Divergent;an alternate ending

Chapter 61

BLEH SORRY FOR THE DELAY :(

Tris POV

Ellie is getting bigger and bigger everyday. She's eight months old today. It's going by so fast. I walk into her room as she cries, indicating she's awake.

"Morning girlie," I say, walking into her room. She lies on her back, squirming and crying. I lift her small body up and onto the changing table. She's bigger, but still small.

I grab an outfit, black pants and a hot pink onesie-a gift from Christina- and a matching pink bow with black polka dots. Christina even knows baby fashion.

I change her diaper, revealing her small butt. Everything about her is small; small feet, toes, stomach, hands, fingers, head, mouth, teeth, nose, eyes, and ears. They're all small.

"You're like a little cupcake," I say, sealing her diaper. She gurgles, playing with her duck toy. I slip on the onesie and the pants and slip on her bow. I carry her to the kitchen and set her in her high chair.

I tie the bib around Ellie's neck and grab a spplesauce cup. I grab her small plastic spoon and grab a purple sippie cup. I fill it with milk and sit in front of her.

"Ready?" I ask, peeling the top off the cup. She smiles with her small teeth. I put applesauce on the spoon and show it to her.

"Open up babe," I say. She opens her mouth and allows the food inside. She closes her mouth over it and chews. Once she swallowed, she opened her mouth for more.

"More?" I ask. She slps the spoon in her mouth and swallows. Applesauce drips around her lips and on her chin.

"Dirty," I say. I grab a napkin and clean her face, making her scrunce her face.

"Icky," I say. I feed her more until Tobias walks in.

"Hey there cupcake," He says, opening the fridge.

"Abd," She says, reaching toward Tobias. He kisses the top of her head and then my lips.

"Applesauce?" He asks. I nod.

"Want some?" I ask. He nods, smiling like an idiot. I put some on the spoon.

"Here, baby Toby," I say. He eats the applesauce, making me and Ellie giggle.

"Daddy's funny," I say. I remove her bib and carry her to the living room, where I sit her in her playpen. I clean the kitchen as Tobias watches TV and Ellie.

"Tris," Tobias says.

"Yeah?"

"She's standing!" He says. I whip around and see Ellie trying to stand. I rush over to her and pull her out. I try setting her on her feet, but she sits down.

"Aww," I say. I hold her hands and try to lift her up.

"Come on baby," I say. She pulls her arms back and crawls toward her play pen. She grabs onto it and tries to pull herself up. She gets halfway, then falls back down-making her cry.

"It's okay," I say, lifting her into my arms. I kiss her head and bounce her a little bit.

"We can't rush it," Tobias says, placing a hand on Ellie's back and rubbing her.

"Yeah," I reply. I place Ellie in her playpen and sit with Tobias on the couch. He wraps his arm around me and we watch TV.

"When should we start to teach her words?" I ask. Tobias shrugs.

"It's never too early," He says. I nod.

"How bout now?" I ask.

"Sure," He says, smiling. We make our way to Ellie and begin.