My Fear (Eric Divergent Fanfic)

Chapter 43

***five months later***

Ean turns three years old today. Emery is now 17 months old and the twins 7 months old.

Eric and I have been getting along decently, Emery has been officially diagnosed with Autism. The twins have grown bigger and their hair longer. Phoenix is roughly 8 months old and he looks a lot like Eric--aside from his dark brown hair and eyes.

Eric went back to work a week after we brought Phoenix home. I've asked Peter to help a lot with the five of them. Today though, were all overly happy because Ean is three and he is beyond excited for his truck themed party. Right now Ean is playing with Emery. Emery seems to only warm up to Ean, probably like how Eric and Flint were as children.

Ean still calls Phoenix, Enix, and it's caught on as a somewhat official nickname.

"The right side needs to be up more," I say to Eric hanging up the banner.

Peter opens the door and makes himself at home...as usual. "Ean's in his room," I call to him.

"Can't wait to see the birthday boy!" Peter practically runs to his room.

"You know some days I think I see Peter's actions in Ean...it worries me," I say to Eric and chuckle.

"Oh god, that worries me too."

One of the babies cry, "I got it." I head into Enix's room, he's come along way in five months, he's not longer underweight, he's happy and it warms my heart. He's my son no matter what anyone will say. I'm going to adopt him. The twins and him have been close, learning together and bonding together. They all get along great and I even saw Emery warming up to Phoenix recently too.

I walk back into the living room. "The banner looks good." I say to Eric.

"Thanks. I worked hard on it. Took me all night." He winks.

I wrap my arms around him. I give him a peck on the lips, "I love it."

"He's gotten so old so fast." He shakes his head.

"Three years and eight months ago I was just a naive initiate seduced by the leader," I chuckle.

"Three years and eight months ago I had no wife or kids and now I have a wife and five kids." He laughs.

"Three years and nine months ago, I was living at Candor."

"You were only sixteen. We were so wrong." He shakes his head. "I'm a creep."

I hit him in the shoulder, "You are only two years older than me. But yes I was sixteen...you creep."

"I just look at the kids now and I think I would kill them if they got a girl pregnant at sixteen."

"Especially Eloise."

Eric's face hardens. "Don't." He warns. "Not my little princess."

"Imagine how my father would feel," I nearly burst out into laughter. "Let's hope Eloise doesn't take after me then," I kiss Eric on the cheeks.

"She better not." Eric replies frigidly.

I squint my eyes at him. "Are you insinuating that I'm a slut Mr. Coulter?"

"You know what I mean, Elena. Eloise better not even think about having kids until she's fifty." He put his hands on his hips.

"Such double standards you've set for our children," I tease. "If Eloise stays here she won't have kids until she's fifty, but if she goes somewhere else..." I get into his head.

"I'm going to rip my hair out if you go on."

I laugh and put my hands in his, "Calm down honey, you won't look good bald."