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Tris P.O.V.
“Oh my God!” Christina squeals, jumping up and down and clapping her hands together quickly in a very cliché and childish manner.
“Woah, calm down Chris,” I try to calm her. She pauses for a moment and just looks at me,
“You’re pregnant Tris! I will not calm down.” She tells me defiantly. “You, the stiff is pregnant.” I smile and chuckle lightly, yeah, I am. I look at her stomach, Chris is Six months pregnant and beyond excited to become a mum – something that she has wanted for years. Will is absolutely terrified, part of me thinks that he wasn’t expecting to become a dad so young even though he and Christina were trying for a baby when they found out she were pregnant.
With the majority of Dauntless members having children young because we also die young, the average age for parents here is between eighteen and twenty-four. This also means that many of our friends also either have children or are planning to in the very near future. Jason, is Zeke and Shauna’s one year old son, who is all baby fat and giggles.
“Yes, I am pregnant Chris.” I tell her, nodding my head.
“How far along are you? Our children need to grow up being best friends, is it a girl or a boy, please tell me it’s a boy. My daughter needs a hot guy to date when she’s in her rebellious teenage genes, and if he looks anything like Four, girls will be all over him.” She gushes.
“About two months along, so I won’t know the gender for a while.” I explain.
“Fine but you absolutely have to tell me the second that you find out.”
“I will,” I agree. “As for everything else, we’ll have to see.” I smile.
Three months later (Tobias P.O.V.).
“Please quieten down, we have an important announcement to make.” Max yells, attempting to take control of the hectic mass of black in front of us. Max, Tori, Harrison, Tris and I, as the five Dauntless leaders have called a meeting for all of the Dauntless Members, it is compulsory to attend unless under sixteen or at a vital job. The five of us stand on the stage in the pit.
“Thank you,” Harrison says once everyone has calmed down, “Every few years we look over all of the Dauntless laws and ways of life, making small and necessary adjustments in order to keep this faction the best it can be and in order to evolve as an entire faction.”
“Recently, as you all know the old age law has come back into consideration, we as leaders believed that you, should also have a say in whether or not we should allow our senior members to stay in Dauntless.” Tori explains. Two weeks back the leaders held a meeting and we were unable to come to a consensus, a week ago we opened a poll so that every Dauntless member voted in support or against removing the age law. The five of us discussed the outcome last night. Tori continues,
“The polls which have taken place over the past week, have showed and overwhelming support in overthrowing this law and allowing our more aged members to live out their lives in the compound. As of this morning, there is no limit to the age you can be within this faction and within this compound.” The entire faction cheers, no more useless waste of life.
I wait for everyone to calm down slightly before stepping forward to the microphone, holding Tris’s hand strongly.
“Tris and I have another, more personal announcement to make, while everyone is here.” I say into the microphone, everyone faces me waiting for the news that will change Tris’ and I’s lives forever.
“Tris is about five months pregnant,” I tell them. Somehow these cheers are even louder than the ones we heard a few minutes ago. Tris laughs, blushing and buries her head in my chest, as everyone begins shouting random questions at us.
"What gender!”
“How many?”
“What’s its name?”
“Are you excited?”
“Good luck!”
“We are expecting three beautiful girls,” Tris tells them.
“We haven’t decided on any names, we are excited,” I add, “and thank you for the luck, heaven know we will need it,” everyone laughs at us good naturedly.
“Congratulations Tris and Four, you will make excellent parents,” Tori says, hugging us both tightly.
We walk through the door to our apartment, the meeting was over an hour ago, but everyone kept stopping and congratulating us, so it took forever. Tris collapses onto the couch as I move through the kitchen.
“Hey Tris,” I say, trying to get her attention.
“Hmm, yeah?” she answers, turning around to meet my eyes.
“When we sign the birth certificates, we will have to state our true names.”
“Shit, I never thought of that.” She contemplates for a minute, “well technically your name is ‘Four,’ according to all of the Dauntless standards anyway.”
“Well yes, however, I can’t write that on our children’s birth certificates,” I explain.
“Why not, they used it at the ceremony when they made us leaders,” she tries.
“I suppose, I still feel weird about using Four as my name on their birth certificates,” I admit.
“What do you prefer? Four or Tobias, keeping in mind that birth certificates are part of the public record so anyone in Dauntless will have access to it.” Tris states, I sigh.
“Okay, I’ll have Four written down, will you have Tris?” I question, she nods her head in answer.
Three months later (Tris P.O.V.).
“So, what have you named them?” one of the nurses asks. I look down at the little girl in my arms,
“Our oldest daughter will be called Alexandria Sara Elevra,” I tell her. Tobias and I had agreed on each of their names only a few days ago, knowing that pregnancies with multiple children often leads to premature deliveries, we thought it was best to decide on the names earlier rather than later.
“Our second born is Lillian Amaya Elevra,” Tobias tells the nurses.
“And our youngest daughters name is Mackenzie Nina Elevra.” I finish.
“All beautiful names.” The youngest midwife says, cheerfully.
“I will go and write out each of their birth certificates, I will be back in a few minutes so that you can sign them.” The same woman tells us, and then walks out the door and down the hallway, leaving three nurses with us in the room.
“We are going to take each of your daughters into one of the rooms just down the hall, we just need to take a few measurements, run a few tests and take a blood sample from each of them. We will be back soon,” the brunette explains. The older nurse takes Alexandria from my arms, while the brunette and blonde take Lillian and Mackenzie from Tobias’s arms.
When Tobias and I chose their names, we agreed that we should give them longer first names, a short middle name and then the last name that Tobias and I use officially outside of Dauntless, Elevra. Alexandria would be shortened to Alex, her full name only to be used on official documents and when she is in trouble. Lillian would be Lily and Mackenzie would be Mack, and theoretically, if they didn’t like their first names then they could go by their middle names. It is a practically fool-proof plan, or so we think.
“They’re incredible,” Tobias tells me.
“They are,” I agree tiredly, still in awe of the three people that are half of him and half of me.
“Go to sleep darling, I’ll wake you if anything happens,” he says, I was in labour for nearly fourteen hours, and am exhausted.
“Okay, but if anything happens-” I try, not wanting to miss a single moment from my girls’ lives.
“I’ll wake you, I promise,” Tobias interrupts me.
“Okay, I love you.” I don’t hear his response, but I assume that he confirms his love for me also.