Tris stares at me and bites her lip. "Pregnant? I dunno. I don't think... maybe?"
I sigh and place my head in my hands. "Well, uh... isn't there a test to take?"
"Yeah, or we can go to the doctor." Her eyes bug out as she turns to the toilet and continues throwing up. I hold her hair back with the arm in the makeshift sling and rub her back with the other. I gaze off into the distance and contemplate the possibility of being a father.
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The next day I wake up in the bathtub, my legs dangling over the side. I sit up, rubbing the small of my back and yawning. I look to my side and see Tris curled around the toilet like a C. I smile. She looks so peaceful in her sleep. I hate to wake her. I slowly ease myself out of the bathtub and step gingerly out of the bathroom.
I make a pot of coffee and sit down with a cup in my comfy chair to read the newspaper. I glance at the clock every few minutes until it reaches seven AM, when the doctor's office opens. I pick up the phone and dial the number.
"Dr. Rodel's office, how may I help you?" Her secretary asks as Tris walks in, wrapped in her robe.
"Who's that?" She mouths.
"Dr. Rodel." I mouth back. "Yes, I need to make an appointment for Tris Prior?"I say into the phone.
"Okay, what time?" The secretary asks as Tris pours herself some coffee and sits in the chair next to mine and opens a book.
"Uh... one moment." I say, then cup my hand over the phone.
I look at Tris. She looks up from her book and gives me a questioning look. "What's up?"
"What time do you want to go to the doctor?" I ask.
She looks up, thinking. "Uh.... eight?"
"AM?"
"I dunno. I'm half asleep right now. You decide." She yawns and sips her coffee, looking back at her book.
I shrug and remove my hand from the phone. "Got anything at eight?"
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I shrug on my jacket and hold out Tris' as she slips on a shirt. She takes it and pulls it on, still yawning even as she finishes her third cup of coffee. "It is way too early for this."
I chuckle and take her hand, leaving the apartment and locking it. We get in the car and drive to the doctor's office. I pull into a parking spot, turn the car off, and help Tris out of the car. I hold her hand as we walk into the office.
The secretary smiles at us and hands Tris a clipboard of stuff to fill out. We sit in the waiting room and I watch the news as she fills it out. I notice her stand up and hand the clipboard back to the secretary as a story about something called Ebola comes on.
(AN: My info about Ebola and the flu may be incorrect in this and I'm sorry if my using Ebola in the story offends you that is the furthest thing from my intention. Mostly I'm doing this so people who read this know how dangerous Ebola is if they don't already know. Again, I'm sorry if it offends you or throws you into a mass panic.)
"Ebola is an old virus that mimics another virus called Influenza exactly, except that Ebola is transmitted through bodily fluids, and Influenza- or the flu- is transmitted both through bodily fluids and the air. Ebola is also more dangerous than the flu. It is- as many doctors say- twenty times worse than the flu. In the old days, the virus killed many people-" I miss the rest of the story when Dr. Rodel calls us into a room.
(AN: I have no idea if doctors say that^^)
Tris allows the doctor to take her blood pressure, then I leave so Tris can take a test to see if she's pregnant. I go back to the waiting room and sit. I hang my head in my hands and exhale. "I am so not ready to be a dad."
"That's what I said when my sons were born." A man says.
I jump up and reach for my gun. "What the- who are you?"
"Yeah, I shouldn't have snuck up on a former Dauntless. Sorry, kid. Name's Toby. Toby Walken." He holds out his hand to shake.
"I'm still Dauntless. I'm Tobias. Tobias Eaton." I shake his hand.
"So your girlfriend's pregnant, kid?" He sits down.
I sit back down next to him and lean back, my head dangling over the back of the chair. "Might be. She's getting the test now. God, we can barely take care of ourselves. How can we take care of children?"
"With a lot of mistakes."
I give him a look. "What do you mean, mistakes?"
"Well, like, the kids are gonna hurt themselves. You can't prevent it. Kids will be kids, after all."
"I guess. But I'm twenty years old! I'm not ready to raise a family! We aren't even married yet!"
"Then get married! You love her, don't you?"
"With all my heart." I reply.
"Then marry the girl! No doubt she loves you. I was watchin' you guys from over there." He points to the other side of the waiting room, where a guy about Tris' age sits with a cast on his leg and crutches leaning on the wall next to him. The guy looks up from his book and waves sarcastically at us staring at him. "That's my son, Butch."
"So you think we can get married?"
"Absolutely, kid!" He claps a hand on my shoulder.
I grin. "Thanks, Mr. Walken."
"Toby." He corrects, grinning back.
"Thanks, Toby." I concede.
"Hey, wanna hear a joke?" He says.
"Sure."
"A man walked into a bar. It hurt." He cracks up.
For some reason, I find this horrible joke hysterical. I laugh along with him. "That was the worst joke I ever heard, Toby."
"Okay, well what about this? A duck walks into a bar and asks the bartender, 'do you have any crackers?'. The bartender says, 'Nope, we don't serve 'em here.' The duck leaves. The next day, he comes back and asks again. The bartender replies, 'I told you yesterday, no.' The duck leaves and comes back the next day and asks again. the bartender throws down his rag and yells, 'No! Ask me again, and I'll nail you to the wall and use you for a dartboard!' The duck leaves and ones back the next day. He asks the bartender, 'Do you have any nails or darts?' The bartender, who forgot what he said yesterday, is startled and says,'No I do not.' The duck promptly says, 'Got any crackers?'" He finishes the joke and cracks up, me accompanying him.
I hear the door to the back rooms open and look over, standing up hastily. Tris walks over. "Who's this?" She asks, smiling.
"Toby Walken, ma'am. I was just reassuring your boyfriend here. Not to be too personal, but if you're positive, congrats. I gotta go back to my boy now." He claps me on the shoulder. "Remember what I said, kid." He ambles off to sit with his son.
I hug Tris and kiss her cheek. "So?"
She bites her lip and smiles. "We're having a baby."
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YAY FOURTRIS BABY! Okay, do you guys want Tobias to propose next chapter or when Tris starts showing more or after she gives birth? VOTE! Is this chapter short? I dunno. I'm surprised I updated this soon after the last update. Love you guys, my little Dauntless!
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