It's a short walk up the path from the infirmary to the electronics store. As a matter of fact, the store sits directly atop the infirmary. Tobias texted Kirsten telling her we would be late before we left Jennifer and her kids with Isobel and Marlene for her forensics examination. He left strict instructions for the results to be locked up in Zander's office until he can pick them up. We don't want to cause her anymore distress by letting the results get out.

After helping me to my feet in the waiting room, Tobias took Peanut who was busy looking all around at her new surroundings so I could call Avery to check in on Tyler and Tessa. I hear them both in the background. Apparently, Tyler is making funny faces at his little sister, and she's giggling her head off at him. It sounds like they're all having a great time.

"Tyler would like to talk to you, Tris," Avery says after she tells me they're both just fine. "Here he is."

"Hi, Mommy!"

"Hi, buddy," I say. "Mommy and Daddy are getting ready to go into a meeting. Do you need something?"

"Can I stay up with Avey?" he eagerly asks. "PPEEAASS!" My boy! So dramatic.

"You can stay up for one hour with Avery and Callen," I say. "But when she says that it's time to go to bed, you can't argue with her, okay?"

"Otay! Thanks! I love you, Mommy."

"I love you, too, Tyler." I don't get all my words out when I hear something odd then realize he's giving me a kiss through the phone and a smile splays across my face. "Put Avery back on," I say but instead I hear the line go dead. I'm getting ready to redial her number when my phone rings. "Hello?"

"Your son is quick," she says, humor clear in her voice. "So he can stay up an hour?"

"Yeah," I say. "Don't let him use his puppy dog eyes on you to get to stay up longer. He's got to go to daycare in the morning so he has to get up early."

"Those puppy dog eyes are lethal," she chuckles. "How do you ever tell him no?"

"Believe me, it's not easy," I say. "I'm sorry but I've got to go. We'll be home as soon as possible. Thanks again for watching them for us."

"You're welcome. I'll see you later," she says. "Bye."

"Bye."

"Kids alright?" Tobias asks as we stand outside the store. He carefully lies Peanut in my arms, and she immediately starts rooting toward my chest.

"Are you hungry, baby girl?" I ask as I get her situated in the sling then I look up at Tobias. "Yeah, they both love spending time with Avery and Callen. Tyler gave me a kiss over the phone then hung up on me." I chuckle and shake my head as I remember. "I'm sure you picked up on it but I let him stay up an extra hour. He doesn't get enough time with her."

"I know," he says. "And I'm starting to get used to the fact that Callen is always around. She's not a dependant anymore. I really don't have the right to tell her who she can and can't hang out with."

"Actually, when she's watching our kids, I think we do," I say as we walk up to Kirsten. "I'm so sorry we're late. Our meeting ran over."

"I know. It's okay," she says. "I just got done with another customer myself."

"Do you have someplace we can speak in private?" Tobias asks.

"Sure," she says. "We can go to my office." We follow her to the back of the store and into what can only be described as a dark, dank broom closet with the world's tiniest desk after she tells a young-looking girl with a spiked rainbow mohawk and nose piercing that she's not to be disturbed. After my eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, I look around for a surveillance camera but don't find one. "You're not interested in a new computer, are you?" We both shake our heads. "What's this about then?"

"Have you installed a hidden camera in here?" Tobias asks, obviously thinking the exact same thing I was seconds ago. We don't want to be caught talking to her about anything other than electronics right now.

"No," she says, confusion evident on her face. Peanut starts whining, and I know there's no way she can wait to eat until we get home so I pull the sling around her head, pull my shirt aside, and put her to my breast. Tobias grabs a blanket out of the diaper bag and hands it to me, and I toss it over my shoulder.

"Are you working with Molly Atwood?" he asks, turning his attention back to Kirsten. Alrighty then. Let's just cut to the chase.

"Why in the hell would you think that?" she asks, obviously wounded and more than slightly pissed off. He hands her his phone with the surveillance footage James and Zeke found earlier this week cued up.

"Watch this and you'll understand why we're asking," he says. "Just hit play." She stares blankly at the screen and watches as first Molly and the unknown subject meet on the edge of the factionless sector, then the unknown subject breaks into Tobias' office, and finally the unknown subject goes into the training room only to blend in with a crowd coming out of the woman's locker room. "Did you notice anything out of the ordinary about this video?"

"Whoever that is, is sneaky as hell but it's not me," she says, indignantly. "Why would you think it was?"

"The pants hanging out of your bag," I say as I check on Peanut. Kirsten puts the phone back up in front of her face and watches the footage again.

"Oh. My. God!" she says. "Those aren't my pants. I can't believe I didn't see them when I put the bag away." She jumps up and goes to a floor-to-ceiling locker in the corner of the tiny, damp, stone office. She pulls the bag in question out, sits it on her desk, and opens it up. "I forgot to take this home Tuesday night, and I didn't work yesterday." We all stare at the contents. There before us is a pair of black pants with a thin white stripe down each side laying on top of what looks to be an oversized black sweatshirt.

"Can you get us a shopping bag large enough to put these items in?" Tobias asks. She silently gets to her feet and trudges into the next room. We both know this is the moment of truth. If for some reason I'm wrong and she is involved in this mess, more than likely she'll flee. Hopefully, I'm right though. Just as soon as the thought crosses my mind, she comes back into the room carrying a large black reusable canvas shopping bag with hard plastic handles sturdy enough to carry the evidence in. Tobias lifts the sweatpants out of the duffel being careful not to handle it too much and deposits it into the bag then repeats the maneuver with the sweatshirt. "Without touching any of it, can you tell if everything else is yours?" She looks in the bag, sorting through things with a pen she picked up off her desk.

"It's all mine," she says. I watch as fury transforms her face. "Why the hell would someone do this to me? Is this about what Dante did?" Hhm. I hadn't thought of that angle.

"We really can't go into detail but more than likely it was just opportunity, you were in the wrong place at the right time," he says. "We have more questions for you. Do you remember anyone coming into the training room the morning of the 4th dressed like this?" He motions to the outfit in the bag. She furrows her brows in concentration.

"I have to be honest, I was working hard that morning on the punching bags, and I had my earbuds in so I wouldn't be disturbed. I don't remember anyone else being in the room with me."

"What about the locker room?" he asks. "Was anyone acting strangely? Were they too quiet or too boisterous? Were they acting completely out of character? Does anything stand out to you from that morning that could help us?"

"God, I don't remember if anyone was in the training room that day. How am I supposed to remember who was in the locker room?" She sighs loudly. "I'm no help," she says but then her disposition shifts 180 degrees. "Can I see the footage again?" He gives her his phone back, and she watches the final clip again. "Alexa, Yasmine, Lauren, Courtney, and Vicki." She closes her eyes and starts pointing in the air. "I can picture them now." She opens her eyes and focuses on Tobias. "Alexa was to my right a couple bags down working out. Yasmine and Courtney were side-by-side behind me and slightly to the left. I don't remember Lauren at the punching bags. Um, Vicki was throwing knives at the middle target. There were a couple guys on either side of her but I didn't get a good look at them." That's understandable. The targets are quite a ways away from the punching bags. "I'm not saying that Lauren was definitely not there but I don't remember her taking target practice either."

"How do you know it was men with Vicki?" Tobias asks.

"Hairstyles, builds," she says. "They had to be men or the most masculine-looking women I've ever seen."

"Do you know those other women well?" I ask. I'm certain that it was Lauren who tried to set her up after learning from Ruth that she babysat not only for Molly but Peter and Drew but we need to dot all our I's and cross all our T's.

"I wouldn't call any of them close friends," she says. "I spar with Yasmine and Courtney on a pretty regular basis but it's mainly because we workout at the same time. I've taken saunas with them, Alexa, and Vicki from time to time but we've never socialized outside the training room."

"What about Lauren?"

"You asked about strange earlier. Her presence is the only thing that I recall being out of ordinary that morning. I can't remember a time before this that she was in the training room at the same time I was," she says. "Did that bitch try to set me up to take the fall? I'll fucking kill her!"

"We don't know anything yet, Kirsten, but you really shouldn't make threats in front of two Dauntless leaders whether we're your friends or not," Tobias gruffly says. "It's not very smart."

"I know," she says, pouting. "But you have no idea what it's like to have everyone look at you like you're a traitor. I can't live through something like that ever again. I won't." An odd look comes over her face, and she narrows her eyes at us. "When did you find this footage?"

"Why?" Tobias asks.

"James has been acting strangely with me the past couple days, and I've caught Zeke glaring and Will staring. They think I did it, don't they? They think I killed Harrison, Frankie, and that initiate."

"It's an ongoing investigation," he says. "We can't comment." I slide my eyes to his and give him a "really" look and he sighs. "We had to investigate what we saw on the security footage. The three of them wanted you taken into custody immediately and interrogated for answers but Tris disagreed so we held off." She looks from Tobias to me.

"Some evidence we found earlier today pointed away from you as a suspect so we felt that we needed to speak to you as soon as we could," I say. "You may not realize but you've helped us a lot, Kirsten. We really appreciate it but it's imperative that you don't mention our conversation to anyone. Not Trevor. Not Ella. Not Ciara. We're getting closer to knowing what happened but there are still a lot of unanswered questions. Can you do that?"

"It won't be easy when I see James, Zeke, or Will but I won't say anything," she says. "Thank you for believing in my innocence, Tris. I appreciate it."

"When this mess is all over you are more than welcome to give them each a piece of your mind," I say.

"How about a boot in the ass?" she asks in typical Dauntless fashion.

"Or that," I say with a chuckle.

"We probably shouldn't leave here empty handed just to be on the safe side," Tobias says. "Do you have learning computers for kids?"

"Tyler doesn't need a computer," I say.

"I know but he always wants to play on our computer when I'm in the office working. It would be nice to have something that would keep him occupied," he says to me then he looks at Kirsten. "I'm looking for something more toy-like but is educational."

"I have something that would be perfect," Kirsten says. We all get up and go out into the video game section of the store. Peanut whines a bit when I pull her out of the sling and put her to my shoulder. Right after she lets out the biggest burp, she falls asleep. Tobias and I look at each other.

"She's been taking lessons from Tessa, hasn't she?" he asks.

"I guess so." Kirsten shows us a small computer-like toy that takes game cartridges that costs a fraction of the price of a real computer.

"What do you think?" he asks.

"I don't want to spoil him but since it's educational I think it's alright," I say.

"I'll make you a deal," he says looking at the clock on his phone. "How about we save it for a Christmas present?"

"I like that idea," I say. I want my kids to experience everything I didn't growing up in Abnegation but I don't want to give them too much. I want them to appreciate what they have. I don't want them to expect everything to be handed to them, and I certainly don't want them spoiled. I kiss Teagan's head as I think about her brother and sister and any possible siblings her father and I decide to give her. "A lot."

"We'll take this," he says. "Does this cartridge go with it?" He points to a faded picture of Lightning McQueen and Mater.

"Yes, the Cars game is one of 50 different titles," she says. 50? "There are plenty of different titles for boys and girls." We spend the next half an hour picking out Toy Story, Avengers, and Finding Nemo cartridges also that will help him with counting, colors, animals, his ABCs and much more. We contemplated Monsters Inc. but that movie scared Tyler so much he wouldn't go into his room if the closet door was open for nearly a month. No need to traumatize him further with something that is supposed to be fun.

"We'll take these," he says. "Thank you for all your help tonight, Kirsten."

"You're welcome, Four," she says. She rings up our purchases and puts them in a bag identical to the one the evidence is in. I'm wondering what we're going to do with it as he leads me out of the store after we say our goodbyes to Kirsten.

"Why don't you go home, and I'll drop this off in the infirmary with Zander?"

"I'd rather go with you," I say. "Just to be on the safe side."

"Of course," he says, shaking his head in disgust. "You shouldn't be walking home by yourself with Molly still on the loose." I smile coyly up at him, and he blinks blankly back at me.

"I was just thinking the same thing about you," I say. I reach up and smooth down his ruffled hair. I swear if he doesn't stop roughly running his hands through his hair every time he gets stressed, he's going to give himself a bald spot. "We're better off together." I put Peanut back in the sling and pick the diaper bag up. We're quiet on our short trip down to the infirmary. The waiting room is deserted so Tobias gets his phone out and sends a message. Within a minute, Zander comes through the closed doors that lead to the examination rooms.

"Hi guys," he says.

"Can we speak in private?" Tobias asks.

"Of course," he says. He turns around and leads us through the elaborate labyrinth that is the infirmary to his office. I momentarily wonder how offices in the same compound can be so different then he shuts the door behind us, pulling me from my reverie. "What can I do for you?"

"This is an outfit worn by the person who broke into my office," Tobias says, setting the bag on his desk then we all sit down. "I want to see if any DNA can be pulled off of it. I doubt if it will match anyone in the system but when we get a solid suspect we can check their DNA against it."

"Speaking of DNA, I just got some test results back, and the same person killed Harrison and Sam," Zander says. We already suspected but it's nice to have evidence saying that. "Frankie's results aren't back yet but I put a rush on them."

"What's the holdup?" I ask, confused. "Your results are usually back quicker than this."

"The amount of genetic martial left behind by the perpetrator was minuscule," he says. "I had to send it to Erudite for further testing. I didn't have another choice. Once the confirmation was made that two victims, including one of our faction leaders were killed by the same person they promised to do all our tests rush from now on. I was a little leery trusting them because of the sensitive nature of this case and our factions' past differences but your brother is my contact, Tris, and he put my fears at ease immediately. He ensured me that the results can be trusted." He hands a sheet of paper to Tobias, and I watch as he reads through the information, his features contorting with confusion the longer he looks at it.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Our killer is male," he says, his brows furrowed.

"Male?" I ask unable to hide my surprise. What about Molly? What about Lauren? We have proof that they are working together, and they were seen on video the morning Sam died have a heated exchange.

"I take it you have a suspect and this information doesn't jive," Zander says.

"I have to be honest. This is not what I was expecting at all," Tobias says, holding up the report. "I really thought Molly was our killer."

"So did I," I say. "Can I see that?" Tobias hands me the report, and I study it carefully. I don't understand any of the technical medical speak I'm staring at but I do understand what the capital M beside the word gender means. This DNA profile is definitely male. "How do we know this DNA is the killers?"

"What do you mean?" Tobias asks.

"Forgive me. I'm really tired, it's been a long, stressful day but I'm not understanding this." I wave the paper around. "Where was the DNA found? How do you know it's the killer's and not innocent transfer?"

"It was found in the red, inflamed tissue on the neck of each victim," Zander says.

"Near the injection site?" Tobias asks.

"Yeah," Zander says, looking his way.

"Do we all agree that each person died from an injection of some advanced death serum?" I ask and they both nod. "And you said the DNA sample was miniscule?"

"Yeah," Zander says. "What are you getting at?"

"What if the trace was from the syringe and not the person handling it? Is that possible?" I ask.

"Are you doubting that I know how to do my job?" he asks, starting to get irritated.

"God! No! I'm not doubting you at all, Zander," I say. "I'm just exploring every possibility."

"Honestly, Tris, what you're doing is trying to make the evidence fit your theory, and that's not how evidence is supposed to work."

"I'm just asking questions," I say with a sigh.

"Is what she's asking a possibility? Could the DNA be from the syringe?"

"For all intents and purposes … yes, it's possible," he says.

"So the DNA could be from whoever filled the syringes and not necessarily the one who used them," Tobias surmises.

"Let me show you something," Zander says getting to his feet. "Can you help me out, Four?" Tobias nods and gets up. The doctor comes up behind him and loosely wraps one arm around his neck. "It's my medical opinion that the transfer was left when the killer wrapped his arm around the victim's neck like this so that he could inject the serum." He lets Tobias go then pats him on the shoulder. "But it's entirely possible that Tris' theory is correct also. I can't discount it."

I hold up the report, look at Tobias, and say, "Is any of this enough to arrest Molly and Lauren?"

"Lauren?" Zander says. Oh, shit! He didn't know that part. My eyes slide to Tobias, and he gives me a disparaging look.

"Tris," he says, his voice making me feel like a 2-year-old being scolded by its father. "That information is confidential, Zander. It doesn't leave this office. Okay?"

"Okay. I won't say a word," he says. "Whose DNA do you think I will find on that evidence?"

"Lauren's," Tobias says. He looks my way with a hard glance, making me feel even worse.

"I'm sorry," I mutter.

"It's alright," he says with a sigh. I study his face and am not sure he's being completely honest right now. Peanut starts fussing so I take her out of the sling and realize she's in desperate need of a diaper change.

"I've got to change her diaper," I say as I stand up.

"Four, can you stick around?" Zander asks. "I have a couple other things to go over with you."

"I'll catch up with you later," Tobias says to me. I excuse myself and go out into the hallway. I quickly walk to the nearest restroom, which is just this side of the waiting room.

"You stink, Peanut," I say as I change her dirty diaper. She yawns and her eyelids flutter. "Am I boring you?" She gives me a small smile then closes her eyes. More and more of her personality is shining through. She acts a lot like Tyler and Tessa in some ways but in others, she is the polar opposite. "You know what, baby girl, that little smile you just gave your mommy is the highlight of her night." I put her back in the sling so she can sleep, and just as I'm getting ready to go out into the waiting room, I'm tired from walking all over this compound, Isobel walks in.

"Oh, hi!" she says.

"Hi," I say as I watch her sunny disposition disappear.

"Are you okay?" I must look as bad as I'm feeling at the moment. Should I talk to her?

"I know this is a bad time but can I talk to you?"

"Sure. There's an empty exam room across the hall," she says. "I'll be over in a minute or two."

"Okay, thanks." I trudge across the hall and sit down on the uncomfortable folding metal chair in the corner. I check on Peanut who's sleeping peacefully then stare at the blank wall across from me.

"What can I help you with," Isobel asks as she comes into the room. She stops in her tracks when she sees me. She pivots on her feet, goes to the door, and shuts it behind her then sits on the doctor's stool and wheels up in front of me. "Talk to me, Tris. What's wrong?" The look on her face makes me realize that there are tears trickling down my cheeks. I brusquely wipe them away. I'm not supposed to be crying right now. I'm supposed to stronger than this.

"I'm … miserable right now, Isobel, and I don't know what to do about it," I say. "This is going to sound so stupid."

"Hey, it doesn't matter what you're about to say," she says. "Your feelings are your feelings, and they're not stupid. Never! Just talk to me."

"I don't know how to deal with how I'm feeling right now. I've never experienced this level of stress until I came to Dauntless. Since moving here it's been one thing after another. Sometimes I feel like the bad stuff is never going to end and that it's overshadowing the good stuff." I absolutely hate that I just admitted that out loud to anyone other than Tobias.

"How have you dealt with the stress and anxiety until now?" she asks.

"Mainly with … sex," I say, burying my quickly reddening face in my trembling palms. When she doesn't say anything, I peek out at her. I guess I'm expecting a judgmental look on her face because I basically just admitted to her that my husband and I use sex to deal with our problems but her look is only thoughtful and … empathetic. "We've been struggling since Teagan was born. We knew it was going to be difficult but we had no idea it would be this bad. It doesn't help that Dauntless is in turmoil again.

"When things get … tense for us, Four and I have the tendency to … gravitate toward one another." God, it sounds like a question. "I don't exactly know how to explain it because I don't fully understand it myself. In the past, if we experienced a particularly stressful day, we'd make love and then we would both feel better physically and emotionally. It would clear our heads, make our thinking clearer. Then we were able to handle whatever life was throwing at us in that moment.

"Because of all this stress and the unresolved issues in Dauntless, the pull we feel keeps growing stronger and stronger but we haven't found an outlet, so I feel like I'm about ready to explode and he's not much better. We're anxious and cranky around each other. I cry at a drop of a hat. He's careful not to touch me too long or in a way that will make us want what we're already wanting that much more. Just this afternoon, I asked him to lie down with me so I could fall asleep quicker. When he told me no, I thought my world was coming to an end. I don't exactly know why but later he crawled into bed with me anyway, and I could tell that I hurt him and I hate hurting him. We joked about separate apartments or bedrooms until the six weeks is over on our trip to the Pit but this … void is killing us both."

"I knew that you two were going to have a rough time of it," she says. "How long has it been since Teagan was born?" I look at my phone.

"It's been 4 weeks, 4 days, 14 hours, and 22 minutes. I can tell you the seconds if you give me a minute to figure it out." She looks at me like I've quite possibly gone mad. Maybe I have. Maybe I'm not having this delicate conversation with my nurse friend in an empty, sterile room in the infirmary. Maybe I'm already locked away in the insane asylum talking to the blank wall I was staring at moments ago because of pent up frustration. "What?"

"There are other things that you two can do to please each other sexually without having intercourse," she says. I get the feeling she wants to say something else but decided to go the clinical route.

"I know," I say. "We've messed around a little. I sort of attacked him in the shower." Her brows raise but she says nothing and just listens to me drone on. "He said there wouldn't be any more of that until we can make love together. He's frustrating on so many levels. I guess what I'm getting at is … can I have sex or do I really need to wait another week and a half. Oh, and Isobel, talk to me as my friend and not the clinic nurse. It's okay."

"It's easier to talk to you about this as the clinic nurse," she says. "Should you wait until you are six weeks postpartum to have sexual intercourse? Yes. Mainly so your body will be fully healed. It's went through countless changes bringing your beautiful daughter into this world. It needs time to rest.

"But speaking as your friend I'll tell you this. Everyone heals at different rates. There's no one timeframe that works for everyone. If you are feeling good, by all means, make love to your husband. If anything doesn't feel right or hurts, stop. It's that simple. Carter and I started having sex again four weeks after the twins were born. On the flip side, I have a good friend in Erudite who had a really rough delivery. She and her husband waited eight weeks because she listened to her body and knew that any sooner wouldn't be good. I've known numerous woman who didn't wait the four weeks, which I strongly advise against by the way but I'm not the sex police. You're an adult woman, Tris. You know your body better than anyone. You know what feels good and what doesn't. You don't need my permission." My face goes crimson.

"Actually I do," I say. "He won't touch me until I've been cleared by you."

"Consider yourself cleared then," she says with a smile. "Don't forget birth control and have a good time."

"Birth control," I mumble under my breath.

"You're breastfeeding," she says. "It's a good form of birth control but if you want extra protection, use condoms. We'll talk about more options at your appointment, which I have to move to next Friday morning at 10:00 a.m. I almost forgot to notify you. I had to take a personal day. We're finding out if this little bundle is a boy or a girl on the Monday your appointment was originally scheduled so I had to rearrange my schedule."

"Are you hoping for a girl?" I ask.

"With two rambunctious little boys at home I'd be lying if I said I don't want a little girl to dote on," she says. "But I'll be happy either way but I'm sure you know the feeling."

"I sure do," I say as I caress Peanut's head. "Thank you for letting me unload on you, and I'm not just saying that because you told me what I wanted to hear. You are a great friend. I often wonder how I got so lucky not only to have my wonderful husband and adorable kids but such loyal friends like you."

"I'm the lucky one. I never imagined that I would meet someone I honestly consider a sister in a different faction," she says. "Besides the increased stress, how are you doing?" I take a deep breath and contemplate her question.

"I feel good physically," I say. "Emotionally, it's a little more complicated. The stress is eating away at me. I'm still experiencing hormonal whiplash, which is hard on Four as well. He never knows which Tris he's going to get, level-headed, go with the flow me or raving lunatic, wants to tear his heart out me. Please tell me that it's normal behavior and that it will go away soon."

"It's perfectly normal," she says. "It's just another joy of being a woman." We laugh together softly. "How are Tyler and Tessa adjusting to life with the new baby?" I tell her about Tyler's troubles with Bobby but leave out everything that transpired tonight.

"I think we have it under control now," I say. "He loves Teagan and adjusted to her presence rather quickly. Tessa on the other hand has taken a lot longer. She acts jealous of her baby sister. Four and I have to keep reminding ourselves that she's just a little baby herself who needs us just as much as Teagan does. Sometimes she loves her and other times she acts like she would rather have her go someplace else. When we first brought Teagan home, Tessa would cry uncontrollably every time I fed her if you can imagine that. I hold them at the same time most nights so they can bond, too."

"You're a wonderful mother," Tobias says from the now open doorway. Funny, I didn't hear it make a sound. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

"I wanted to ask Isobel a few things," I say as butterflies start swarming in my tummy and color creeps into my cheeks. "She was just asking how Tyler and Tessa are doing since our little Peanut here joined the family." He smiles warmly as he thinks about his children.

"They have a profound bond already," he says. "It took a little longer in the girls but it's obvious they love each other even as young as they are. We better get home, Tris." A second wind blows through me and suddenly I can't wait to get home. I'm going to make love to my handsome husband tonight, and he doesn't have a clue.

"You're right," I say. "Thanks for the talk, Isobel. I really needed it."

"You know I'm always here whenever you need to talk," she says. "About anything." Her phone buzzes and she pulls it out of her pocket. "I've got to go. Don't forget about the change in your appointment. I'll see you guys later. Have a good night."

"We will," I say. She gives me a knowing smile that should embarrass me but it only adds to the excitement I'm feeling. I watch as she walks out of the room then get up out of the chair. I check on Peanut after she starts fussing and change her diaper then start nursing her. It's been a long, hectic day and her feeding schedule is slightly off. "Can you take the diaper bag for me? I've never walked and nursed before. I want to make sure she's okay."

"Why don't you sit back down and feed her here," he says. "I'll tell the intake nurse we're using this room.

"No, I want to go home," I say a little too enthusiastically. "It's been a long day. I'd rather get home than stay here in the infirmary." Crap! I already said that. Way to go Tris! Make him suspect something is up.

"Okay," he says. He picks up the diaper bag and slings it over his shoulder and picks up the bag holding Tyler's Christmas present. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."