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It's the baby

Chapter 11

Tobias' pov

I balance the full plate of food on my left hand, laughing at what ends Uriah will go for another slice of chocolate Dauntless cake. Like running butt naked through a very crowded cafeteria. I maneuver around the chaos, careful not to drop my plate on the floor or on another Dauntless member which would be no fault of my own… As they are not paying any attention to their surroundings. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, I just about curse under my breath as there is just one more thing to deal with.

I hold my phone up so I can clearly read the words of an incoming text.

Four, I'm scared. Something is wrong.

Heading to the clinic.

Suddenly the plate in my left hand drops to the floor just as my feet take off towards the exit. I run as fast as I can, pushing people out of my way when they themselves refuse to move. Nothing, and I mean nothing will keep me from getting to Tris.

I finally break through the doors to the clinic. A few confused and wondering eyes land on my frantic behavior, but I don't care. I make my way towards the receptionist desk.

"Excuse me. I'm sorry. It's an emergency," I say over and over again as I push my way through.

"Excuse me, I need to know what room Tris Prior is in, please." The words rush out of my lips, silently praying everything is okay with the baby.

"Sir, you are going to have to wait your turn." She says, gesturing towards the line behind me. Like hell I'm waiting.

"No. Please. This is an emergency. I need to see her!" I say, urgently.

"Sir, like I said… You will have to wait your turn. We are short staffed and very busy today." She says, impatiently.

"Like hell I am." I burst out, my feet moving towards the double doors that divide the waiting room from the patient rooms. I hear the receptionist call for me, telling me I can't go through there. I know any second security will be called, but I don't care.

Doctor Ortiz comes out of his office, probably wondering what all the fuss is about. When he sees it's me, he waves the receptionist off behind me. "Four she's back here, come on." He says, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder as he urges me forward. "Now Tris is stable, we are running some tests." He continues.

"Is she alright? Is the baby alright?" I ask.

"See for yourself." He says, opening up a door to a room.

I walk in, instantly relieved when I see Tris laying back on the medical table. Her eyes dry, but puffy. She clearly has been crying.

"Tris?" I question, rushing to her side. I fight the urge to take her into my arms. I settle for her hand, squeezing it for comfort. Tris looks like she is on the brink of tears again. "Is the baby okay?" I ask, fearing the worst.

"I'm not sure." She continues, "I was bleeding," She explained, tears begin to flood her eyes fearing the worst. My heart drops into my stomach, this can't be happening.

"It's common for some spotting to happen in the first trimester." Doctor Ortiz says, his voice cooler than a cucumber as he pulls a large machine towards us. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves…. Let's just see what is going on, shall we?" He turns the machine on, preparing a small hand held wand. Tris lowers the hem of her pants and rolls up her shirt revealing her still flat stomach. The Doc squeezes some kind of blue gel looking liquid onto her stomach before placing the wand on her. He maneuvers the wand over and over in circles around Tris' lower stomach, glancing at the screen, we wait impatiently.

Tris and I let out the largest breath we both were holding the second we heard the baby's heartbeat, The flicker of the heartbeat on the monitor, tells us that the baby is alive and doing okay. Thank God.

"Strong heartbeat." The Doctor announced. "The umbilical cord seems to be intact and well…" He says, checking it.

"So why was I bleeding?" Tris asks.

"I don't see any evidence of trauma. Have you been under a lot of stress lately?" He asked her. I see a trace of realization hit Tris' eyes. She closes her eyes shut, trying to keep calm. "And you don't feel any cramping?"

"No." Tris says, her voice filled with worry.

"I want to run some blood and urine tests to make sure all your levels are good. But for now… I think it's just from stress. My suggestion is to get a little bed rest for at least a few days. But let's make sure all is well first." The Doctor finished, closing the door and leaving us alone. Not too long after, the nurse comes in with a large caddy of medical supplies. She first draws blood from Tris' arm, before handing her a sterile cup and tells her where the bathroom is. Tris tells me, I'll be right back as she heads out the room with the cup.

For a few moments I'm left alone to my own thoughts. Thoughts of what could have happened. Relief washes over me, as I repeat to myself that everything is okay. That Tris is okay. That our baby is okay.

Before too long Tris comes back with worry on her face as she takes a seat on one of the three uncomfortable looking chairs. I can't help but feel drawn to the seat beside her. I fight the urge to take her hand, to wrap my left arm around her shoulders. To comfort her and tell her that everything is okay. That the baby is okay and so is she and that's all that matters. Instead I say nothing. I keep my hands entwined together with my elbows on my knees.

Doctor Ortiz finally enters the room, walking towards his rolling chair, he takes his seat with his chart in his hand.

"Alright kids…Let's take a breath." He begins, looking more at Tris' worried face than mine. "Tris everything seems more than fine. Your blood work and urine show no signs of anything serious. Now to be on the safe side of things… Tris, I would like you to be on bed rest for a few days. It's just as a precaution. No stress. Just relax." He suggested.

"Complete bed rest?" She asks.

"A shower a day and of course bathroom breaks are fine… Just for the next week. If you feel any cramping or further bleeding that is more than spotty, then please come back immediately."

"But nothing is wrong with the baby." Tris says, her voice full of worry.

"Not at all. This is just out of precaution. Give it a week…If everything remains normal then you can go back to your daily routine." He continues, "I'll arrange for a wheelchair so you can return home."

It's a silent walk back to Tris' apartment. It took five minutes to convince Tris to let me push her home. Five minutes of her telling me how independent she is and that she doesn't need help. I laughed at myself, remembering how stubborn she can be, especially when she doesn't want anyone seeing her weak in any way.

But she needs to come to terms that this isn't about her anymore. And more importantly, she needs to get used to us being a family… She, who is the daughter of Natalie and Andrew Prior should know more than anyone else that family is everything.

She unlocks the door awkwardly from her chair as I push her in and head for the bedroom. I ask her if she needs a detour to the bathroom first. Her cheeks turn red betraying her embarrassment before she nods her head yes. I shake my head, turning her chair toward what I guess is the bathroom.

"Um. Four." She says….

"Tris, I can push you towards the bathroom. It's not a big deal," I point out.

"Right. But…" She says, as I stop the chair and walk around to open the door for her. I'm surprised when I hear her laughter when I open the door to find shelves of linens rather than a full bathroom behind the door. "That's the linen closet." She corrects me. I feel like an idiot more than I have in such a long time as I silently curse under my breath. "That's the bathroom." She says, pointing towards another door.

"Right." I say, closing the door to what I know now is the linen closet. I push her towards the right door. Letting her know that I will be right out here if she needs me. I can see the slight irritation in her eyes before she closes the door.

"Are you listening?" She asks, her voice a little muffled as it comes through the door.

"Nope." I answer her, although now that she mentions it my ears are straining to hear her better.

"Well… Go away…. Walk to the kitchen or something." She demands of me. I roll my eyes, doing just as I'm told. I bite my tongue hard, not wanting to say exactly what is on my mind. Which is to remind her that she isn't doing anything that the rest of the city doesn't do… But I remind myself not to add any more stress to her plate.

My eyes go directly to the kitchen table. Stacks of books, vitamin bottles, clothes and other things that I have no idea what they are, take every inch of the table. I hear the flush of the toilet, the faucet running and then the door opening…

"What's all this?" I ask, not bothering to turn around.

"Christina." She says simply. It all makes sense, suddenly. I turn to see the irritation on her face from simply looking at the table.

"I know Christina can be a lot… I'm so sorry if she caused you more stress than you needed." I begin. "I think for a long time… She had a lot of things planned… And now."

"Now I'm the one that is pregnant…" She finishes for me. "But this is my pregnancy too. I want to enjoy it, my own way." She says, making perfect sense. Tris is the one pregnant, she will be the mom. Christina will have to learn how to manage the role she is in…And not try to overthrow Tris. Suddenly I feel exhausted thinking of the conversation that I know I will have to have with Christina tonight. She can't cause Tris any unnecessary stress. I won't have it.

"Thank you, Four… For today." Tris says. I can't help but cringe at the sound of my name. It sounds so wrong coming from her.

"Do me a favor…" I ask, not bothering to wait for an answer. "Don't call me Four."

"I can't call you Tobias." She says.

"Why not?" I ask. She should always be able to call me that. I don't care what our situation is. I am and always will be her Tobias.

"It doesn't feel right." She says, truthfully. "Not now."

"Well… Maybe it will one day.."

A/N

Revised by FDFobsessed