Burning With the Fire (Eric Divergent Fanfic)

Now For the Hard Part

 That night, the infirmary allow Jenevieve and I to leave. I thought we would have to stay because of Jenevieve being premature, but they insisted she was healthy enough to leave. She was definitely a bigger baby, which was likely the reason for me having to push so hard, and for so long.

Eric pushes Jenevieve and I in a wheelchair to his apartment in the Erudite headquarters building. It makes me extremely uncomfortable to be here, but I would much rather be here to deliver my baby than in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road.

We arrive at a door after an elevator ride and multiple twists and turns. He opens the door, and the apartment reminds me of the one we had in Dauntless. Open living space, with a dining room and a kitchen towards the back of the room. And to the left is a hallway, likely with a bathroom and one or two bedrooms.

"I picked this one for when I found you. I knew it would remind you of home." Eric tells me, and I nod. I get out of the wheelchair, and begin walking slowly towards the hallway. "Get back in the damned wheelchair." Eric demands, and I glare at him.

"No. You're lucky I sat in it from the infirmary to the door. I'm not crippled, I just had a baby. Big deal." I say insignificantly, when in reality my lower torso feels like it was ripped apart and just thrown back into my body in a jumbled mess. It is not a pleasant feeling.

"For fuck sakes." Eric mutters under his breath.

"What was that?" I snip, and he just stares blankly at me.

"Nothing. The nursery is on the left." Eric tells me, and I continue slowly down the hallway.

I open the left door, and am absolutely blown away at the room for my baby girl. In the corner, there is a crib, with small paper cranes hanging from the ceiling, in all shades of blue and pink. There is a dresser/changing table beside the crib, a small bookshelf with books, and a rocking chair at the end of the crib, with a blue blanket draped across it.

"Eric, this is amazing." I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I only wanted the best for my baby. I knew you mentioned the baby possibly being a girl, but every colour but blue were short to come by." Eric tells me, and my heart aches. He's trying so hard to win me back, by spoiling our baby, and it's hurting me.

"Thank you. I'm sure this isn't easy for you." I say, without looking at him.

"Nothing about you was easy, Arielle. That's what drew me to you." Eric says quietly.

"Why are you trying to get me back? I'm the one that hurt you." I demand.

"Because I want us to be the way we were before this whole war took over our lives. I want to be a father to my daughter."

"But this war isn't over, Eric," I turn to face him. "This war won't be over until I am allowed to go home. This war isn't over until I can see my brother again without targets being painted on our backs. This war isn't over until everyone I love stops being a target." I state, a depressed feeling lacing my voice. Eric swallows, holding back the anger bubbling up inside him.

"I'm never going to get through to you. What do I have to do to get back the days where we would only worry about what we were going to have for supper that night? God, Arielle, I miss you like fucking crazy, you have no idea." Eric tells me.

"I've missed you too. You have to get me out of here, Eric. Please, we can't stay here. Jeanine wants me dead, and you know it. I'm a Divergent." I tell him, and he just stares at me.

"I know. But you can't leave." Eric states simply, and my jaw drops.

"Why not, Eric? You know it's not safe here for me, and our baby. You said you just wanted us safe, and is keeping us here really safe?" I ask, trying to sway Eric as best I can.