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Tris's head tilts to the side like a puppy.
"In there?" she points, eyeing your belly suspiciously. "There's a baby in there?"
"Yea sweetheart." Arthur smiles rubbing your back as you both sit on the edge of Tris's bed. "They're in there."
You had both been nervous to break the news to Tris about your pregnancy, waiting until you both knew it was safe. You'd worried that she'd be jealous or wouldn't understand but so far she seemed to be handling it well and was asking all of the questions you'd both prepared answers for.
"And they'll be your baby brother or sister," you add, stroking the small bump that had started to pop.
"How did it get in there?"
Arthur takes a breath, preparing to answer the question he'd been dreading the most. "Well -" he clears his throat and you try not the laugh at the tightness in his voice. "Well, sweetheart, your mama and I love each other very much, and well when that happens we uh..." He looks at you hoping you'd take this one but you shake your head making him roll his eyes. He scratches the back of his neck nervously before continuing. "You see when you love someone a lot that love can turn into a baby and well that's what happened with your Mama and me. I gave her you and now it's happening again, I gave her another baby."
Tris frowns, "But Papa, I love you are you going to giv -."
"No!" He rushes realizing his mistake. "No no, that's different." He stares at you pleadingly. "Darlin' a little help, here? I'm begging you."
"Tris." she turns to you expectantly. "What you Papa means, is when you're with someone you love and you want to marry, only that type of love can turn into a baby. It's a different love. You understand?"
She thinks for a moment, "Someone I want to marry?"
"Yes."
"Like Jack? Can Jack give me a baby?"
Arthur's head snaps up, his eyes wide, "Definitely not. No way in he-."
You hold your hand up silencing your husband and hear him growl. "If, when you're older Jack is who you would want to marry then yes, you could have a baby with Jack."
"Not happening," Arthur mutters under his breath but you shoot him a scathing look, telling him to shut up.
"Only when you're older though Tris."
"But Mama how does it get in there?" She pauses before her eyes widen comically like she had realized something and she gasps. "Mama, did you eat the baby?" Her voice is almost a whisper as if she was afraid of getting you in trouble. "What if they can't get out?"
The laughter bubbles up before you can stop it, your daughter's innocence was too much sometimes. "Oh, my sweet girl." You pull her over to you and she crawls onto your lap, resting her head on your belly, listening for her sibling. "No, I didn't eat them. They rest in there until they're ready. You were in there too."
You glance at Arthur who had buried his head in his hands, clearly exhausted by the whole thing.
"Your daddy remembers when you decided to come out quite well."
He huffs a laugh and sits up to smooth a hand over her curls fondly.
Oh, did he remember it.
He remembered it quite well.