A/N: Hello, loves. If you notice, chapters 16-18 have been deleted. See the author's note at the bottom for more information on that.

"What do you think about adding to our family one day?" I asked. I looked down at Tris, expecting a response but found her to be consumed by sleep. I sighed and closed my eyes, resting my head on top of hers. I wasn't particularly tired, but it felt nice to be relaxed again. Sure, I had been faced with plenty of relaxing nights before, but this one felt particularly blissful. We were together as a family, the way it should have been from the beginning.

I heard the door creek open ever so softly, letting in the small beam of light that protruded from the kitchen. I always left the kitchen light on, now that Willow was older. Often, I would find her wandering about the apartment in the middle of the night. It wasn't anything I though much of. She always slept at some point.

I opened my eyes and looked towards the doorway. Willow stood rubbing her eyes with one hand, while the other clasped a firm hold on her blanket. Without a word, she hobbled over to the bed and tried to climb up the side of it. I reached out my other hand, the one not wrapped around Tris' frail body, and helped pull her up onto the bed. She crawled over to me and snuggled into my side, closing her eyes and attempting to sleep. I guess Tris was right- I should have taught her to sleep in her own bed when she was younger.

Tris stirred beside me and, keeping her eyes closed, reached across me to hold hands with our daughter. I swear, even in her sleep I could see the faintest smile cross her lips. One that I never thought I would have the opportunity of seeing again.

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I was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on breakfast when Tris walked in, already dresses head to toe in black, Dauntless gear. It didn't fit her as it normally had. Sure, she was always small, but the gear would cling to her body whereas now. It did not. It simply hung down her stick-thin frame! not highlighting it in any way at all. It was a rather disturbing site to witness. Sure, my Tris was back, but was she really back? She spoke the same, and even had the same mannerisms. But what she appeared physically was a mere silhouette of herself. If she wasn't pretty before, she certainly wasn't now, with her pasty skin and paper-thin hair. She looked more like thirty than seventeen.

And yet, she's still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as she walked over to me and wrapped her small arms around my waist. "Good morning," she said with a smile.

"Mmm, now is it?" I asked.

She laughed. "Yes, it is a very good morning."

"And why is that?"

"Because," she replied, staring up at me with adoration in her eyes "I'm here, in our own home, with my wonderful family. Does it really get better than that?"

I paused for a moment, pretending to be thinking about it. "No, I don't think so."

"Exactly." She said and rested her head against my back as I finished up breakfast. I grabbed two plates from the overhead cupboard and placed them on the counter. As I was about to grab a third, I paused.

"Where's Willow?" I asked. I didn't recall seeing her when I woke up. It was about ten in the morning, and she was usually up at this point.

"She's still fast asleep." She said, nonchalantly. I immediately dropped the plated onto the counter and ran into the room. "Tobias?" She called after me. I knew there was a chance I was overreacting, but I couldn't help it. With Willow's not-so-clean medical record, I was well aware that even a slight change in her behavior, even something as simple as sleeping in, could be a not-so-good sign.

Unfortunately, I was correct. She was back in her crib, the sheets beneath her completely soaked with sweat. Even in her sleep, her body shook violently. Tris pushed past me and scooped Willow up into her arms, feeling her head, neck, and back. "She's burning up."

"Shit." I muttered. "Okay, come on. Grab her jacket- I know she's burning up but it's below zero outside."

Tris nodded and grabbed Willow's jacket and blanket before following me out the door. "Where are we going?" She asked.

"Back to the infirmary. I can explain more later, but essentially, Willow has had a lot of medical issues since she was born." Tris didn't reply to that. Whether it was out of confusion or shock was any ones guess. I reached over and took Willow in my arms, holding her tight to my chest with one hand. With the other, I grabbed Tris's hand, and ran both of them towards the infirmary.

Thankfully, it was a short distance from our apartment to the infirmary. It was a quiet morning there, with several nurses and physicians standing around without much at all to do. As we burst through the infirmary, one of the nurses greeted us almost instantly.

"Tris, Four! Back so soon. Are you feeling alright, Tris?" She asked, a little bit too enthusiastic.

"I'm fine," Tris snapped. "My daughter though- she's only about a year. She's burning up and shaking and apparently she has a lot of medical issues-"

The nurse chucked, "yes, dear, your daughter has had a rough start to her life. Well, no need to fret, I'm sure it's just a fever. Come on, let's take her back." I nodded and followed the nurse into one of the small examination rooms. Two physicians followed us in, shutting the door behind them. I pleaded Willow on the small examination table and let the doctors take over the rest. Her eyes faltered back and forth between mine and Tris' and the doctors, as if she was trying to determine what to do. One of the doctors stuck a small needle in her arm to draw blood, which left a Willow in sobs. Tris' hand jerked quite noticeably, as if she wanted to run over and scoop up our daughter right away. But, I restrained her by gripping her hand in mine.

"I'll be okay" I whispered to her, soft enough so she was the only one that could hear simply nodded. I knew this was her way of handling the uncertainty we were presented with. I pulled her closer to me when the doctor spoke again.

"Tris, Four? We're going to run some tests on her. If you wouldn't mind stepping out for a moment..."

"Of course, doctor." Tris replied. With one last look at our daughter we left the room, and went to sit on the chairs in the lobby.

"So," I started. "I assume you're wanting to know why we seem to be here frequently."

"Yeah, I mean, you've just been keeping secrets from me this whole time. It would have been nice to know about my daughter's medical problems."

"Tris," I said, through gritted teeth. "You've only been back for two days. I didn't want to drop this bomb on you right away. It's a lot for anyone to take in."

"Then start talking." She demanded.

"Fine. When the doctors were examining the bullet wounds on your body, they had to perform an ultrasound to detect where exactly the bullets were lodged. They were scanning your abdomen when they found out that you were expecting-"

"Wait, but how is that even possible? I-we, I mean, only conquered my fear two days before."

"Erudite technology is ridiculously advanced." I shrugged.

"Right. Well, continue." She prompted.

"Well, like yourself, I was confused about how that could be. But again, they have the technology to detect this sort of thing. They told me that they would perform a c-section to remove the fetus and keep it in a complex incubator, one that was supposed to simulate the effects of being in the mother's womb. Anyways, they did just that. I was terrified, of course, but almost relieved. I thought this was the last piece I had of you." A faint smile appeared on Tris' face. She leaned against my shoulder as I continued on. "She stayed in there for about seven months before she was ready to make her entrance into the world. During those seven moths, she spent every day being monitored by specialists and doctors. They all warned me that the chances of her being perfectly healthy were very slim. She would most likely be faced with medical problems, as she has been. She used to stop breathing a lot- I know, it sounds a lot scarier than it is. But she takes medication for it every day and has been fine since. She has also fallen ill on several occasions." I was sure to leave out the part about David. Tris wasn't ready for that. I wasn't quite sure if I was, either.

"Poor little thing," Tris murmured. "It's my fault she's so sick."

"Hey," I said, taking her chin in my hand and tilting it up so her eyes met mine. "It's not your fault. We didn't know, and there's nothing you could have done. You saved the city and you're here now. What else matters besides that? Our daughter will be okay and will life the most normal life we can provide for her. I promise you that."

"You sure?"

"As sure as I am that I love you." I replied, pressing my lips to hers.

"Oh, there you two are!" The same, enthusiastic nurse called out. I grunted and broke apart from Tris to face this utterly irritating woman. "We've come to a prognosis for little Willow. If you'd just follow me back into the room..." We stood up and obliged, following the plump woman into the examination room.

"Hello, have a seat." One of the physicians greeted. We sat down. "Let me preface this by asking- did your daughter have any surgeries recently?"

I sat silent for a moment. "No, not surgery," I said, finally. "But stitches, yes."

"Right. And who performed the task?"

"It was another doctor here... I'm sorry, but I can't recall their name. It was about three weeks ago."

"That would be about right. Well, it looks like whoever did those stitches did not properly clean the wound."

"Shit," I groaned. "Don't tell me-"

"It's caused an internal infection- one that could not be seen visible on the epidermis. The fever of hers that you experienced was her small body's way of trying to fight the infection. It's spreading through her body rather quickly, because she is so small. I'm afraid she's very ill right now. With your consent, of course, we're going to take her into an emergency surgery."

"When?" Tris asked.

"As soon as you two sign these forms." He said, handing us each a clipboard and a pen. Attached to the clipboard was a long, detail form. Both Tris and I signed ours off immediately, without even consulting one another. We handed them to the doctor who nodded, and ordered the nurse to go and get one of the OR's set up. "Your daughter will be in great hands." He assured us. We were able to say a quick goodbye to Willow before she was wheeled out of the examination room and on her way to surgery.

"You failed to mention anything about stitches, Tobias," Tris sneered as soon as they door closed. I knew this was coming. I just wished I had time to brace myself for the impact.

"I know, I'm sorry, Tris. Just let me-"

"No, I'm not going to let you explain. You know why? I've been back for two fucking days and you're already keeping secrets from me. It's not just about us anymore. Do you realize that? Or are you too dense to figure that out. Wake up, Tobias, because our daughter's life is on the line. What happened to honesty? Just because I died does not mean that rule doesn't apply. I thought we promised each other back in Amity that we would never lie to one another." Tears welled in her eyes, out of both anger and sadness. Part of me wanted to coddle her, but this was Tris. She was a strong girl, and certainly didn't need coddling. But the other part of me boiled with rage. I could help the venom that spat from my mouth with every word that flowed out.

"Maybe it is your fault. If you had just let your dumbass brother die for you, David wouldn't have attacked our daughter. Did you really think I'm that self centered and spineless to allow our daughter to get hurt? The only reason she is in that surgery, fighting for her life, is because you-"

"Don't you dare," she laughed, her voice approaching a deadly low octave. "Blame this on me. If you think this is all my fault when I was fucking dead, if you don't remember, then you're just as sadistic as..." Her voice trailed off.

"As who?" I snarled.

"Marcus. Quite honestly, you're no better than he is."

She did it. She went to far. I had to grip the insides of my chair to keep me from lunging at her. Well, the physical restraint plus my love for her kept me bound from my seat. She had hopped up, and was gathering her's and willow's coats.

It hit me. Not only did she go too far, but I had given her no choice. I had pushed her over that ledge. Guilt bubbled up inside of me as I watched her open the door to leave. I opened my mouth to speak, to apologize, but she spoke before I even could.

"I heard your question last night, you know. About wether or not I would want to expand our family. I didn't answer because I didn't know how to tell you that I couldn't wait for that day but now? You can barely take care of one kid. Hell, you can't even communicate with your girlfriend. The answer is no, Tobias. I don't. I'll tell the nurse to call me when Willow is out of surgery. I just need my damn space. I'll be back, just... Give me time. Hope your daughter is fine." She said. She stormed out the door without another word, using the back of her heel to kick it shut. The sound of the heart shattering slam was drowned out by the piercing cry of a baby, coming from down the hall. It was a cry I had only heard twice before. One saved for the most desperate and agonizing moments of that small being's life.

I sank down in the chair, placing my head in between my hands. What did I just do.

A/N: oh goodness, it's been too long. I hope this {longer} chapter makes up for it! If you notice, chapters 16-18 have been deleted. That is because I felt everything was too rushed and deviated from the track that this story followed. I wanted to redo chapters 16 and onward, to follow where I know this story should go. It's not a super fluffy fic, it's not a perfect world. This chapter, I think, proves that. Anyways, the rush was, undoubtedly, due to me trying to push out chapters in between working on my novel. An update on that: I've finished the first draft last week, and I'm now working on editing it. I really enjoy working on this fanfic, and I hope to have a little more time to work on it before I'm consumed by school and homework and novel in a few days.

To be quite honest, I wasn't sure if this update was ever going to happen. I wasn't sure if I would continue to work on this story. But you know what? I did. I did it for you guys who have continued to show love for this story and have followed it along on this roller coaster journey. Don't fret-this isn't the end at all. I hope to have a new chapter up really soon, actually.

To conclude this lengthy author's note, let me explain why I decided to write another chapter somewhat out of the blue. The reason is Valentina from Annabethreads. You can thank her support for motivating me to write update.

Hope you all are doing well. Thank you for sticking with this fic, I truly love you guys. As always, please do review. I really truly appreciate it. Goodnight!

- Hannah