Translations :

1) Are you Alright?

2)Of course I am. Are you ready? You're the one who hasn't seen them yet.

3)Of course I'm ready. I can't wait for the little cub to get here.

4)Look

5)Please look. I know it's hard and I know your scared, but I also know you want to love this baby. So please, look.

Tris's POV

We wasted no time alerting as many people as we could about what was going on and the pendant. Copies of the picture were sent around the to our most trusted allies and all the way to Adept. I also managed to get on the phone with Eric and let him know what's going on.

"Finally. I thought you'd never get a lead. I sure as hell haven't been able to find anything." He lets out an angry sigh and I heard what sounded like him falling into a bed afterwards.

"I know, and thank you for everything you and your mom have been doing. I know you're frustrated because you think you're not helping but it's like I told you before, you guys are reaching people I'm not able to reach. Not to mention the good you guys are doing anyway." I lay down on my couch and prop my feet up.

He sighs again, this one less angry. "Yeah I guess so. Anyway, what's the next move."

"Honestly? Lying low and waiting. Max has his officers constantly monitoring and patroling to try and be on top of things with the kidnappings, and I've established my own patrols by reaching out to the rest of the Gifted. We wait and see if anything comes out of this and the research being down." My phone beeps with an incoming message.

Four - I'm outside

"Hey I have to go OK? Four's here to take Nadia and I to her appointment."

There's silence and then with obviously forced casualness he says, "So. You're still dating him?"

"Yeah Eric I am. Feel like telling me why that bothers you? Or maybe how you guys obviously know each other? Anything really would provide me so much clarity." I don't want to get sarcastic or snippy with him, but every single time I've brought it up to either of them they've shut me down. It's irritating at this point.

"It's nothing you need to worry about Bea. I'll talk to later alright? Have fun at Nadia's appointment." And without even letting me say goodbye he hangs up.

A quick kiss, a pit stop to grab my cousin, and a short drive later the three of us are in the waiting room of the OB-GYN. Nadia talks to her mom on the phone while Four and I share earbuds and watch videos on YouTube.

"Nadia Belikova!"

We all look up as the nurse calls for Nadia and the two of us get.

"We'll back soon OK?" He gives my hand a squeeze and a small smile to the both of us.

My cousin and I are led to a room and are soon left alone to wait for the ultrsound technician.

"У Вас всё в порядке?" I ask her. She looks straight ahead of her and have her hands clasped so tight together I'm surprised she's not shaking.

"Конечно, я. Вы готовы? Ты тот, кто не видел их." Babushka warned me about this. Nadia has kind of barried herself behind partial denial. She's acknowledged that she's pregnant. The only issue is that she's afraid to actually bond with the baby.

"Конечно, я готов. Я не могу дождаться маленького детеныша, чтобы добраться сюда." I'm being honest too. Did any of us think it was going to happen this way, no. Does that take away from the excitement of welcoming a new blessing into the family and into the Pack? That's also a no.

She smiles despite herself and opens her mouth to say something when there is a knock on the door.

"Hello. My name is Olivia Martinez. I'm going to be the one preforming your ultrasound today." We do a quick introduction and in no time Nadia has the gel on her bump.

"Alrighty, let's see what we can- there we go." I look in amazement where she pointed out to us all the features the baby was beginning to develop.

"Right here we can see the beginnings of an ear, the head shape, and right around here would be where the feet and hands are going to be." I pry my eyes from the screen to take a look at Nadia. She doesn't do much more than take a few glances at the screen. I grab her hand and turns her head toward me.

"Посмотрите."

"Bea-"

"Пожалуйста, взгляните. Я знаю, что это трудно, и я знаю, что вы боитесь, но я также знаю, что вы хотите любить этого ребенка. Поэтому, пожалуйста, взгляни." Right before my eyes it hits her and she realizes what she needs to do. Tightening her hold on my hand for support she looks at her child and just like I figured she would, began to cry. The same look of amazement I had multiplies by 100 came across her face and tears of happiness began to fall from her eyes.

"And there's the crybaby I know and love." I quickly block the smack she tries to send at me and we laugh together as we look at the newest member of our family.

Tobias' POV

Natalie gasps when she sees the ultrasound picture.

"Oh how precious. She looks perfect already."

"She Mom? And if it's a boy?" Tris teases her mother.

"With how much girls run in this family? Of course we'll love him if he's a boy, but it's just more likely that it's going to be a girl. Besides, I can tell these things."

"Didn't you say that all of your pregnancies before me were girls too?"

Natalie gives her a fake glare while the rest of us laugh, but she's soon laughing along with us. I lean forward and wrap my arms around Tris sitting infront of me. I'm glad they are talking more with each other again. She told me things had been a little uneasy with them because of her dad, but they seem to be slowly letting it go as time goes by.

After spending some more time with them Tris and I got back in the car, and took a drive out the place I shared with Shauna, Zeke, and little Lexa.

"Finally," She says as she lays herself on the couch. "We finally get the first real moment of peace we've had since this damn case began. We have a lead and we're not three steps behind this person for once." I come around the other side of the couch and lay down next to her.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." I turn on the TV and wrap an arm around her. It's not just this breakthrough giving me peace, it's this beautiful woman here with me. The more time I spend with her the more I get to experience what I figured was just never in the cards for me. Real, genuine love and happiness.

I don't realize I've just been looking at her until she rolls over to face me with a smile on her face.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

I look into her eyes and answer her honestly. "You."

She immediately rolls her eyes but isn't able to hide the blush on her face. It still amazes me that I'm able to do that to her, that anyone could do that to her. From the moment I met her she's displayed nothing but confidence and a take charge attitude. The fact that I get to see this side of her fills me with pride.

I lean forward and kiss her. She kisses me back without hesitation and brings a hand up to the back of my neck. Forgetting completely about whatever we were watching just a minute ago, I turn us so she's untop of me and deepen the kiss. We eventually break apart -damn the need for oxygen- and lay there in a comfortable silence. Tris has her head on my chest and her hand traces the part of my tattoo creeps up the back of my neck.

"Can I ask you something?" She says.

"Sure."

"What's your tattoo? It's been in the back of my mind ever since I found out you had one." The hand that was rubbing her back stops for a second before continuing. It should be a simple question, really it should. The problem is I don't want to just tell her, I want to show her. But that would also mean her seeing the scars that he left behind. I was hoping to tell her about them later on, not wanting to scare her away. But the more I think about it the less afraid I am. Tris has been nothing understanding, open, and non-judgmental toward me the entire time that I've known her. I trust her.

When I've been silent for too long she tries to take back her question.

"It's ok if you can't answer me right. If there is something to it then-"

"No," I interrupt her. "No, it's OK. I want you to see it." I slowly nudge her so she knows to stand and get up facing away from her.

"Ready?" I ask, to her or myself I'm not sure.

"Mmhm," She responds with a nod.

"Alright, here it goes." Braceing myself, I grab the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head. A small intake of air is all I hear, then silence. She moves closer to me and just looks. I get nervous when she doesn't say anything and I begin to doubt my decision.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. It was too soon. You should've known it was-

Then suddenly a hand traces the symbols running down my spine and every bit of doubt and worry leaves me.

"It's amazing, what are they?" I let out a smile at the amazment in her voice.

"I don't really know where they come from. My mom use to have this painting that she hung in my room. Her grandmother had made it, passed it on to my grandfather, he gave it to my mother, and then she gave it to me. It had these symbols running down the center. She said that the one with the fire meant bravery, the eye stood for knowledge and wisdom, the joined hands meant selflessness, the tree was for peace and kindness, and the scales were for truth and justice. It was the code she tried to live by every day and the one I tried to live by with her. There was a fire and I wasn't able to save the painting. So in honor of her memory and of the family I wasn't able to meet I got this tattoo." As I spoke her hand moved down until it reached the last symbol and then eventual moved to the side where I knew one of the lash marks were. With a new found confidence I answered her unspoken question.

"That," I said, "would be because of my other parent. I use the term parent lightly. He was everything my mom wasn't, cold, a coward, an abuser, and a killer. He's the reason I lost my mother, lost the painting that night, and why I will forever be covered with reminders of everything he's done to me."

I don't realize the tears were running down my face until Tris grabs me and pulls me into the fiercest hug she's ever given me.

Tris' POV

We spend hours just talking about any and everything. The conversation ranges from what the weather is going to be like tomorrow to my relationship with my dad. I have never wanted to tell him my entire truth as much as I did in that moment. He trusts me and believes in me. Why can't I do the same with him?

However I have a new hope. I recognized those symbols the second I layed my eyes on them. They were created in the early days of magic, when Adept was being established. They were representations for what we as Gifted should strive for with the responsibility on our shoulders. Dauntless, the name for the symbol of bravery, was the inspiration for the name of our investigation business. Maybe if I could find out his family's connection to them I could show him that we were real and that we were good.

A little bit after everyone got home he took me to my place where I found a surprize waiting for me outfront.

"Cassie?"

Lo and behold, infront of me stood an axious Cassidy Simon who looked completely and utterly torn between pounding on Lyn's door and running away.

"Oh hey Tris. What are you doing here."

"I live here," I remind her with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh right! Y-yeah, you sure do." She cringes at the sound of her words and deflates.

"Yeah well, I guess I'll see you around." She goes to leave and before she can make it too far I grab her arm.

"Hey, what was that-"

"Why don't you just talk to her? Between her moping and you doing this, it's all getting ridiculous." I let go of her and she goes to sit on the trunk of her car.

"I know! I want to go back to the way things were with her. I just don't know if Lyn wants the same."

What?!

"Wait, you actually think that Lyn doesn't want to get back with you? Cassie, I can't tell you how many times I've had to her willingly go through hurt and heartbreak just so she'd be able to put you first. She loves you."

Cassie sighs, trying to hold back tears.

"I know she feels it. But she wont let herself do anythin about it."

I give her a reasurring smile and take a seat next to her.

"Then do what you do best. Be the light that makes Lyn want to do better. Show her that you deserve each other."

I'm back! Jesus I can't tell you guys how horrible I feel about not updating for as long as I did. There was just so much happening and getting in the way. But the important thing is that I'm back and I'm go to get better at this, that is my promise.

Until next time.