Chapter 59 - Time Flies

— Tobias

And our life truly began from that point on.

"Oh, baby," Tris coos, picking our five day old son up out of the crib.

"Tris, you need to take it easy," I sigh. "You're suppose to be recovering."

These past few days have been insane as all of our friends met our unnamed baby boy,

"And you're suppose to be thinking of baby names. My son won't be called 'One' his whole life."

"He probably will," I laugh and she rolls her eyes. "But I thought we had decided on a name?"

"I don't know..." she sighs and sits with the baby on her chest. She's in a tank top, so his face covers her ravens along her collarbone. "It seems too Abnegation."

"But he's Dauntless, so he makes it Dauntless," she laughs at my pathetic excuse, the baby making a sound as she rubs his back.

"What do you say, Thomas?" She whispers to the cooing baby, his deep blue eyes open and looking at me next to her on the couch.

"I don't know about you, Tris, but I think it's perfect," I wrap my arm around her shoulder, rubbing my son's small chubby cheek.

"Thomas Eaton." She smiles at me and I kiss her lips softly.

And from that point on, time flies.

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— Tris

"Chris, you have to calm down," my voice grows deep as my friend paces back and forth while I breastfeed my son in the rocking chair.

Just a month old and he's already grown so much.

"Easy for you to say, you're the younger child," she scoffs and I roll my eyes at her. Looking down at Thomas I smile, his big eyes looking up at me.

"Are you even listening?!" She raises her voice and I look up from my son.

"Lower your voice, would you?" I keep my voice at the same normal volume it has been since she showed up.

She gives me a look that she is about to loose her shit and I glare at her.

I was feeding Tom before she was here.
I was busy.
I can't give up all my time to be at her every need.

"If you can't tell," I motion to my chest. "I was doing something before you showed up. Now go in the living room and wait until he's done please. I can't deal with both of you being upset at the same time," my voice is tense.

She sighs, leaving the room and Thomas squirms, releasing my breast. I fix my shirt and put him in his crib, wandering through my apartment to find Chris.

She's sitting on the couch, Indy's face on her lap as she plays with the fur on his face.

Her breathing is deep and I can feel her frustration.
She has to understand that I'm busy sometimes.

"I just can't believe she's been dating someone for that long, and she hasn't told me," she looks up at me and I see her red eyes. "We use to be close, and now I feel like I barely know her."

"Tell her that." I sit on the couch next to her, pulling my knees to my chest.

"Yeah, because that will go over well," she reflects my position on the couch, her feet next to mine on the couch.

"I don't know Chris," I tell her honestly and she smiles at me almost shyly.

Rose introduced Chris to her boyfriend of five months yesterday, and needless to say, it didn't go over too well with Chris.
I don't really know the guy, but from what Chris tells me, he was an odd personality during initiation.

We sit, enjoying each other's company for a while before I hear Thomas in the other room where I left him. I bring him out to the living room and sit with him now that Chris has calmed down.

"Do you have a date yet?" I ask referring to her wedding.

"November 9th."

"Finally!" I laugh and her mood changes completely compared to what it was when she showed up at my door.

She talks my ear off about all the planning she still needs to do until Tobias comes home from work. He pecks me on the lips when he enters after greeting Chris and relieves me of the child on my chest.

"Chris, November is like five months away. That's plenty of time!" I laugh.

"Four months," she corrects. "And you wouldn't know, you never planned a wedding." She groans and I make a comment about how Four and I did things the easy way unlike her.

"You watch, you're going to blink, it's already going to be the week of the wedding." She says seriously and I shake my head.

But boy was I wrong.

"I don't know, Rose. It's not my call to make," I put my four month old son down in his travel crib in my office before turning to her.
She doesn't know if she should even bother asking Chris about bringing her boyfriend as her plus one because of how much the guy annoys Chris.
I still haven't met him,

"She finally got over that I was dating him, but I worry if I ask it will re-spark her anger with me all over again," she sits behind my desk in my wheeling office chair as I lean against the wall.

"You know Chris probably as well as I do, maybe even more," she leans back in the chair and I nod.

"She probably will get mad again," I think about Chris and how she holds a temper. "But telling her now would be better than him just showing up on her wedding day," I think about something so small making all of Chris's planning for this wedding go to shit.

"Is Tom going?" She asks motioning to the plastic crib.

"No, he's going to my parent's for the weekend. That reminds me, I have to pack this up after today," I tap on the crib, making a mental note.

"Go talk to her," I sit across from my desk, looking at Rose directly in her eyes. "The day is practically over anyways, and her wedding is only getting closer."

Once she leaves I pull out my phone and text Tobias asking him to come get the crib from my office before he leaves the Main Building.

There's a soft knock on my door and Amar peeks his head in making me laugh. "Is he asleep?" He looks over to the crib and I shake my head.

"Probably not."

"Good. I need me some baby love." He creeps over to the crib and bends over gushing over Thomas. He reaches out his chubby hand giggling as Amar makes sounds at him.

"Green is totally your color, little man," he picks him up and holds him in his arm, cradled with his back on Amar's chest and his legs sticking out as he sits. He giggles when he sees me and I smile.

"I'm taking your son. He is mine now. Let's go, One," he walks out of my office with Tom but only makes it a short while before I hear him crying.

What's going to happen when we leave him at my parent's place?

"We're back, we're back, there's mom! We didn't go that far!" He says in a jokingly rushed tone to the baby when he enters my office again. I take Tom from him and laugh, making fun of Amar when he stops crying the second he's in my arms.

"He's scary, I know," I coo to my son and Amar makes a face.

"I hear a baby!" Sara comes in from next door and leans on the door frame of my office. She eventually carries Thomas and he gives her a big grin as he giggles.

"I think he likes Sara more than you, Amar," I laugh.

"Come on man, I practically named you!" He exaggerates with his hands as Sara bounces Thomas around happily.

Eventually Thomas grows fussy and I assume he is hungry. It's getting late anyways, so Sara and Amar leave for the weekend just as Tobias comes in to grab the folded up crib that Amar packed up for me while he was here.

"Hey there!" He lifts Thomas up high, making him wiggle his free arms at his father when in the air. When he holds him normally, he kisses me before we head home.

Seeming happier in Tobias's arms, I take the bag with wheels that the crib has back to the apartment while Tobias takes Thomas.

Once we get into the apartment I feed Thomas. I decide to sit with him at the kitchen table tonight while Tobias cooks so I can talk to him.

"There's something going on outside the fence, I think." He comments as he stirs the pot on the stove. "The Bureau hasn't been communicating like they use to to us."

"What do you mean?" I hold my son tighter as he wiggles.

"I don't really know how to describe it, but it's almost like they're passive aggressive with us, or just like being short with everything. They're our source of news outside the fence, and they're saying that there's no news, which has never been the case."

"Maybe things have just calmed down out there...?" I try to hope, but Tobias gives me a look that shuts it down.

"I don't want to worry you, because it could be nothing. It's probably nothing, Tris. I just worry that it's not."

"So what are the leaders doing about it?"

"Not enough. They're trying to plan a meeting about it, but the next date they can get is too far to make it worth while."

"How far?" I ask.
I have to know.
My son is in this world now.
Tobias and I have more to protect than each other, even if this may be nothing to worry about.

"Eight months from now," He sighs.

+ + + There is an individual mature rated scene following this scene, chapter 59.5, that can be located in the mature parallel scenes edition of this book+ + +