I can tell I am teetering on the edge of wake and sleep but what I can't figure out is if I've been asleep or awake. A shiver runs through my body, pulling me further away from a peaceful slumber so I roll to my right so I can snuggle up against Tobias' warm body but I'm met by cold, empty sheets instead and groan. I lift my heavy head and try to focus on the green glowing numbers emanating from the bedside table. It takes me a couple times of opening and closing my eyes but they finally focus on the digits … 2:12.

"Ugh," I murmur. I slide out of bed and slip into my short, silky robe, which barely wraps around me anymore. I close it tightly, trying to ward off the chill in the air then go into the bathroom to relieve my screaming bladder. I swear Peanut must be using it as a pillow. After I wash my hands, I stumble into Tessa's room and find her peacefully sleeping in the middle of her crib then go looking for Tobias.

"What are you doing up?" he quietly asks when I reach the living room. He's sitting on the couch surrounded by several open files. He looks stressed.

"I could ask you the same thing," I say. "I got cold. I thought I would snuggle with you but you weren't there." I hear the pouting in my voice. "Come to bed."

"I tried to sleep but I couldn't get my mind off of … everything," he sighs. I move to the couch and start closing the folders. I neatly stack them on the end table then sit down next to him. He automatically puts his arm around me and draws me close.

"Talk to me," I say.

"This is worse than what happened with the lists or Maria and her cohorts," he says. "Harrison died. That could have been any one of us. That could have been you. We all need to do a better job of communicating with one another." I turn in his arms and caress his face.

"Let's worry about this in the morning," I say.

"It is morning," he says. I roll my eyes at him.

"I know something that will take your mind off our troubles and probably even help you sleep," I say.

"What might that be, love?" he asks, knowing exactly where my mind is going.

"Leave all this behind, come to bed, and I'll show you," I say.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" he asks as he gets up off the couch, concern thick in his voice as he helps me to my feet.

"I've never been more certain," I say, going up on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his. "Take me to bed, Mr. Eaton."

"Your wish is my command, Mrs. Eaton," he says, sweeping me up in his arms, causing me to giggle.

"Am I heavy?" I ask, resting my head on his shoulder as he carries me up the stairs.

"Not at all," he chuckles. "Why do you ask?"

"I've gained quite a bit of weight," I say. "I don't want you hurting yourself."

"Love, you've gained a little weight but only because you're pregnant," he says. "I'm not going to get hurt carrying you up the stairs." He searches out my lips and kisses me until we enter our room. He kicks our door shut with his heel then sits me on my feet in front of our bed. I watch in the pale moonlight as he first locks our bedroom door then slowly walks to his side of the bed and turns on the lamp. He comes back to me and stares into my eyes as he unhurriedly unties my sash then glides his hands up my body and pushes my robe off my shoulders. He watches as it pools at my feet. "God, you are so beautiful." A shiver moves through my body as he looks me up and down but this time it isn't from the unseasonably cool air. We wrap our arms around each other, and he moves his lips to my neck, so I toss my head back, exposing more skin to his talented mouth.

"Mmm," I moan as he kisses all around my left ear. He slowly glides a hand up my body to cup my aching breast. He gently massages the swelling flesh then moves his mouth back to mine. He kisses me with a renewed purpose, and I feel his love conveyed with each possessive caress of his tongue on mine. "Aaawww." He firmly puts one hand on my lower back and one between my shoulder blades and slowly lowers me onto the bed. I slide up to the middle of the mattress and watch him step out of his pajama pants. The sight always takes my breath away, and this time is no different. He crawls up the bed and lies down beside me. I crave the feeling of his body on mine so I roll onto my side and press myself against him the best I can, tangling our legs together then cup his face between my palms and pull his mouth to mine. The kiss is wet and wild.

"God, I want you," he says, suddenly rolling me over onto my back and hovering over me. He stares down in my eyes with an awed look. "I need you, Tris."

"I need you, too," I moan, caressing his face. He returns his mouth to mine and kisses me passionately while his free hand finds its way between my parted thighs. As he moves his mouth to my neck, his fingertips start lightly dancing over my nubbin. "Oh, God!" I fist my fingers in his hair and start swaying my hips in time with the movement of his fingers. After he brings me to the brink, he slowly inserts a finger in me and growls lowly.

"Good, you're ready," he says then moves his hand away.

"How do you want me?" I pant, wanting more, needing so much more.

"However is comfortable for you, love," he says. I push him off of me and roll over onto my knees. He kneels behind me as I pull my pillows to me so that I can rest my belly and upper body on them. I feel his hard length against my backside as he blankets my body with his.

"Mmm." I love feeling every inch of him against me.

"Are you okay, love?" he asks, running his hands up my arms and hands then lacing our fingers together while he kisses my neck. "Is this comfortable enough for you?"

"Yeah," I murmur. "You feel so good on me." Even though he isn't giving me his full weight, I'm loving the weight he's giving me. "Make love to me, baby." He moves one of his hands then I feel him place himself at my entrance.

"Are you ready?" he whispers against my ear.

"Mm-hm."

"Let me know if you need me to move," he says and I nod. He kisses my neck then slowly but steadily trusts his hips forward. I groan as he enters me, filling me and stretching me so deep inside. When I've taken all of him, he stills and lets me get used to his size. I turn my head to the side, and he presses his lips to mine. He kisses me sweetly as he unhurriedly pulls out then slides home just as slowly. We keep up this leisurely pace, enjoying each other for quite some time. Our mouths and tongues explore each other's thoroughly, and we whisper words of love.

When the passion grows further, Tobias releases my hands and straightens himself up. He firmly grasps my hips and increases the pace to an incessant, primal tempo. I lift myself up onto my hands, giving myself better leverage against his thrusts. I rock back every time he drives forward, causing him to delve deeper into me with each rhythmic push. Oh, God, it's so deep this way.

I listen to our bodies collide again and again over the unsteady panting that's filling the room. It adds to the already erotic mood. Tobias keeps up the fast, somewhat frantic pace as I feel myself climbing incredibly high, incredibly fast. At this rate I won't be long for this world, and I'm right. I cry out his name as I convulse around his poisoning shaft.

"Tobias!" I call out as my arms buckle and I collapse onto the pillows, deplete from the earthshattering orgasm that just ripped through my body. He buries himself deep and stills, coming hard then collapses beside me. I turn my head and find him staring lovingly at me. I reach out and caress his face as we both wait for our labored breathing to return to normal. "That was …"

"Unbelievable," he finishes. "It always is." I give him a sleepy smile, which he recognizes. "You're tired."

"Exhausted actually," I say. "Aren't you tired?"

"I am," he says. I roll off the pillows and toss them to the floor, and Tobias fluffs up one of his and gives it to me. He gets out of bed and pulls the sheet up so I can grab it. He turns off the lamp then unlocks and opens our door. When he returns to bed, I immediately cuddle up next to him, tangling our arms and legs together but sleep alludes me.

"Baby, I'm cold," I say, sleep thick in my voice. He extricates himself from my embrace and goes to the closet to get our quilt. He brings it back to the bed and spreads it over me. The warmth is instant, and I fight falling asleep until Tobias can return to his previous position. "Thanks. I love you." I notice my words are slurring from pure exhaustion.

"I love you, too, Beatrice Grace Eaton," I hear him say before I succumb to sleep.

"Mommy. Tessa's hungwy," I think I hear Tyler say but that can't be right. I just fell asleep. "Mommy!"

"Tris?" Tobias slurs. I tear my eyes open and am greeted by a very impatient-looking Tyler. Hhm. It's morning.

"Tyler, buddy, is Tessa crying?" I ask. Why can't I hear her?

"Yeah," he says, dancing from foot to foot.

"Okay," I say. "You need to go potty." After he turns and runs out of the room, I sit up and get my bearings then slide out of bed and put on my robe. I turn around and find Tobias getting up. "What time is it? We didn't oversleep, did we?"

"It's a little after 6 a.m.," he says as he pulls on the pair of sleep pants he took off earlier this morning.

"Did we leave the monitor downstairs?" I ask as we walk into Tessa's room.

"I could have sworn I brought it with me when I came to bed last night but I must not have."

"Come here, little one," I say as I pick her up. "Can you change her diaper? I'll be right back." I hand her off to her father then head into the bathroom and find Tyler sitting on the floor, sobbing. "Hey, Tyler, what's wrong?" I kneel down in front of him, and when he lifts his head, his tear-streamed face nearly tears my heart out.

"I didn't make it." He has to say it three times before I understand, he's crying so hard, and it still takes me a minute to figure out what he's talking about. It hits me when I see his wet pajamas. He had an accident.

"It's okay," I say. "Everyone has accidents."

"They do?" he asks, rubbing his wet, red-rimmed eyes.

"Yes, they do. You know what you should do from now on? You need to go potty when you first get out of bed then do whatever you need to do," I say. He nods somberly. "Now, take your jammies off, and I'll run you a bath. Give me a hug." He gets up and flies into my arms, nearly knocking me over.

"What's going on in here?" Tobias says from the doorway. He's holding Tessa in his arms. She's only wearing a diaper and is keening lowly, trying to stick her fist down her throat. I release Tyler from my embrace and get to my feet.

"Tyler had an accident so he's going to take a bath," I quietly say. "Why don't you stay with him, and I'll feed Tessa."

"Of course," he says. I quickly relieve myself then after washing my hands, I take my girl from her daddy. There was a time I wouldn't have dreamed of peeing in front of another person but once you become a wife and mother, privacy is a luxury.

"Are we going to take the kids to daycare before our meeting?" I ask.

"Actually, Stella is off today and offered to watch them for us," he says. "I'll take them over after Tessa eats."

"Okay," I say. I give him a quick kiss then take Tessa into her room to nurse her. When she finishes, I pick out a simple outfit and dress her for the day. "You sure are a pretty girl." I put little pink bows in her hair to give her matching ponytails on either side of her head then brush her remaining curls. She smiles and coos at me as I run the soft bristles through her hair. "You're such a happy baby, aren't you, little one? Mommy loves you very much." I pick her up off her changing table, and as I hug her close, she nestles her head into the neck like she's hugging me back. "Do you love your mommy?"

"Yes, she does," Tobias says. He kisses my cheek and then Tessa's.

"You're biased," I chuckle.

"Maybe," he says, "or I could just be a great judge of character." He holds his hands out to Tessa and says, "Come to Daddy, Pebbles." I hold her up, and he takes her. She still looks so small in his large hands. He holds her up and blows raspberries on her tummy causing her to laugh wildly.

"Are you taking them to Stella's?" I ask.

"Yeah. I'll start breakfast when I get back." I start to follow him down the stairs, and he stops and looks back at me. "What are you doing?"

"I want to say bye to Tyler," I say.

"Oh, of course," he says. "He'll want to say goodbye to you, too."

"Did you give him breakfast?"

"I eat with Zane!" Tyler excitedly says when we walk into the living room. I lower myself onto the ottoman and he rushes into my arms. I hug him tightly and pepper his head with kisses.

"Have fun with Zane. Listen to Stella and do as she asks."

"I be good," he says. "I love you."

"I love you, too, buddy," I say. "I'll see you tonight." Tobias holds out his hand and helps me up then I take Tessa in my arms. "You be good, too, little one. Have fun with Stella. She likes having a baby around again. Of course, who wouldn't like having you around? Mommy loves you." I kiss her head then hand her back to her father and give him a kiss.

"I'll be back soon," he says.

"I'll be here. I love you all," I say as I stand in the doorway waving at them until they are out of sight. After I lock the door, I head upstairs to take a shower. I decide to take advantage of the solitude and don't rush my normal routine, so I linger beneath the hot spray.

After I finish with my shower, I shut off the water, get one of the towels I hung up, and wrap it around my hair then dry off. I forgo the robe and pad down the hallway into the bedroom. I put on a pair of my everyday maternity lingerie and stand in front of the closet trying to figure out what to wear. I look at all my skin tight clothing and feel my mood dropping rapidly. I pull out my favorite pair of jeans and hold them out in front of me, idly wondering if they'll ever fit again. I sigh and put them back then pull out a staple pair of stretchy black maternity yoga pants. I pull them up my changing body then search for a shirt. I look at all my tank tops, which are now stretched out in the abdominal area and I sigh. I guess I'll have to pack these away after Peanut is born and buy some new ones. I finally just grab the one closest to me and pull it on. The next five-and-a-half-weeks can't go by fast enough. I feel as big as a barn, and I'm not happy about it. I step over in front of the mirror and take the towel off my damp, wild hair. I'm staring at myself, muttering under my breath about nothing fitting and life not being fair when I hear Tobias chuckling from behind me. I narrow my eyes and glare at him in the mirror, willing my stare to either make him burst into flames or turn into stone.

"I suggest if you ever want sex again that you wipe that smirk off your face," I say, whipping around to face him. His smile disappears when he takes in my fury. I point at my now huge belly. "This is all your fault. Look what you've turned me into. Your wife the whale." His face falls further when the irrational tears start. I don't even try to hold them back. "I can't see my feet anymore. My ankles are swollen twice their size. I can't lie in one position for more than five minutes without my entire body feeling like it's on fire. You don't want to have sex anymore." Uncontrollable sobs wrack my body, and he finally approaches me slowly with his hands out in front of him like he's approaching a rabid dog or a wild animal. I can actually see fear in his eyes, and I don't have to wonder what it's of. I know it's of the damn baby hormones. "Please get her out of me before I lose my mind," I blubber. He wraps his arms around me and lets me cry.

"You know I love you more than anything," he says while I'm weeping against his chest. He slowly guides me to the bed, and we sit down. "You are beautiful in my eyes. You always have been, you always will be. You're not as big as a barn. I'll take you to Amity right now and let you stand in front of one to prove it. You're not a whale. Whales are even larger than barns. You have an amazing body." He puts a hand on my belly. "It's grown and stretched to accommodate our growing daughter. You're not fat either. You're pregnant, love, and I think you're beautiful."

"You're just saying that because you want to have sex," I mumble. He chuckles again.

"Make up your mind, love," he says. "Either I want sex all the time or I won't touch you, which you know isn't true. We made love, what, three times yesterday? You can't have it both ways."

"I know I'm being irrational but I'm miserable, Tobias," I say. "Let's call Isobel and have her get this kid out of me."

"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way," he softly says, lying us back on the bed. He holds me close until my sanity return.

"I'm sorry," I say. I tilt my head up and look into his eyes. He has a blank look on his face.

"Do you remember that movie we watched when we first started dating? The one with the girl whose head spun around." I shudder at the memory.

"Yeah," I slowly say. "I hated that movie."

"I could tell," he says. "You hid your head against my shoulder most of the night. I loved it."

"Is there a point to this story?" I grumpily say.

"Yeah, I thought your head was just getting ready to spin round a couple minutes ago." A playful grin spreads across his stoic face, and I hit his arm and roll my eyes.

"You're not really that funny," I say.

"I try," he says, giving me a tender kiss. He gets off the bed then pulls me to my feet. "Are you feeling better? In all seriousness, you probably don't want to …"

"Freak out?"

"Your words … not mine, love," he says. "... freak out in front of the others."

"I know. I'm good. I swear," I say. "We better get breakfast started. What's on the menu?"

"Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, biscuits, waffles, and fruit salad."

"That's quite a spread," I say. "Are we planning on feeding half of Dauntless?"

"I really have no idea what people like," he says.

"That's thoughtful of you," I say. "I'll fix my hair then meet you in the kitchen." He kisses my cheek when we part at the bathroom. I quickly dry my hair and style it simply then head downstairs. "What would you like me to do?"

"Why don't you set the island," he says as he busies himself in the kitchen. "I can't wait to get in to our new place and have an actual table for meals."

"I know. I can't either," I say as I get the plates and glasses out of the cupboard. As he cooks, I set each place setting for our guests. "Have you heard anything from Zander yet?"

"He's doing the autopsy as we speak," he says. "I imagine he'll show up sometime during our meeting with the results."

"Did you read through Peter, Drew, and Molly's files?" I ask.

"Yeah, when I couldn't sleep. Nice catch by the way about the familial connection," he says. "I'm sure I would have overlooked that minor detail reading all that information. I told you that you would be a good leader." I blush at his compliment.

"I better get all the files in one place just in case someone wants to read them instead of relying on our summary."

I go into the living room and step around the club chair and stand and stare at the empty end table. Where'd they go? My eyes scan the room and confusion fills me.

"Tobias? Why did you move the files?" I ask.

"Um, I didn't," he says.

"I must be going crazy. I swear things have been moving around the apartment lately," I say, picking up the files and walking back into the kitchen. "First my charm bracelet was in the wrong drawer. Then the picnic basket was in the wrong cupboard. The other day my gray eyeliner wasn't with my everyday makeup; it was in the drawer with my special occasion makeup. Now, this pile of folders is on the wrong end table. I swear I left it on that one last night before we went upstairs." I point to the table between the couch and the chair. "Did you come down after I fell asleep?"

"Tris, I didn't move them," he says, sounding more like Four. "You know a couple times over the past six weeks I thought I misplaced my phone. I would swear I left it on the charger and it would be on my bedside table or vice versa. I just thought the stress of initiation was getting to me but now I'm not so sure."

"Tobias? The baby monitor," I whisper. I know that I'm supposed to be Dauntless and all but this is the one of the few times in my life that I've felt genuine fear. "Has someone been coming into our home?"