Hello, I'm back again. Sorry for the wait but lessons have started once again and it means study, homework, projects and so on… I'm sure you can understand. Without further ado here it is chapter 34, hope you'll like it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Divergent Trilogy

APOLOGY: I'm sorry it took me so long to update but school has started and we have so many things to do, it's crazy. Nanowrimo is also starting in a month so everything is so busy and complicated! I'm sorry, I'll do my best to update sooner next time

WARNING: not edited at all, sorry

TOBIAS' POV

After a well deserved night sleep I wake up with Tris asleep in my arms, her hair all over my chest, her head on my left shoulder, her legs tangled with mine, a soft fluffy blanket covering us both and protecting us from the chilly temperature, the big living room where we've slept heated up just by the fire we started last night and is still crackling in the fireplace. Just opening my eyes I can tell it's early in the morning but not too early to get up, sometime around 7 or 7.30 I'd say and I would happily get up but Tris is completely lying on me and I don't want to wake her up, she looks so peaceful and relaxed plus I can totally handle preparing breakfast even if she doesn't help me. Some coffee and pancakes will be enough, we bought all the necessary yesterday morning when we stopped by a small market on our way here so I shouldn't have any problem.

I decide to take some more time to admire the gorgeous creature in my arms, the perfect curve of her rosy lips, the gold colour of her hair, her long eyelashes that drive my crazy when she bats her eyes, her small frame that matches perfectly with mine, her socks-covered feet that appear from under the blanket; absent-mindedly I start playing with her hair running my hand through it and swirling it around my fingers, careful not to wake her up until my neck starts aching because of the not so comfortable position and I finally get myself to get up, lifting Tris lightly before putting her back down on the couch and covering her up better.

Like some bloodhounds with an excellent sense of smell, as soon as the aroma of coffee starts to spread the others starts to wake up and join me in the kitchen, first Will followed shortly after by Zeke and Shauna, then Marlene and Tris - who feels bad for not helping me and scowl at me for not waking her up - followed by the other and then eventually Chris, the sleepy beauty in her pink pajamas with matching socks and slippers, appears yawning dramatically from the top of the stairs making us all laugh hard at her over-dramatic performance. Sleepy but excited for the fun to arrive we have breakfast together before we get ready and dressed in our warmest clothes since it seems really really cold outside and we also happily notice it has snowed during the night and it means our snowball fight will be even more fun. It may be a childish idea for us since we're all in our late twenties but no one seems to care and I'm sure it will be memorable.

To cut a long story short in a matter of minutes we're all ready - yeah even Chris who nevertheless doesn't give up her girly attitude and puts on some makeup - and we're immediately outside discussing the rules of the fights, the teams and that stuff before we actually start playing and attacking one another. It's total chaos: squeals here and there, snowballs hitting and falling here and there, shouts and curses, laughters,... We play for hours and hours until we're literally shivering, covered in snow and exhausted, our cheeks flushed because of the freezing temperature, purple lips, messed up hair and shining eyes, happiness and fun written all over our faces.

"Friends that was epic" Mar squeals when we all eventually stop throwing snowballs and building snowmen, her statement welcomed by nods and smiles.

"I agree but it's time to get our asses in and cook something, I'm starving and freezing" Chris says and we all roll our eyes at her but, before she can head towards the front door, Tris stops her "Wait, we should take some pics. We must, who knows when we'll be able to do something like this again" and we all agree, even Chris despite her sigh.

Uriah rushes inside and comes back seconds later with his little baby - a wonderful and very expensive camera that he treats wie it was his child - and just like this we spend a good half an hour taking photos - all together, in pairs or small groups; silly and funny or serious - that one day we'll see leafing through our memory photo albums, maybe in ten, thirty or fifty years, photos that will always carry with them a lot of wonderful memories. An image of an old yet beautiful Tris with grey hair and some wrinkes that make her even more gorgeous, a little girl on her lap and a boy sat next to hear looking through our photo album in fifty years from now carries me away and I grow more and more convinced that I want this with her, I want to grow old with her, to start a family, to raise up our children and be good grandparents to our grandchildren. I can't wait for Christmas time to arrive, I can't wait to leave and visit her parents, meet her brother and have a word with her father. I can't wait.

Only then I realise I've been standing here in the snow for quite a long time, just thinking when everybody is cheering around me so I shake my head slightly to go back to reality and I look around finding my friends chatting and chuckling in small groups and Tris looking up at me with a curious expression and biting her lower lip, her eyes scrutinizing me probably trying to figure out what have gotten me.

I smile softly at her, vivid memories of my daydream still fluctuating in front of my eyes and blending with her real frame and inquisitive face; I just shrug not ready or willing to give away what I was thinking about: it's my dream, my own fantasy and I'd like it to stay this way now, not needing to scare her away or make her feel pressured or uncomfortable, I just hope we'll be able to make this dream of mine come true one day, but there's no rush and hopefully we'll take things step by step. Anyway her standing in front of me nibbling her lip is a sight that can't go unnoticed, it's like a magnetizing force that attracts me towards her as soon I find myself a few inches from her small precious body, on their own accord my hands find her messy hair full of little and freezed snow sparks, my thumbs caressing her flushed cheeks, my eyes meet hers andI get lost in them until Tris pull me down by the zip of my jacket until my lips connect with her own in a lovely long kiss that makes me forget everything and everyone, too lost in the wonderful sensation of her smooth rosy warm lips moving in sync with mine... well until we're not interrupted by our friends and in particular a 'click' symbolizing they've just taken a pic of us kissing. I pull slightly away but Tris doesn't seem to like it since she mumbles "Screw them" before meeting my lips once again, I can't help but smile and she does the same, letting me feel her content grin against my face. "I love you" it's nothing more than a suffocated whisper but I know she can hear it and that's enough. When we finally pull apart our friends are no longer staring at us and making funny silly faces in our direction like they were before... sometimes I think that we have such goofy friends...

As soon as we eventually sit down around the kitchen table we start eating so fastly and no-stop that the only sounds audible are some appreciation comments directed to Shauna, Lynn and Will who have cooked us lunch and the sound of forks and knives hitting one another or the ceramic plates we're eating in, we're all too starving and also quite exhausted to start a conversation and it becomes obvious when - while two or three of us offer to clean the table and wash plates, glasses and that stuff - Lynn, Shauna, Zeke and Will decide to take a nap in their bedrooms and they fall into a deep slumber in a matter of seconds, I can totally understand them... this morning has been intense. At some point Tris withdraws with Lola in the living room and I can see them on the couch talking intently.

In the afternoon it starts snowing again so we go back out to enjoy the snowfall but the temperature lowers and soon it becomes too cold so we spend the rest of the day chatting or playing sat on a big soft carpet in front of the fire, we have plenty of time to catch up and have a 'Never I Have' game as Zeke and Uriah suggest but we decide to take hot sauce shots instead of real ones because Shauna can't drink and no one wants to have an hangover tomorrow and deal with headache and pain, we're not really into the killer party mood, we're a little grown for the college trip kind of things most of the time but it doesn't mean we don't know how to have fun. The 'Never I Have' idea is immediately and approved, even by me while I'm not really often excited about this kind of things but I know my closest friends won't judge me or pressure, I'm quite a closed off person to strangers but with the majority of the people sat here with me I've shared important moments of my life and are really really indispensable to me so I know I can trust them and that they'll never use something I say during a game against me, true friendship is this.

We spend the evening and part of the night just like this: between hot sauce shots, laugher and interesting or embarrassing discoveries: Lynn has walked in on her parents and it's obviously been super embarrassing at the point Shauna is incredulous; Chris when she was a child loved matching blue with black and pink with orange or red and she used to love wearing sweatpants and hoodies, that Tris used to have a crush on her sixty-year-old college teacher who was 'so sweet and adorable' listening to her opinion but that Chris describes as old and the grandpa kind of teacher so she couldn't really get Tris' crush, we also find out Mar had a quite embarrassing experience when she was 20 and fell into the sea while texting and that Zeke forgot his and Shauna first anniversary as well as her birthday a couple of times… bitbit really the day and dates type, Uriah tells us at elementary school he wanted to become a classical music ballerino because he used to find tutus really stylish, I already knew this one but it makes us all laugh uncontrollably anyway, our laughter degenerate and we end up with tears in our eyes all too tired and exhausted to really stop, like we were drunk or something so we eventually decide to sleep at least for a few pur until we'll have to leave and go back to San Francisco to start a new busy week, the busiest and craziest one between project to complete, shopping to do, Christmas presets to buy, things to pack to go and visit Tris' parents… God I don't even want to think about the hell of a week that is waiting for us… Crazy crazy crazy! Let's enjoy these last few hours of happiness and relax!

How was it? Bad? Good? Are you exited for Christmas to arrive and for Tobias to meet Caleb and Tris' family? ALSO, DRAMA WILL COME IN TWO OR THREE CHAPTERS!! Any idea about what could happen?

Thank you for reading, comments and reviews are always much appreciated, thank you all!