Peanut's soft mewling draws me from my nap, and I stumble out of bed and stagger over to her bassinet. I learned something very valuable shortly after we brought her home from the hospital, I sleep when she does during the day so that I can be coherent in the evening when Tobias, Tyler, and Tessa are home. I tried to nap a couple times a day at first but then I was exhausted all the time. I actually feel more like my old self with this schedule.

"Are you hungry again so soon, Peanut?" I ask her as I carefully lift her into my arms and kiss her forehead. I expect her to calm down some but she doesn't. I glance at the clock on my bedside table and see that it's too early. Instead of wanting nursed every two hours like clockwork, it's now every two-and-a-half hours during the day and closer to three hours at night, and she looks like it. My tiny girl isn't so tiny anymore. She's gained 1 pound 6 ounces since she was born and now weighs in at a whopping 6½ pounds but I swear she isn't any taller, maybe ½ an inch at the most. Tobias and I think she's going to be short like her mommy but who knows, maybe one day she'll have a growth spurt. I carry her into the nursery and gently lay her on the changing table then unswaddle her from the lightweight blanket. "Whew! Now I know what woke you. I can smell it, you little stinker." I quickly change her dirty diaper then lovingly gaze down at her. She seems very content to be able to stretch her little arms and legs out right now so I decide to forgo the swaddle.

"Your mommy is very hungry, Peanut," I say after my stomach growls loudly. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast early this morning. "What do you say I make myself some lunch then you and I can lounge around on the roof and get some much-needed fresh air?" I grab the hands-free sling carrier from the changing table drawer. I swear that it's become my new best friend. I can never thank Christina enough for introducing me to it. It's very handy. It enables me to keep the baby close so we can bond but have my hands free to do other things. It's made my life so much easier, and I'm confident that she loves it just as much as I do. She's very content when I keep her close and has the tendency to whine if she's in the bassinet too long.

I put the stretchy black material across my body then pick Peanut back up, kiss her cheek, and carefully position her against my chest with her head resting on my breast. Once she's situated, I head downstairs. What a difference a month has made. I'm not up for running a marathon or taking on a competitor in the training room but I can get in and out of bed or a chair on my own, maneuver a flight of stairs without experiencing agonizing pain with every single step, and bend over without feeling like my insides are going to spill out of my incision all over the floor.

I make myself a hot turkey sandwich with herb mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry-orange relish, cheesy green bean casserole, and apple walnut salad, which were leftovers from Sunday's dinner Tobias made while my parents visited us. It's the first time I saw them since I left the hospital. They both were very happy to see the kids and, of course, doted on them. They were cordial with Tobias and me but I could feel the tension between them. It was very hard to sit back and let it happen without demanding an explanation but I honored my mother's wishes and backed off … for now but it really pained me to see them that way. I wish she would just talk to me and tell me what's going on. It's frustrating to know that they love each other very much and have to go through this on their own.

I carry the plate full of hot food and a bottle of icy water up to our rooftop deck and sit down at our new family-size rattan and glass table that sits beneath the sizeable trellis off the large glass-walled room. The unseasonably cool weather that plagued the city a month ago has disappeared, turning into a beautiful, very mild fall. The warm breeze lifts my hair across my face and into my mouth so I gather it in a low ponytail at the nape of my neck and secure it with the colorful elastic band I put in my pocket this morning. I dig in to the scrumptious lunch sitting before me and silently give thanks that my husband is such a wonderful cook. Periodically, throughout the meal, I check on Peanut but she's dozing peacefully. After I finish, I push my plate away from me with a sigh and slip out of my shoes. I lift my feet up onto the chair next to me and stare out at the city skyline.

The past month has truly been the best in my life. I couldn't have asked for anything more. Yes, I may have been sleep deprived, stressed beyond belief, and even cranky at times but I wouldn't trade one second for anything else in this world. Some people wish on falling stars for money, power, or material things but not me. I already have it all. Tobias stayed home with me for an additional week after we brought Teagan home. He did everything for me; he pampered me, spoiled me. He wouldn't let me lift a finger. I have to admit, it was nice. The only thing I was allowed to do was feed our girls. Our girls. That statement still awes me. Peanut is a full month old today, and I still have five days until my actual due date arrives. She shouldn't be here yet but she is, and she's perfect in every way. Tyler loves his baby sister and fawns over her every chance he gets. His only complaint is she sleeps too much. I guess he thinks she's boring. But I think he loves his new room even more. When he comes home from daycare, the first thing he does is say hi to Peanut and Tessa then he goes straight to his room to play on his slide and swing. We even let him invite Zane over one afternoon. Tobias brought the kids home early and supervised them. I'm glad that he loves it so much but I miss him wanting to spend time with his father and me. I know it sounds crazy but I think I'm jealous of the room I had built for him. Tessa on the other hand still doesn't know what to make of her baby sister but, thankfully, she no longer cries when I nurse her. She only intently stares at me wondering why I'm doing what I'm doing. I make a point of holding them at the same time most evenings, trying to let them get better acquainted with each other. I think it's working. One night last week they fell asleep holding hands. It was the most precious sight. I had Tobias get the camera and snap a photo. I put it in a frame in the living room.

Dauntless has thankfully been quiet the past month. There have been no new break-ins in our old apartment or the compound for that matter. When Tobias came home to pick up the things I needed for in the hospital the day Peanut was born, he quickly checked the hidden camera to see if anyone was caught going into our apartment while we were gone. No one was. He decided to leave the tissue holder right where it was until it was moved into our new apartment. Now it sits on one of the shelves that flank the fireplace, facing the entryway, and Tobias installed a discrete camera in our old apartment to catch any break-ins. I must have scared whoever it was off that day because they've never returned.

Tobias, Tori, and Will authorized real life and digital surveillance of Molly, Drew, and the bitch. Their movements are being monitored around the clock. Zeke put James and Nathan in charge of the digital investigation and after discussing it with Shauna, two relatively normal-looking, unassuming Dauntless patrol members named Mike and Nick where placed undercover in the factionless sector while two others, Josh and Matt, where assigned to covertly follow the trio around and report back nightly. So far nothing of value has been discovered. I think they're biding their time, although what they are planning, I don't know.

Peanut starts fussing so I release my breast from the nursing shirt I'm wearing, and she latches on with minimal effort. It only took her a handful of feedings before she was nursing like it was second nature. I sit back, soaking in the sun that's coming through the slats of the trellis. It's so nice sitting outside. I haven't felt a breeze on my face since we walked into the compound the day we brought her home. I made the right decision to come up here. I've been cooped up for so long that I'm starting to get restless. I even missed the Dauntless Welcome party not that I minded terribly much. I did sit in Christina's apartment that day with Teagan cuddled close to my chest in the sling and watched all my friends get ready for the party and caught up on gossip and Dauntless news. The girls all fought over who got to hold Peanut and when. Christina was so busy with everyone's makeovers that she didn't get a chance to hold her but she's made up for it since. I swear she's already planning Liam and Teagan's wedding.

"There you are," Tobias gruffly says as he steps out onto the deck from the sunroom. "I've been looking everywhere for you. I've been worried sick."

"I'm sorry," I say, wondering why he's overreacting. "Peanut and I felt like getting some fresh air."

"It would have been nice if you had this," he says putting my phone on the table and sliding it in front of me. "I was worried sick."

"You said that already," I slowly say. I carefully move my feet from the chair, and he collapses into it. "Baby, what's wrong? I know you're not this upset with me because I decided to have lunch on our deck and accidentally left my phone by the bed. Talk to me." He's silent for a while, staring off into the distance.

"Someone broke into my office, Tris," he finally says. "Whoever it was was looking for something because they wrecked the place, although I have no idea what it was."

"Oh, no," I gasp.

"I guess I let my imagination run away with me when I couldn't get ahold of you," he says. "I thought our uninvited guest came back and you or Peanut were hurt."

"We're both fine. I didn't mean to scare you," I say as I lean forward and rest my hand on his knee. "I guess I was hoping that all this drama was behind us. This may be terrible to say but I'd trade knowing who killed Sam and Harrison to have the peace and quiet we've had in Dauntless the past month continue and have everyone just leave us alone."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump down your throat when I came out here," he says as he takes a deep, cleansing breath while he runs a hand through his hair causing it to stand on end.

"I know what will make you feel better," I say. Peanut just stopped suckling so I take her out of the sling and hand her to her daddy. A brilliant smile spreads across his handsome face, and he relaxes into the chair cushion.

"Thank you, love," he says as he puts her up to his shoulder and pats her back. "This is just what I needed."

"Can I get you something to eat?" I ask as I fix my shirt.

"No, but thanks anyway. Shauna and I grabbed a quick bite to eat earlier in Candor," he says. "I had planned to pick Tyler and Tessa up early so we could spend the afternoon together but now I have to go through my office and try to figure out what was taken … if anything. I haven't even called Zeke to have him check the surveillance feed to see who broke in yet. I should really get going. I have a lot to do."

"I'll come with you," I say.

"No," he says. "You need to be resting."

"Tobias, you need help. I can go through files. It isn't strenuous. Peanut will just go to sleep the minute she's done eating anyway. I'm not doing anything else, so I'm coming with you."

"That really isn't necessary," he says. I sigh.

"Can I make a confession?" I ask.

"Of course," he says, handing me Peanut after she burps. I put her back in the sling and to my other breast, and she continues to nurse.

"I love you."

"I know," he says with a soft smile.

"You didn't let me finish," I scold. He puts both hands out in front of him as if to say he's sorry and motions me to continue. "I love you. I love our kids. I love our life, more than anything. There are only two things that could have made the past month better. One, you and me," I motion between us, "we would have been having a lot of sex." I take him by surprise, and he blushes as he laughs. "And two, I would have been working. I feel more like myself when I'm working." He leans up and takes my hands in his.

"I understand how important your job is to you," he says. "I would never hate you for missing it. As a matter of fact, I admire you for your work ethic."

"I hear a but coming."

"But," he draws it out, emphasizing it, "don't you think it's too soon? You just had major surgery one month ago today. Happy birthday, Peanut. I really think you should wait."

"I'm coming, Tobias," I emphatically say much louder than I intend causing Peanut to jump although she doesn't stop nursing.

"Not exactly the context I want to hear you screaming that." This time it's my turn to blush.

"Tobias!"

"Fine, you can come along," he mutters. He gets out of the chair, holds his hand out to me, and helps me to my feet. I slip back into my shoes then he leads me down the stairs. He picks up the diaper bag we keep in the entry way for just this type of situation then opens our front door and ushers me through. I haven't been beyond this hallway in over a month so a strange giddiness starts pumping through my veins as I head downstairs but it quickly dissipates the moment I see the mess that used to be Tobias' pristine office.

"So you have no idea what they were looking for," I say as I straighten our wedding picture that hangs on the wall. "Why would they have moved this?"

"I wish I could answer your questions," he sighs, looking around at the chaos.

"Whoa!" Zeke says from the open doorway. "What the hell happened here?" When I hear our friend, I turn my back to him and make sure that I'm covered but that Peanut can still easily breathe.

"Can you close the door?" Tobias asks. After fixing the cushions on the couch, I sit down.

"Hey, Tris," he says. "How are you?"

"Up until a few minutes ago, I was great," I say. "Now I'm worried about this." I wave my arms, indicating the mess. "What if Four was here when the intruder broke in?" I shudder at the thought of someone hurting him.

"I'll pull the security camera footage from this morning when I get back to the control room," Zeke says. "I imagine it won't show us anything more than the other break-ins did."

"Other break-ins?" I ask. I see Tobias out of the corner of my eye shaking his head but Zeke doesn't see it.

"Yeah, your place, Harrison's office …" I don't know whose face causes his voice to fade away but one of ours does.

"Harrison's office was broken into?" I ask, stunned. My eyes slide to Tobias'. "When did this happen?"

"Um, I'll go check that footage now," Zeke says then turns on his heels and hurries out the door. I glare at my husband. I'm sure he thought he was protecting me but now I'm wondering what else he's kept from me.

"Explain," I say. He sits down in his chair and nervously runs a hand through his unruly hair.

"I didn't think you needed to be bothered with any of this while you were on maternity leave."

"Save your excuses, Tobias Eaton," I angrily say. I pop up from the couch and start pacing, fighting a strong desire to walk out the door. Why is that my first reaction? "When was Harrison's office broken into?"

"The night of our date," he finally says. Something finally clicks into place that has bothered me for an entire month.

"That's why Zander was at the hospital that morning, wasn't it?" I ask. "He wasn't there for me and the baby. He was there to give you the news in person. Why didn't you just tell me?" I stop pacing and look him in the eye. "I'm … very … angry right now. I think it's best I go home and cool off."

"Don't you dare walk out that door, Beatrice," he gruffly says when I turn my back on him. I continue a few steps and rest my hand on the knob.

"Tell me why I shouldn't go home," I forcefully say. "You've been lying to me for the past month." I shake my head, frustrated. "I thought it was the best month of my life but you've been hiding things from me this entire time. We promised each other, no more secrets." Frustrated tears gather in my eyes, and I roughly wipe them away. "You broke that promise."

"We made a deal," he evenly says, fighting turning into Four like he always does during a confrontation. I slowly turn around and look up at him.

"I remember. You promised you would tell me everything that went on when I got back on my feet. I've been taking care of our baby by myself for over eight hours a day for the past two-and-a-half weeks. I believe that is the very definition of back on my feet. That's when you should have told me what's been going on. Instead I'm in some fantasy believing everything is just peachy. I shouldn't have heard about it accidentally from Zeke. You tell me over and over that I'm strong, that I can handle anything, then you treat me like this, Tobias. All of a sudden, I'm exhausted. I'm taking Peanut home and we're going to take a nap. I'll see you later."

"Don't go," he says from right behind me as I open the door. He puts his large hand on the center of the door just above my head and pushes it shut. "You're right. I should have given you the update we agreed upon by now." He puts his hands on my shoulders and spins me so that I'm facing him. "My first instinct is to protect you from all the bad in the city, in the world. I think you know this. Come on. Sit down with me. I can tell you weren't exaggerating when you said you were exhausted." He leads me to the couch where I stiffly sit beside him. Peanut fusses a bit so I burp her but that doesn't help so I check her diaper but it's dry so I gently sway her, and she finally falls to sleep. "You're a wonderful mother. You're so good with her."

"I'm not going to let your compliments side track me from the issues at hand," I say and he sighs. "I expect an explanation."

"That's not what I was doing, love." He gets up and nervously paces before me ignoring the ruffle of paper and crunch of glass beneath his boots. "Zander told me about the office break-in while you were in surgery. At that time I was only told Harrison's office was ransacked by an unknown subject. I didn't tell you because you had just had the baby. You … no we were overwhelmed by the previous 24 hours. I thought it could wait. Tori and Will cleaned up the mess and did an inventory but didn't find that anything was missing. Unfortunately, Tori never went through his office before it was broken into like I asked her to so if something of value was taken we have no idea what it was. Later, I found out a person dressed head to toe in black was the one who broke in. Zeke's analysis says that it's more than likely the same person that's on video meeting with Molly and breaking into our old apartment." He takes a deep breath then continues.

"Our apartment isn't the only one that's been broken into. So has Tori and Harrison's. Tori didn't notice any sign of anyone being in her apartment and only found out when the person was seen on video going in and out multiple times. But Harrison's apartment was ransacked also. I'm sure you remember me assigning Simon and Tony to clean it out." I nod. It was the same day Tori was supposed to clean out his office. "When they went back the next day to finish up, the place had been tossed."

"So someone is looking for something," I say. "They thought Harrison had it but he obviously didn't and now they're targeting you." Fear bubbles up and I push it down. I will not think about someone hurting him.

"I hadn't thought of it that way," he says.

"See! There. What you just said. That is why you need to keep me informed," I say. "The connection between the break-ins is pretty obvious, Tobias." I sigh. "Anything else?" He stops pacing.

"No, there is nothing else," he says. Do I believe him? "You don't believe me."

"I want to believe you," I say. "You know how I feel about being kept in the dark. It's so frustrating. I'm your number two, right?"

"You are on maternity leave."

"Right?"

"Yes," he stiffly says.

"Then I deserve to know. I can't be so fragile that I need you to protect me and the strongest person you know at the same time. It doesn't work that way." He sits back down next to me.

"I'm not sure that either of us will ever clearly see the other side of this argument," he says. "I thought I was doing the right thing."

"You thought giving me a false sense of security was okay?" I ask. "That's not right, Tobias."

"You're really angry with me," he says, looking like a lost boy. "I'm not used to this."

"I don't like being angry with you," I say. "It's unsettling. I wish we could always be blissfully happy but I know that's impossible. We'll have our fights. We'll get mad at each other. Hell, life will happen. I just wish you would respect my wishes. It would make things so much easier."

"You want me to tell you everything, all the time," he says.

"If it directly impacts our family in any way, definitely," I say. "And if you tell Tori and Will about something that pertains to Dauntless, I think I should hear it, too. And that doesn't mean you stop telling them things as a way to get out of telling me."

"You really think I would do that?" he asks, obviously hurt.

"I don't know," I sigh. "I don't want to fight anymore. I'm going to go home now and rest for a while." I give him a soft, quick peck on the cheek then get up off the couch, being careful not to jostle Peanut too much. "I'll see you later." This time he lets me leave. As I'm opening the door to go up to our apartment, I hear something shatter against his office door. I rush back but stop myself from going in when I hear him. He's angry, too, and we both need time to cool down.