around here due to all the pain and complications Tris has suffered. She hasn't even attempted breastfeeding because at first she was too ill after surgery, and now it's been impossible because she can't have Jacob pressed against her stomach without stabbing pains shooting through her. Although both the nurses and Tobias have assured her that Jacob will be fine with a bottle, she still feels a little guilty.

"I'm gonna be able to lift you up like your daddy does in another couple of weeks," Tris coos to the baby wrapped up in a cream blanket. He looks up at her with big blue eyes and it makes her heart melt. When he was first born, they were the average blue colour that most babies are born with, but now they've started to darken to a stranger shade—deeper than Tris' but less of a navy colour than Tobias'. There are even flecks of brown beginning to surround the black pupils. He's no doubt his father's son, though. His hair is thick and dark brown, and although his skin is light now, Tris and Tobias can both tell that it will darken into an olive shade. "Your hands are going to be the same size as mine in no time at all," Tris laughs quietly, as she presses Jacob's chubby palm against hers. "Maybe I won't be able to carry you."

Tris' smile is obviously contagious, because Jacob seems to be attempting some kind of gummy grin as he stares at her. She runs her thumb across his cheekbone, wanting this moment to last forever.

So that's the end of 'part 1' for the bonus content. I had to split all the mini chapters up into 2 separate updates because they were so long. The next set of mini chapters should be up in a couple of weeks, and in those you will get to see more of Tris and Tobias actually be parents, be introduced to their second child and get to know the characters of their children a lot better. So, keep following for updates on that.

This chapter was hefty and not the easiest, so it took me a long time to write. I would appreciate it if you let me know your thoughts :-)