Chapter 51 - Perfectly Healthy

— Third Person

Amar and George has found themselves at their house the next week talking about the first time he and Four met, and specifically gaining the nickname Four.

"How many fears do you have anyways?" Amar after after a following statement, still laughing about whatever he said before.

"Six," Tobias answers before she can and Amar practically dies of laughter again.

Tris denies the fact that she still might even have seven fears.
That number has to of gone up since her leaving to the Bureau, before the whole kidnapping and torture of training to be sent to New York and then the building that became her fate.

"The two people to transfer from Abnegation to Dauntless just so happen to be the two people with the lowest amount of damn fears on the planet," he's practically crying of laughter as he shakes his head. George, Tobias and Tris laugh at his reaction.

"Four and Six, lord help that kid," he motions to Tris's swollen abdomen, his laughter slowly calming.

The next few weeks he desperately tries to get the nickname of 'Six' to catch on for Tris, but it just doesn't happen.

People have known her for too long.
And, she firmly stands by the idea that her husband is a number but she is not.

That following week became monumental for nicknames however, because Amar created a new one.

"One." He points to her abdomen.

And yet, to her strong denial, her baby was not referred to as 'the baby' or 'he or she' but as 'One'.

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Tris sighs looking at herself in the mirror as she remembers that day with Amar practically naming her child. Her twenty five week bump clearly swollen in front of her and she rubs some lotion on it while dressing after her shower.

It felt like just yesterday that they found out about the baby, and just hours ago shared that news with their family and friends.

The reality of it was that she was nearing her third trimester, and she continually found herself in disbelief that her child was okay from all the trauma of the attack.

In that mass of time that felt like hours, her and her husband spent a solid week arguing. As her memories grew about training on the metal staffs that the attackers contained in the attack, she wanted to share the knowledge and train people.

Tobias, being protective of not only her but if his child in her womb, strongly disagreed with the idea. However, he was forced to oblige per the actions of his wife's stubbornness.

The week before she began training Zeke and Christina, for they were both not only friends but also initiation instructors, she had to organize her first visiting week as head ambassador.

Tobias would find her working into the early hours of the morning, her growing bump making it uncomfortable to lay down and sleep, planning the week. He thought that maybe once the week was over and she told her story at story time that concluding Friday, this year the story being about her experience of initiation and the brutality changes, that she maybe would calm down and begin to sleep.

However, he was wrong.

Under the excuse that she didn't like training while the training room was being used by the public, she insisted on meeting Zeke or Christina each individually twice a week each at two thirty in the morning. She taught them all she knew: stance, holding the staff, and simple maneuvers that she somehow managed to pull out of her mind without knowing how she knew them.

However, she did follow her husband's single request after obliging to her stubbornness: no sparring. She didn't have to worry about his request though, for neither Zeke nor Chris would be ready to spar before her abdomen would be too large for her to continue.

As she stares at herself in the mirror this morning, she realizes that that specific time of not being able to continue training was rapidly coming near.

"There's still so much I have to do," she rubs her clothed stomach, speaking to Tobias as he enters the room. "If there's another attack, they won't be ready, and if they're not ready and I'm pregnant, there's no one and we all will die. My baby will die. My baby almost already died from people not knowing how to fight, and if they can't start training others because they're not ready then—"

Tobias holds her tight, her words stopping as her head meets his chest.

"You're doing great, and everything will be alright. Tris, you can only do so much before One gets here, and that's just something you're going to have to come to accept. I know you don't work well with others," he laughs. "But this kid does have your blood, and he or she probably isn't going to want to work well with you either."

She pulls away from him, frowning and hitting him on the chest while he laughs.

The only reason she's mad is because she knows he's not wrong.

"Don't call the baby that," she pouts seriously, remember how he referred to the baby as One.

"Are you jealous that Amar got to name our baby before we did?" He mocks, his hands roaming over her medium sized abdomen.

"Yes," she mumbles, pressing her head to his chest again.

They stand like that for a while, and specially Tobias feels his heart pang with the idea of having both his wife and child in his arms like this.

He constantly fears that he will loose them.
This is the closest thing he's ever had to a family, and just the idea of it being ripped away from him makes him tighten his embrace a little bit.

— Tris

"Well let's get going then," my head leaves his chest when he speaks. "And One will be less referred to as 'One' and more of he or she."

Today we find out the gender or our baby.

I feel as if I'm jumping with excitement at the reminder, slipping on my shoes and not bothering with a jacket as we leave the apartment to head to the infirmary for my appointment.

"We need to get a crib," Tobias says out of the blue as we are about halfway to the infirmary.

I nod, anxiety spilling over inside of me over the simple sentence.

There's so much that needs to be done.
And there's not enough hours in one day to get it all done before One arrives.

'Shit.' I mentally curse when I refer to my baby as his before birth alias.

Tobias seems to notice my tension as he shifts his hand in mine, squeezing lightly.

"Everything's fine, Tris."

It's become almost a mantra for both him and I.

One side affect of pregnancy is anxiety, and it has become one of my worst side affect of being pregnant since entering my second trimester.

Everything's fine.
But I feel like it's not.

We walk into the infirmary and through to the section where doctors offices' are. Checking in at the desk for my OB, Ann, we find a spot in the waiting room until my name is called. I find myself picking at my cuticles while Tobias is checking his email on his phone.

The wait feels like forever.

Eventually, my name is called with the familiar face of Ann and we follow her to the ultrasound room in the back.

She makes small talk as I adjust my pants and lift my shirt to reveal my abdomen.

When laying like this, it looks huge.

She asks about my nausea, which has basically gone away making me not need the medication anymore. Tobias does bring up my anxiety like he did at the last appointment, and like the last time, she does reassure that it is normal, especially for new moms.

"It feels like it was just weeks ago that you were here just discovering you were pregnant," she comments while clicking on the ultrasound. She stands to get the lights, then returns to the computer. "But since you found out so late, I guess it's about right that we'd be looking for a gender today."

"You will be able to see the gender?" Tobias asks.

"As long as the baby is cooperating, then yes. Now I don't like doing normal 'It's a girl or boy!' announcements to parents because it's no fun that way, so just pay attention and you'll figure it out.

I nod, not really sure as to what she's saying.
I just want to know if I'm having a son or daughter.
Hopefully Tobias will understand.

She maneuvers the gel onto my stomach with the wand and immediately our baby is visible on the screen.

"One's gotten so much bigger," Tobias says almost in awe and I think he meant to say it in his head.

"One?" Ann laughs a little.

"Friends got to name my kid before I did," I roll my eyes and she laughs.

"Guess it stuck, huh." She smiles and turns back to the machine.

"Ten fingers, a little nose and lips, two ears and what looks like two closed eyes. So far, so good!"

I grew all of that inside me?
I laugh out loud at my thought and Tobias smiles at me.

She clicks some more buttons and a heartbeat comes from the machine.

My eyes are watering as I hear the consistent thud.
That's my baby.

I didn't notice I was legit crying until Tobias wipes a tear from my cheek. I look at him and see him growing misty too.

"Two legs," she points to the fetus's feet. "And ten toes."

I grew all of that inside me.

She stops the heartbeat coming from the machine and I feel my own heart sink.

I could listen to that forever.

"He's a lot bigger than last time, huh?" She smiles looking directly at me, then over at Tobias.

"Yeah," I say in awe while I look over at Tobias who acts as if he's seen a ghost.

He's gotten a lot bigger.

He's.

I feel the gears turning in my head as Tobias's lips are on my forehead.

"One's a boy," I laugh, this being the first time I referred to our baby as his alias.

Not our baby.
Our son.

"Yes," Ann reassures smiling. She closes down the computer and prints off pictures like we had before. I use the towel she gave to wipe the gel from my abdomen and then sit up on the table.

"It's a boy." I state, staring Tobias in the eyes and he laughs cupping my face.

"We're having a son, Beatrice," He presses his forehead to mine, his hands on my abdomen.

"Perfectly healthy little boy," Ann hands us five different pictures of our son.

"Perfectly healthy," Tobias repeats.

Perfectly healthy
Everything's fine.

And for once, I actually believe it when I hear it.