TOBIAS

She said yes. That is all I can think about, even as we're making our way back down to the ground. I do not even think about how the height had scared me. With Tris, I almost forget about my fears, I am able to focus on her…the one bright thing in my life of past mistakes. After we get down and I stop the wheel, I take her hand and we walk with her head resting against my shoulder. In the world we live in, happiness is a rare thing. But I am glad to have found it with her. I don't believe that I would have found it…not the way that it is between the two of us. We walk around the empty streets of this small town in silence and I can't imagine a better night.

"So…"

Tris' voice breaks the silence and I do not care. I lift my head off of hers so that I can look down at her.

"We're going to get married," she says.

I grin. "Yeah, we are."

"You don't think that I'm too young?"

I shake my head at her question because even though I am two years older than her, I have rarely even though about her age. It doesn't matter to me, because she's the one that I want. "No, no I don't," I say.

"I don't know of anyone who was married at sixteen," she tells me. "Do you think there's a reason for that?"

"Yeah," I say. "Because they're not us."

She rolls her eyes at me. "I'm serious."

"So am I," I tell her. "We're not typical teenagers, Tris. Anyone can tell you that. We don't have to do things the way people think we should. I love you, and I know that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you…whether you like it or not," I say with a grin and she laughs. "And if people have a problem with that…they can just keep it to themselves."

She smiles. "You are crazy."

I shake my head. "Nah," I say. "I just know what I want."

She stops and looks up at me. I keep my hand in hers and I look down at her, staring into those beautiful eyes of hers. "You really love me, don't you?" she asks, her voice no more than a whisper.

I stare at her, confusion spreading across my features, because I do not understand her question. "What kind of a question is that?" I ask, reaching a hand up and resting it on her cheek. I step in so that our bodies are closer together.

"I know, I'm sorry," she says, closing her eyes and resting against my hand. I feel her warmth radiate through me and I smile down at her. "I don't know why I keep asking you stupid things like that," she says. I lean down and let my lips press against hers. Her lips are soft against my own and I don't want to pull away; don't want to ruin the moment. When I finally do, though, and open my eyes, she is looking up at me. "I love you so much," she says.

I smile and kiss her forehead. "I know," I tell her before I tug on her hand and we keep walking.

"You know this means I'm going to have to find you a ring now, right?" she asks looking up at me. "And I have no idea where to even start looking."

I chuckle. "I got yours from the tattoo parlor, actually," I tell her. She nods and looks down at it. "Smart…practical…and easy. I think I might have to do the same thing."

"Sounds good to me." I tell her. I don't want something extravagant. Hell, I don't need it. I could even go without the ring, but the ring is a symbol…something to show other people that I am not available to them. Even though they already know that. Anyone who knows the two of us…I don't think anyone will really be surprised. I wonder if anyone will have the same reaction that Evelyn did though. I still can't believe the way she acted…I understand that she hates Tris…no, scratch that. I don't even understand that. Sure, she made questionable choices…but she did what she thought was right at the time. Who can say that haven't done that before? I certainly can't. The thing that really irks me about the entire thing with my mother is that she chose me. She picked me over ruling the city and releasing the death serum to those she thought were not agreeing with the decisions she had made. And now? It was like that night never even mattered. It was like it never even happened. If she had picked me, over them, why couldn't she support me on this one thing that I wanted to do with my life?

"What are you thinking about?" I hear Tris' voice breaking through my thoughts and I turn to look at her, offering her a smile.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she says, yanking her hand free from mine and beginning to massage it. "You were squeezing my hand pretty hard just now. Is everything okay?"

I hesitate before speaking, and I know that she notices, because of the way her eyebrows come together on her head. No lies…no secrets. Even if the truth would ruin the moment, I know I have to tell her about my visit with my mother. "I saw Evelyn today."

She stops and shakes her head at me, her eyes wide. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah…I went to go see her to talk about you, actually."

"Me?" she sounds curious now…and I would have been if the roles were reversed. "Uh…okay. What did you guys talk about exactly?"

"I told her that I was going to ask you to marry me…and I went to talk to her to…I don't know, get her support or something, but she didn't take the news well."

"Well, what did she say?"

"She told me that I could do better."

Tris clenches her jaw and I see the fire of annoyance behind her eyes. I smirk. "And I told her that she shouldn't try to mess with my love life just because hers failed."

The annoyance leaves her face and she stares at me, wide eyed and surprised. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," I say. "She wanted to play the role of mother with me, but she obviously forgot how it goes."

She shakes her head at me. "You are crazy," she says with a laugh.

I grin. "Like you didn't know."