I don't own Divergent.

Hey, everyone. This chapter is very fluffy, and I think most of you will be very happy with the ending. Sorry that it's quite a bit shorter than most of my updates for this story - about one thousand words shorter. Enjoy the update.

"Four, I -"

"Don't call me that."

"What should I call you, then?" I retort.

He bits his lip. "Nothing...yet."

I chuckle. "Okay...then how about Number Four?"

He smiles at me slightly. "I'm serious." Then he kisses my forehead.

"Did you put AJ and Tristan to bed yet?"

I shake my head. "I -"

"I'll do it," Four offers.

"Hang on, let me come." I stand and help him out of bed. Susan asked me to watch Tristan again. She's going to pick him up a little earlier this time, so we can sit and chat.

I hand Four a shirt and watch as he pulls it on. His back has been healing in the past week. His birthday is two days from now.

"Good night, AJ," I say, kissing his head. "Good night, Tristan. Get some sleep, boys."

Four hugs AJ and Tristan. I hear AJ whisper, "Good night, Daddy." Four smiles and kisses his head.

"Get some sleep," he repeats, turning the lights off. It's only seven, but the boys will talk for a little while.

"How does 'Daddy' feel?" I tease, kissing his cheek. "Now go put on some jeans." I pinch his leg through his boxers.

"Ugh, fine. You know, it's like we're dating already," he calls to me, stuffing his boxers into a pair of jeans.

"Mm," I reply uninterestedly.

Four hugs me and kisses my head. "When does Susan get here?"

I shrug. "Soon."

A knock on the door reaches our ears. I offer a hand to Four and we get the door.

"Hey, Susan," I say, smiling at her.

"Hey, Tris. How are you?" Susan shakes my hand, her skin pale against mine. Her hair is blonder than mine as well, but her eyes are dark.

"I'm good. You?"

"Pretty good. I hate the childcare battle, though. I've had to put my daughter - she's five and in kindergarten - with different friends, too," Susan explains.

"Come in, come in," I say. She steps in, smiling at me. I gesture to Four. "This is Four, one of my good friends." There's no awkwardness or tension there.

She smiles at him, too, and shakes his hand. "Four Eaton, huh? All-star pitcher and catcher. What's your average now?"

Four smiles. "Actually, Tris has been helping me raise it. I went from a two-ninety-seven to a three-fifteen this season."

"Wow. That's great," she says. Then she turns to me. "How was Tristan?"

I smile. "He was good. He and AJ always have fun."

Susan is about to reply when AJ comes out, eyes red with tears. Four picks him up, and I pluck him out of Four's arms.

"What's wrong, baby?" I ask.

He hiccups. "I had a bad dream, Mommy. A man was hurting Daddy. He hurt him really bad and you had to take care of him and you got hurt by the bad man, too."

"Oh, AJ, it's okay," I tell him. "No one's hurting me and Four, I promise."

AJ hugs me tightly. "Can Daddy tuck me in?" he requests.

I smile and kiss his head. "Sure." I hand him to Four, who murmurs to him, walking back to his bedroom.

I sit next to Susan on the couch. "Is Four AJ's dad?" she asks.

I chuckle. "No, Four wasn't around when I had AJ. AJ just calls him that for lack of a father figure. My dad was always 'Papa.'"

Susan hurries to say, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have -"

I shake my head. "No, it's fine, Susan."

"Are you two -" she gestures.

I look at the door. "No." Then I stand and go check on them. Four is softly singing a lullaby. I smile, lean on the doorway, and gesture for Susan to come.

She smiles, too. "He's a good guy."

I nod and slip back out of the room. When Four returns a few minutes later, Susan and I are chatting about our jobs.

Four sits and tries to listen politely for a few minutes. When we begin talking about different muscle injuries, he shakes his head. "I think this is my cue to leave," he whispers to me, kissing my temple. "See you in the morning. Don't forget to come check on me." He smiles wryly and shakes Susan's hand again. "Nice to meet you, Susan."

Four lumbers into his room, and I hear him getting ready for bed. I smile. "Well, he's gone."

She chuckles. "Our conversation was pretty dull, to be fair. Even to me."

I giggle. "I thought it was boring, too. So, not to be rude or anything, but where is Tristan and your daughter's father?"

She looks down. "He died. In a car crash two years ago. Hayden remembers him - sort of. She has a few memories. We got married when I was nineteen and had Hayden when I was twenty and Tristan when I was twenty one."

"I'm sorry," I say softly. "I know the whole 'young motherhood' thing is hard, especially by yourself. Were your parents helpful?"

She nods. "They were great, really. So where is AJ's dad, if he's not Four?"

I look away. "AJ's father raped me when I was eighteen and I had AJ at nineteen. His father actually plays for the Yankees, but I recently got him suspended for drug use. That's why Four stays with AJ and me - it's to protect us."

Susan says, "I'm sorry, Tris. I didn't mean to -"

I shrug. "No, it's fine. I have AJ."

"I was born Catholic," Susan begins. "I was always taught that children are a blessing, children are a requirement, children are the product of a good marriage. I never really believed them, but Nicholas was Catholic, too, and wanted to get married in the church, so I pretended to want kids." She sighs. "When they came along, I loved them. I still do. But now I don't have Nicholas. And...and if the church teaches that children are a blessing, then what about that bastard who raped you?"

I nod. "My dad was Catholic. My mother was Jewish. When the Catholic Church told my father I was a sinner for having a child outside of wedlock, he promptly converted to Judaism, and then wore his yarmulke to a Sunday mass with me, though he did not take communion. I had been raised Jewish, so I had never taken it. My father walked up to the priest, me and AJ at his side, and told him exactly what he thought of him. I smiled innocently."

Susan chuckles. "I like that story. Is AJ Jewish?"

"Yes and no. He can read some Hebrew and speak some Yiddish, but we don't go to the synagogue or celebrate much. He's going to have a bar mitzvah, but not for a while," I reply.

We hear a thump from Four's room and a curse. "You okay?" I call.

"Yup. Just tripped," he replies.

"Speaking of Four..." Susan says. "Go after him." Then she disappears into AJ's room and comes out with a sleeping Tristan. "See you soon. Thanks, by the way."

"No problem."

Four wraps his arms around me. "I never knew you were Jewish."

"I never told you." I look at Four and bite my lip. "I think AJ saw or heard something that night with Marcus. Why else would he have a bad dream?"

"I don't know. I think we should let it go, though," Four answers, rubbing a warm hand up and down my arm.

I lean my head on his shoulder. "Okay."

"C'mon, boys," Susan and I coax. "Four is going to play. Let's go."

The boys get out of the car and follow us. Max told me I have to be in the dugout, and I'm bringing AJ with me. I got Susan tickets to watch it with Christina, who Max gave tickets. His birthday party is tomorrow, so we're hoping he wins. Well, we'd be hoping either way.

I sit AJ in a corner of the dugout with Uriah, who did make the major league team but is currently not playing, and make sure both of them know not to move without telling me. Uriah grins at me. "Calm down, baby mama. I have other siblings besides Zeke."

I punch him and sit next to Zeke. "Is Four warming up?" I ask.

Zeke nods. "I'm not pitching today. Uri's not catching. I think Eric is, actually."

"Who's batting for him?"

"I dunno. Some new designated hitter. Personally, I think Four has a good enough average that they should stick him out there, but it's against American League rules. Dumbass rules," Zeke mutters.

"Is everything set up for the party?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah. Just get Four out of your room for a few hours tomorrow at about ten, okay?"

I nod and wait for the game to begin.

Four collapses next to me, looking stressed. "Hey, Tris."

I put a hand on his back. "How do you feel?"

"My back is okay," he replies, a smile fighting its way onto his face. "I'm just tired from the inning."

"You're playing well."

"Thanks."

We watch until it's time for Four to go back on the field, and then I sit AJ on my lap. None of the players have gotten hurt yet, and I intend to keep it that way.

AJ watches the game with rapt attention. I think he's going to continue to play baseball. If he ends up being no good, he can be a coach. But I think he'll be good, considering Peter's a baseball player and I played softball for a long time.

Four ends up pitching the entire game. The last inning, he gives up one RBI, but that's the only run the Tigers score.

Before I can stop him, AJ runs out onto the field and leaps into Four's arms. Four chuckles and sets him on his hip.

I go out onto the field some, and Four grabs me and drags me further. I dig my heels in, grinning at him.

"He's your kid," he whispers. He sets AJ down. "Go get him."

I shove him and pick AJ up, still grinning. "Ha. He still listens to me more than you." Then I walk off the field loftily.

Four jogs after me, grabs my head, and kisses me. From all around the stadium, I hear an "awww." Christina also screams something, and Susan cheers. I can taste gum, sweat, dirt, and leather on him. I like it.

Four releases me, grabs my hand, and pulls me off the field.

Once in the dugout, the men surround Four and cheer him on, both for the game and for "getting some," to quote Zeke.

I kiss Four's cheek. "Go shower, nerdface."

He sticks his tongue out at me but obeys.

Four grabs my hand and kisses it. "Wouldst thou liketh to ride with me in my automobile?"

I hug him. "I wouldst, but I have to take my own car back. Meet you there?"

He nods and kisses my cheek.

Christina and Susan nearly tackle me, each squealing happily. I chuckle. "English, guys, please."

"That was so romantic," Susan gushes.

"OH MY GOD, TRIS! FOUR IS PERFECT!" Christina yells.

I smile. "It was pretty romantic, wasn't it?"

They grin. "We're going to have us some girl time," Christina warns. Then she smirks. "But not until you bang that."

I hit her lightly. "My child is in that car," I remind her.

"Hey, Four."

He kisses my cheek. "How are my favorite two people?"

"Good." I set AJ down. "That was really romantic," I mutter in Four's ear, "even if it was incredibly embarrassing."

Four chuckles. "I've been getting calls from tons of newspapers asking about you."

"What have you said?"

He looks away. "Nothing, yet. I wanted to know what you want me to say."

I bite my lip. "What do they want to know?"

"About our relationship. About AJ. About every facet of my personal life," he answers. "And if that sounded bitter...no, nah, it was."

I chuckle and wrap my arms around his waist. "Well, there is no 'us' as of now. AJ is my son. Anything said of him will come from me. And your personal life is you personal life."

Four leans closer to me. "You're right. There is no us."

"There should be an us."

"Mm." He nuzzles my neck. "There should be an us, eh?"

I kiss his jaw, leading to his lips. "Yes," I whisper against them.

"Then will you go out with me?"

"Of course."