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It was Wednesday.

Friday was so close that I was beginning to panic.

Sure, everything was planned, but how could I not be nervous? If I messed up, I could lose Tris forever.

She was acting more normal, though. In general, she was just less suspicious. She'd gotten over whatever kind of cold she'd been suffering from. I was glad; she looked ten times healthier now.

That still didn't stop me from worrying.

But for now, we had initiates to train.

"Listen up!" I yelled. "This is your last week of stage one. On Saturday, you'll be given your ranks which reflect your progress here in Dauntless. Today, however, you'll be training more intensely than you have since you got here."

Tris nodded. "First up, we're going on a three mile run. Then, you have fifty burpees to do, sixty squats, forty pushups, and ten 60 second planks. You'll repeat these five times with five minute breaks in between. Remember, you're working to become Dauntless. You chose us, and now you have work to do. Get to it!"

We watched as the fourteen began their three mile run.

It took an hour for them to finish.

Then, it was on to the workout, which got several groans.

A couple of them had dropped out by the end of the day. But then again, that was the point of the exercise—to filter out the worthy from the unworthy.

We were now down to ten initiates; Luella, Lee, Caspian, Anders, Cordelia, Amory, Wanda, Franny, Cleopatra, and Parris.

That night, we gave the ten the night off. They'd worked hard enough today.

So Tris and I went for a walk.

We ended up by the chasm, leaning against the rickety railing. We definitely needed to replace it with something sturdier. She was being oddly quiet.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, taking her hand.

She smiled. "Yeah! Everything's great.. the initiates are doing great, Dauntless is in better shape than ever—"

"Tris," I interrupted. "Are you okay?"

The smile fell. "I—Yeah. I'm great."

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"I know, Tobias."

"The initiates are doing good, aren't they? We need to rank them soon."

"Why don't we do it tomorrow night?"

"Uhm," I frowned. "I was going to take you on a date tomorrow night."

Her face lit up. "A date?"

I pulled her into my arms, so close that her face was an inch away from mine. Her eyes were on my lips. She snaked her hand up to my neck, massaging the very bottom of it where my hair met my tattoo.

"A real date," I confirmed. "With a romantic picnic, lots of food.."

And we both leaned in, lips touching softly.

Within seconds, it got much more passionate, with us grabbing at the other's clothes. It felt like she could possibly be bruising my lips at this point. However, it was one of the best kisses we'd ever shared.

"Oh my God," Anders said.

Anders? Oh God.

I pulled away from Tris and looked to the right.

Sure enough, our initiates were standing there, having just watched us make out. Most of the girls appeared to be fuming, while the boys were smirking. Tris blushed red, looking away.

"We weren't supposed to see that, right?" Cordelia guessed.

"Go away."

They did obey, but not without the biggest grins on their faces. Tris groaned and buried her face in my chest, hugging me tightly to her. I was shaking with laughter. There was something hilarious about this situation.

"Stop laughing," she muttered.

"No way."

She shyly looked up at me, eyes glistening from under her dark eyelashes. "Were you joking about the date?"

"Nope. Christina is going to be coming over at four to get you ready, and then you're mine for the rest of the night." I smiled.

"You seem nervous,"

"Am not."

"Are too."

Tris was wrong; I was terrified.

I was pacing back and forth. It was Friday now, and training started in two hours, meaning it was three in the morning. Christina and Uriah—who had found out from Zeke, were trying to calm me down.

My stomach was turning and my heart was racing. Why was I nervous? I was proposing to the love of my life tonight.

"I have never seen him like this," Uriah said.

Christina snorted. "At least we know he has emotions."

"Very funny," I muttered. "Hilarious, really."

"At least come sit down. You're going to worry yourself to death, and then you won't be able to propose."

Uriah shrugged. "It's gonna be fine, Four."

"Yep. She actually wants to marry you." Christina said.

I frowned. "You asked?"

"Discreetly."

"Am I really worrying for no reason?"

Uriah laughed. "Well, this is a make or break moment, so I say no. But it'll be okay. She's obviously in love with you, and you with her."

I sat down as requested.

With little enthusiasm, I threw a knife at the board and it hit the bullseye. I threw five more in a row and they all hit in different places, but on the target. I let my mind wander as I threw five more.

What if Tris did say no tonight? Would she still be willing to stay with me? I was somewhat worried that she'd run off and leave me in the sunset, alone for life. I wouldn't be able to find anyone else I loved as much as I loved her. That was a definite fact I'd known from the start. Tris was my soulmate—if they even existed.

But what if she said yes?

And how would I even do it? Right now, I didn't have some spectacular speech prepared. Maybe just being honest would get me somewhere. And if it didn't, then.. I didn't know what I'd do.

"Four?" Christina asked.

I realized that I was staring off in the distance, more focused on the wall than the ongoing conversation. Her and Uriah were sitting next to me on the wooden table now.

"You really are nervous, aren't you?" Uriah frowned.

"Terrified," I admitted, swinging my feet. "I don't know if she wants to get married. She's not even eighteen. Abnegation is very judgemental about early marriages."

"Tris is Dauntless now. She shouldn't care."

I looked at him. "You don't forget your old values like that, Uriah."

"He's right," Christina said. "I'm Dauntless but I still find myself confessing all of my secrets."

Uriah nodded, like he was thinking our words over. He'd never had to go through that change. He was Dauntless-born and had picked Dauntless. There were times when I was jealous of him and Zeke, but then I remembered that I wouldn't be who I was now without my past.

"You've never told us what faction you transferred from," Christina said. "Not that you need to—"

"I was an Abnegation transfer,"

She tried to hide her shock but failed. I laughed quietly. No one ever expected that answer. I'd done my part well; I was unrecognizable.

"You'd never expect it, would you?" Uriah grinned. "He was a weakling when he first got here."

I rolled my eyes. "All Abnegation are. They reject vanity completely."

"You really fit in at Dauntless." Christina said. "Does Tris know?"

"She knows everything about me."

I flipped a knife over in my hand and threw it at the board, hitting it with a thud. Out of pure boredom, I got up and retrieved the eleven knives in the board. I laid them back out on the table.

"So," Christina said. "Why'd you transfer?"

"I wanted a better life." I said. I wasn't lying. "Abnegation was like a cage to me. I was living a life not meant for me."

"Why don't you tell anyone your name?"

"I want to leave my old life behind. Dauntless was a fresh start, and I took it."

"Your parents?"

"I don't speak to them anymore."

"Do you have siblings?"

"No."

I couldn't believe I was talking about my own life. Especially to Christina, but then again, I trusted her. It was typically hard for me to trust anyone from Candor.

"Thanks." Christina said. "For telling me something about you. It makes you seem more human."

"Don't get too excited, Chris." Uriah smirked. "He won't tell us anything again if we aren't careful."

Training went well.

But that was really the least of my worries.

Tris was upstairs getting ready for our date with Christina. I'd pulled on a nicer outfit than usual, and Zeke was helping me stay calm.

I had chosen to wear a suit. It was mostly black, except for the white button down underneath my suit jacket. I looked.. handsome, I guess. I'd never really seen myself that way until now.

"Got the ring?" he whispered.

I nodded and double-checked my pocket. "It's there."

"You're gonna do great, Four."

"I hope so."

"Have some more confidence! Get the girl, dude."

I laughed at his giddiness.

Behind us, I heard the sound of shoes on the stairs. I turned around and was taken aback by the beautiful woman in front of me.

"Is it that bad?" Tris frowned.

Both Zeke and I shook our heads.

Tris was wearing a deep red dress. It was a little modest, but just as beautiful as her. It flowed down to her feet, on which she had her combat boots. I smiled; of course she wouldn't wear heels. Her hair was down and loosely curled with the lightest coat of makeup on her face.

"You clean up well, Trissy-poo," Zeke teased. "Four is a lucky man."

"I second that," I said.

Christina and Zeke waved as they shut the door behind them, leaving us alone.

I approached her slowly, taking in the sight of her. She blushed as I kept staring. It hit me that she was self-conscious.

"You look beautiful," I said. "Ready?"

"Yep. You look pretty good yourself, Tobias."

I pulled the car to a stop.

"Are we here yet?" Tris huffed, leaning her head back. "Babe?"

"We're here. Wait one minute."

I ran around to the back of the truck and got everything into place. When I was done, I climbed back into the truck.

"Can I take this off?" she called.

"Yep."

She ripped off the blindfold and looked around, recognition crossing her features. In front of us was the water belonging to the Navy Pier. Behind us was the ferris wheel, but I'll get to that in a second.

"Come on," I said, opening my door. "Follow me."

I closed my door behind me and heard hers shut too.

We went around to the back of the truck.

In the truck bed, I'd laid down several blankets for comfort, and then I had decorated the truck's back window with fairy lights. I'd also brought pillows, a laptop to watch movies on, and a bottle of wine with two wine glasses.

Tris turned to me, mouth wide open.

Before she said anything, she jumped into the truck bed, cozying up in the corner. I climbed in beside her and we got our plates of food together.

"This.. wow," she gaped.

"You like it?"

"It's.. I love it. So, so much."

Our view was the ferris wheel, behind it the glowing sunset. She laughed when she pulled a slice of Dauntless cake out of the bag.

"Uriah insisted," I explained.

She froze. "Uriah knew?"

"Everyone did. Christina obviously helped the most."

"Of course."

We went on to pour ourselves a glass of wine, clinking our glasses together. When we both finished our drinks, I led her out of the truck bed, double-checking my pocket.

Now, we were standing about ten feet from the truck.

"What—"

"Tris," I said, kneeling in front of her on one knee. "I have a question."

She was sobbing now, hands laced in front of her face. I took her hand as I opened the ring box. Her eyes were now on the glittering ring in the box. Slowly, they drifted back up to my face, tears still pouring rapidly.

"I love you, Beatrice Prior. And over the past year, that love has only grown stronger. I love you and I always will. I want a life with you, Tris. Will you marry me?"

"Yes,"

I laughed, a tear of my own rolling down my face. With a shaky hand, I slipped the ring onto her left hand.

She collapsed to her knees too, falling into my arms. I hugged her tightly, kissing her head. I could feel her shaking and could hear her crying. The emotions crashing through me right now were so great I couldn't put a finger on any of them.

"I love you," she rasped.

"I love you more."

Tris took a few minutes to calm herself but then climbed out of my arms, kneeling in front of me on her knees. She took one of my hands and placed it on her stomach.

"Tobias.." she paused. "I'm.. I'm pregnant."