A Different Divergent: A Better Tomorrow

~sixty-four~

Chapter 64

I'm not sure where I am but the one thing that I am certain of is that I'm trying to sleep. I'm not at home though because my bed is big, fluffy, soft, and warm, and the bed that I'm lying in now is very small with a thin, lumpy mattress. Why the hell am I so cold? I swear I hear my teeth chattering together noisily or at least I think that's what it is. Can't anyone else hear this racket? Suddenly, something warm and heavy is placed on top of me and I sigh. Oh, that's better. The clattering noise goes away but then a woman with a high-pitched nasally voice starts pestering me, asking for numbers between 1 and 10. Who would do that? I grunt at her trying to get her to leave me alone but she's very persistent. I finally give in, and when I figure out how to use my voice again, I play her little game and give her the silly numbers she's asking for. I really wish I knew what that was about. If I had the strength, I'd tell them all too just leave me alone but I don't so I try to block out the noise and get some rest.

"Tris," I hear Tobias say. He sounds so far away and, if I'm not mistaken, he's worried about something. "Beatrice Grace, there's someone here who wants to meet you." I groan. Why would he wake me up to meet a new person? It's almost as absurd as waking me to ask about numbers. Why is everyone bothering me today?

"Tessa?" I say when I hear a baby. I pry my eyes open and see Tobias staring at me. "Did you get her? She's hungry."

"Love, Tessa's not here." It takes a minute for what he says to register.

"Where am I?" I ask, looking around the unfamiliar room, confused.

"You're in the hospital," he says. Hospital? When I try to sit up, a pain moves through my abdomen, finally clearing my head.

"The baby." He smiles a brilliant smile at me. "Is she okay? Where is she?" I think I hear my Peanut but I don't see her anywhere.

"She's right here with us," he says motioning with his head a few feet away where a portable baby bed sits. "The doctors thoroughly looked her over before letting her come in your room. They gave her a clean bill of health, love. All her systems appear to be functioning as they should. She's just little."

"I want to see her," I say. "I need my baby." He gets out of the chair he moved close to my bed and picks up a remote-control-looking thing that's attached to the bedframe.

"I'm going to move you so it will be easier for you to hold her," he says. "In case you forgot, you just had major surgery."

"Are you sure she's okay, Tobias?" I worriedly ask as the bed adjusts, causing me to groan in pain. "You're not just saying that."

"See for yourself, love," he says. He goes to the baby bed that I swear wasn't there earlier and picks up the tiniest pink swaddled package I've ever seen in my life, and tears wet my eyes. "Here's your daughter, Mrs. Eaton. She's been waiting patiently to meet you." He gently places this innocent life that I created with my husband out of pure love in my arms, and I really start crying. She's small but she's perfect. I cock my head to one side trying to figure out who she looks like. I see Tobias' eyes looking back at me and my nose. She has a spattering of dark curls on her little head. Her chin looks like Tobias' and her ears are definitely mine. She is the best of both of us. "She's so beautiful."

"Yes, she is," he says sitting back down on the edge of the chair. "Isobel brought me in here after they took you to recovery and wheeled her in about half an hour later. We've been getting acquainted with each other ever since."

"Has she eaten yet?" I ask. I lightly run my finger down her cheek, and she opens her mouth and turns her head toward it. My poor baby is hungry.

"No, she's been waiting on you. The staff didn't want to confuse her by giving her a bottle. They knew you would be awake soon. Isobel told me that there may be the possibility she has trouble nursing but she wants you to try on your own first and to call if you need her for a refresher."