fearless

Chapter 94: Talking to Ty

NoLo- Grace Mitchell

"Good morning," Ty whispers in my ear. I allow my eyes to flutter open, and he kisses my nose. He crouches near the side of the bed, eye level with me.

"Good morning," I smile, feeling like today is going to be a pretty great day. "So glad that the morning sickness has passed." I say, thinking aloud to myself. Ty nods.

"I don't like seeing my girl unhappy and in any kind of pain." He frowns. I poke my fingers in the corners of his mouth, feeling his freshly shaven skin dance across my fingers, and push the corners of his mouth upwards.

"Don't frown Ty. I don't like seeing you frown. You look better smiling." I say. He furrows his eyebrows falsely, as if he's deep in thought.

"Hm. I personally think that I look best kissing you, but whatever you like is fine with me." He smirks, and I stare at him, mouth agape.

"True." I raise my eyebrows as I move to sit up, and lay my hands over the little bump on my stomach. Ty moves to sit beside me, his eyes focused on my stomach. He moves my hands and rolls my shirt up to the top of my stomach.

He kisses my stomach, and I smile. He rolls my shirt back down, then looks up at me. "Today's agenda includes a shift for me, and a leader meeting for you. It also includes Hannah being babysat by someone." He sighs, and I nod.

"I'll take Hannah to my mom's when I go to the meeting." I say, folding my hands back over my stomach. He smirks. "Okay." He says, his voice barely audible.

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"Come on, Hannah. I know you don't want to go but we have to." I say as Hannah kicks at my side. "Ma...ma! No!" She shouts at me. I sigh. "I'm sorry Hannah." I tell her, continuing to walk.

We make our way down my mother's hall as I drop Hannah off, the diaper bag on one shoulder, Hannah cradled in my arms.

I knock on my mother's door, and my father opens it. "What now, Z- oh hey, Maddie." He smiles at me.

"Hey dad. You think that you and mom could watch Hannah? I have a leader meeting and Ty has a shift too, so-" I begin to ramble, a habit I picked up from my brother, and my father cuts me off.

"Yeah, sure. Come in." He says, and I walk in, setting Hannah down and putting the diaper bag on the couch.

Hannah toddles around the living room, walking from the couch to the table across the room, near the window, which sheds a little amount of light into the room.

"You know the gender yet?" My father asks me, now sitting at the bar, sipping from his coffee as he reads over some reports.

"Oh," I say as I look down at my stomach. I look back up, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "It's a boy." I smile, and my father nearly chokes.

"A boy!?" He exclaims. I nod. "A boy, dad." He slaps a hand to his face. "Oh my gosh I can't wait to train them. Them being all of the kids, especially Lucas and this little one! They'll be such great Dauntless warriors!" He gushes.

I smile, my face now turning beet red. It's relatively dark in here, though, so you can't really tell. "Have a name yet? Wait, let me guess... Ty Jr!" He smirks.