I don't think I've done this before, but I do not own divergent, any of the characters other than my own and any restaurants, songs, and/or books that are used in this book. Enjoy!

Chapter 13

Facing the wrath of Peter was harder than getting yelled at in a foreign language by my mother, or upsetting Tobias. No, this was worse. He didn't yell, he didn't shout, he simply gave me tons of work, promising that if I didn't document each purchase by the end of my shift that I would be done with my job. I actually love this job, despite my boss, I enjoy spending time with Maya and working until my fingers are numb with the thought of having a sense of independence and bringing some income to my household, which would usually be with me. I know that Tobias doesn't need my help in the finical department but it still feels good to know that I have my own money that I earned myself.

Tobias.

I have to get used to the fact that Tobias is mine and no one else's― not Nita, not Christina's, not Marlene's, not Ana, and especially not Victoria's. My family absolutely loves Tobias and when I tell them what we are now, they are going to go crazy. I want to plan a big dinner at my face with just my family and let them know that Tobias and I are in a serious relationship. I know it's not going to be too much, because my dad even loves him, just not when he breaks my heart.

Planning was made throughout this whole week for the baby shower, now all I have to do is purchase my gift for my pregnant bestfriend and start decorating the place which will take place in three days. In the mean time, I have a date with Tobias tonight and he's told me that he's taking me to a fancy restaurant just for the two of us. Tobias understands that I am not really a girl who demands to be taken out every weekend to a upscale restaurant, just order a box of pizza and lets watch a good movie―but Tobias insists that our first date be more memorable, not that the other option wouldn't be, but he claims he wants to spoil me. The pro of not having our friends know about our relationship is that I don't have to worry about Christina picking and prodding at my brain with so many words. We've been friends long enough for her to know her boundaries and when I tell her no, I don't want to her to dress me, she backs off.

Wearing a black skirt that was just past my knees, with a matching crop top shirt with no sleeves and my shoulders were out. Which meant my tattoos on my collard bones were showing and the sleeve from my elbow to my wrist. It wasn't too loud and blended in well with the dark colors. My outfit was set for the night and I was walking to the sound of knocking at the front door. I swung open the door, my wavy hair swinging over my shoulder, framing my face that was painted to perfection with makeup. I had on a bit of winged eyeliner, eyelashes touching just below my eyebrows when looking up from mascara, and nude coating my lips in a matte look. A diamond chocker was around my neck and matching earrings and a diamond watch, it took years to have all of this, and with gifts flying in, I finally had a set that I can call my own. I felt sexy and when I saw my stunning boyfriend who I was just wanting to kill months ago, I felt even more empowered knowing we will look great together tonight. He had on a pair of black slacks with a matching button-up and a nice blazer and shoes. His curly hair was on top of his head just wanting to be pulled, his tattoos peaking from various places, and he was cleanly shaven, although I love him with a beard as well. His cologne slapped me in the face as he leaned down to press a delicate kiss to my lips, "You look stunning, babygirl."

I swear my knees almost gave out at his deep and rich voice, I confirmed the shocking feelings by the feel of my underwear. He doesn't understand what he can do to me just by talking, but sensing by the way he is giving me a boyish grin, he knows what's up. I smile at him, getting my emotions under control, "You clean up well, as well." I pressed a kiss to his lips and he grabs my hand and starts to guide me to the elevator after I shut and lock my door with my clutch in hand, "Any restaurant in particular you want to share with me?" I question once we are in the enclosed box, talking so that Tobias doesn't really focus on the movement of the elevator, understanding his fear of confinement. There is no doubt that he took the steps to get to my floor.

"Well, hopefully a restaurant you have never been to. I tried to start a conversation with the guys on 'debating' them with good restaurants in Chicago." I look at him with furrowed eyebrows as we leave the elevator and out the door, to his rental car that is here. I can tell that he put a lot of money into it and it's one of the newest cars, an all white Audi A3, of course the ones that I saw on commercials, "I wanted to see if they knew any places and if they did I wasn't taking you there because knowing our luck, they would just be going there and I'm not ready to be interrogated. I just want to spend time with you."

I smile, "You now I find it kind of weird that I was just hating your guts less than a week ago." I admit as Tobias drives off into the night. His hand sits on my knee proudly, tracing my smooth skin while The Weeknd plays in the background, "Are you positive that Victoria is out of your life?" I question for like the tenth time.

"Yes, Beatrice." Shivers run up and down my body, goosebumps appearing on my body. Tobias only uses my real name when he is trying to get a point across or if he's pissed, "I promise. You don't have to worry about her." He keeps it simple, pulling my hand up to his lips, pressing them against my knuckles. I visibly relax, but a part of me still worries that Victoria can slither her snake like self into his life and ruin everything I thought I had. He doesn't say anything else about Victoria and neither do I.

We go downtown, his hidden navigator giving him directions and as long as I lived in Chicago, I don't know where the hell we're going. He even makes sure that he turns up the music when it tells him the destination. We arrive to lively downtown and he parks the car on the side of the road, putting three hours worth of money in the meter. Tobias grabs my hand, wrapping his arms around my jacket covered arms and kisses my cheek before he leads me to a tall building that reads. 'Toula'. We walk in and take the elevator to the highest point with a receptionist that met us at the front. My breath hitches in my throat as I look around. The walls are a romantic, velvet red and the floors are shiny marble. There are mostly couples sitting at the table, indulging in food that looks absolutely delicious and I haven't noticed how hungry I am until now. There are large glass windows in the back showing the beautiful glow of the city and the lights, our table is right by the window and I'm sure Tobias is mentally throwing a fit at how far up we are.

Once we are seated I give Tobias a daring look, "What is wrong with you?" I whisper shout, my jacket on the back of my chair as I glare at him. I hate when he sacrifices his fears for me, "Tobias, this isn't some book where you can just sit here the whole night without wanting to throw up. We can move our chairs. I hate when you put yourself first, you are human." I scold.

Tobias lets out a deep chuckle, his eyes turning a darker shade of blue, much like when he first saw me open the door, "Tris, I am going to be fine. I'm just not going to look down," He stares at me for a while while my hands are folded in my lap, the black table cloth over the table skimming my bare legs, "It's enlightening to see you get pissed off. . . " He trails off, starting to brew a fire deep in my belly by just him looking at me. Its been months of sexual tension and to finally have him at my reach is kind of surreal, "But, I know you like heights and I am not going to be the buzz kill of everything because of my past." He shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm still kind of mad at you." A small smile plays at my lips as I feel Tobias' eyes all over me, focusing on the ink on my collard bones.

Tobias takes notice of a waiter walking towards our table with a pen and paper in her hand, "Don't hold back," Tobias narrows his eyes at me, "Order anything you want."

The waiter comes to the table just as the last word slips from Tobias' lips and she gives us a warm smile. My boyfriend―I still have to get used to saying that―orders the drinks, much better with wine and champagne than I am. He orders Moet & Chandon Brut Imperial champagne and I don't even bother looking at the cost on the page, knowing that I will be pissed with him if he's spending such a large amount of money. Money isn't anything to me, my mother taught me that at a young age. Sharing stories with me from when she lived in Venezuela and things were rough for abúela and her, along with her brothers and sisters. So, I never was a materialistic person, and Tobias insist on showering me with gifts and making sure that I am treated well. It can get out of hand, but I understand that he just wants the best for me. It seems like we've been dating for years because he's always been like this towards me. So, it saves the awkwardness when Tobias does the expected things.

Along with that Tobias and I want to try the baked crab cakes with roasted red pepper sauce. We have small talk at the table while we wait for our food, and through eating our appetizers, we order our food. I get the Pecan, Bread Crumb and Honey Mustard Crusted Australian Lamb Rack with Scallion Mint Pesto, and Mashed Potatoes and Seasonal Vegetables on the side. Tobias gets the Grilled Striploin, with Arugula Salad, Sliced Tomato, Parmigiano Reggiano, and Roast Potatos, with Sauce Madagascar. Everything sounded so delicious I can't wait for the food to get to the table.

"So," I start, my elbows on the table and my head placed on top of my folded hands, "When do you have to go back to Russia?" Sadness seeps through the pores of my body, unable to contain my feelings are him anymore.

He shrugs his shoulders, "Still the same―for as long as I want or until the baby is born." Different emotions from the last time settles into my mind. Last time, I nearly choked on my drink and I wanted him to leave as soon as the baby shower is over. Now, I want him to stay in town and be around him because he makes me feel safe. Not only that, I have different emotions towards him and now I want to live out life with me liking him instead, "We have a lot to talk about with our relationship and how we are going to live. But, that's for a different time on a different day." Anxiety hits me full-throttle. Will he want me to move across the waters? What will happen to my job? What will happen with the relationship of my friends and family? Will he feel some type of way if I ask him to move to the states? Am I ruining his life? He nudges his muscular leg on mine and gives me a reassuring smile that makes all of my nerves fly out of the window. Now that Tobias is mine and I pay more attention to what he does, he really does know how to make me feel better.

I couldn't be more grateful for him.

I am light on my feet as I step out of the elevator with Tobias hot on my heels. The champagne set a lighter mood and when the food came around, we both let the worry of our relationship fly out of the window. Now, Tobias insisted on walking me up to my room. Of course I am hoping for more because he was such a tease while we were eating the tiramisu, brushing his leg against mines, muttering words under his breath. But, two can play that game, I made sure I did the same, placing my foot in his lap and moving it around, licking the spoon clean from the cream, making sure that some was in the corner of my mouth.

I give Tobias my key to open the door and as soon as it is open, I kick my shoes into my basket, promising to get them later and I see Tobias standing in the doorway, looking at me. I roll my eyes at him and place my hands on my hips, "You can come in you know."

"You're so short." He laughs, leaning down to kiss my lips. I kiss him back, tugging on his lip harder than normal almost like me cursing him out for him calling me short. When our height becomes an issue, Tobias cups his hands under my butt and lifts me until I am face level with him. I wrap my legs around his waist and Tobias shuts the door, walking towards my bedroom, "But I'm sure you already knew that. . . you must be tired." He teases, placing me down on the bed.

I'm sure both of us have intentions of having sex, but right now after all that food I ate, I can barely stand on my own two feet. I use most of my strength to flip us over and I rest my head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat beating against my head like a caged animal. We just lay there for a little bit and don't worry about anything but the two of us, "Tris?" I hum at the deep rumble of Tobias' voice while my eyes start to slowly drift closed, "Will you go back to Russia with me to get my things?"

I raise my eyebrows, placing my head on my folded hands that lie on his chest. Leave the states to go get his stuff? I furrow my eyebrows at him, "Why do we need to get your stuff?

"Lets be real, Tris." He starts, "You have everything in the states; family, a roof over your head, reputation, and most importantly a job. I am willing to move here, if you don't mind because I don't know about you but I don't like long distance relationships because they never work out. And, I lost you for too long and I am not trying to lose you again."

Excitement courses through my whole body. I can't hide the excitement in my facial expression, and by the wide smile stretching on my face Tobias knows my answer, "Of course! I would love for you to move here." I wrap my arms around his neck when he sits up, my legs on either side of his long body while I press my lips to his, his jaw in between my fingers as I hold him in place to kiss the living hell out of him. I would have never guessed that I would have just gave into my temptations and stopped the 'I don't want him' façade and actually listened to my heart and it wanted him.

"I was thinking that we leave for the weekend, maybe after you get off work that Friday and we go and spend some time for the weekend there before I bring you back." I nod my head rapidly at him. I would love to get out of the U.S and actually enjoy my time in Russia before that may be my last time there, "Now, of course I would want to visit there some time and we can even stay in Australia for some summer vacations and things like that."

Worry overcomes all of my thoughts, "Tobias, this is a big step for you. You. . . you're just suddenly moving here to Chicago. That's a lot of stuff to move, so many people to tell. You have a job and I don't want to be the reason that you aren't comfortable."

Tobias sits up and grasps my face in his large hands, kissing me briefly on the lips with a smile on his face, "If I didn't think I couldn't handle coming here so abruptly, I wouldn't have. But, when I saw all of you, my friends, get on that plane something inside me snapped more than after graduation. I really can't live without all of you, I don't talk to many people back in Russia, and I am to myself. I want a change, and I know that change consists of me moving closer to my family," A grin seems to burn itself into my face, permanently, "I want to get further away from my parents and all of my memories back there. I have people who can watch horses, and my helpers around the house get a break and they have enough money for at least 3 vacations if they want. The house I'm sure will be kept in good shape, all I have to do is get some of my stuff and I can rebuild here. Just like my other homes in Australia, and some other places. I'm pretty sure I can find a reasonable place around her-"

"-Are you kidding me?! You're moving in with me," I come down from my high and my cheeks flood with heat as Tobias stares at me, no emotion on his face, "Unless you want to, I don't want to force you-" He cuts me off with a kiss.

"I would love to move in with you."

And that's how our night ends, both of us tangled under the sheets, no worries of tomorrow or days after, only the now.

No, that isn't the end of the story. But, life has been so hectic lately, like more than usual and I don't want to talk about it. Anyways, please bear with me and hopefully I may be able to slide in some slow updates. Depending on how long they are. Also, don't worry, I am going to update Brooklyn soon so be looking out for that update! Peace!