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Well, today was the day.

Today was my wedding day.

Tris was upstairs getting ready, and I was buttoning my shirt. She'd picked out both of our clothing, just like she would have if we'd had an actual wedding. We weren't wearing anything nice. Just more formal than usual. It would be suspicious to anyone who knew of our engagement, which was almost the entire faction. Unfortunately for us, the news had spread like wildfire.

"I'm ready!" Tris called, coming down the stairs. "Well, don't you look handsome."

I laughed. "We both know you're just being nice."

"Whatever," she said. "Let's go."

We walked hand in hand down to the very secret place where we'd be getting married, using jackets to cover our odd attire.

Tris had picked to wear a modest black dress that reached her mid-thighs, and the usual combat boots and leather jacket. Her hair was in a braid, and she had just a little makeup on. I thought she was gorgeous.

I'd been told to wear a black button down shirt with jeans and matching boots. What I did with my hair didn't actually matter. It was almost too short to mess with.

We met up with the priest in a room we'd deemed private months ago.

It was a small office with bookshelves. It could easily be seen as a library if you were just that unaware.

We stood facing each other as the gray-haired man spoke, going through the basics of the ceremony, which could've easily been skipped. I started paying attention when he got to the vows.

"Do you, Four, take Tris to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do."

I so very carefully slipped the ring onto her finger, grinning yet shaking uncontrollably.

"Do you, Tris, take Four to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do."

She placed the ring onto my finger.

"I now pronounce you," he said, "husband and wife. Four, you may kiss the bride."

I leaned forward and kissed her, and we broke apart laughing. We'd just gotten married. She was my wife and I was her husband. What a wonderful day.

"Congratulations," the priest said, smiling.

"Oh—"

I swept Tris off the ground, picking her up bridal style.

Carefully, I pushed the door open with my back and shut it with my foot. Once we were in the living room, I set her down and kissed her again. We fell back onto the couch. She straddled me, hands cupping my face.

"I love you so much, husband."

"I love you more, wife."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my nose. I placed one hand on her stomach and one on her waist. There still wasn't a bump but I still found myself hoping there was one.

"I'll be showing in a few weeks, Toby." she said, laughing. "No need to be so eager."

"Oh, of course there's a need. I want to meet the little person before I'm thirty. I want to teach them to walk and potty train them and hear them talk.."

She ran a finger over my cheek. "You'll be a great dad."

"I hope so."

Luckily for us, we had two days off. The entire weekend. And I was pretty sure we wouldn't be leaving the apartment at that time unless it was necessary.

We'd shared our.. wedding plans with Tori, who had congratulated us and promised she'd handle everything that she could. Even though we had wanted to keep it a total secret, we couldn't lie to Tori. We'd left her to cover for not only us but herself and the other leader we had yet to pick.

Why was I thinking about work while on our not-so honeymoon like honeymoon?

"Two days off!" Tris sighed, slipping off of my lap and cozying up beside me. "That's like winning the lottery."

"But, you see, after these two days pass, we'll have to explain our absence."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

She frowned. "We've never not shown up for at least one meal a day. We always eat with Chris and Will and everyone."

"That's why it's even more suspicious," I nodded. "They'll probably come to us."

She laughed.

We both knew it was true.

Our friends weren't stupid, even if they acted like it. Even Zeke had a brain somewhere inside of his thick skull. They'd probably figure it out over the next day or so, but at least that would leave us less to explain. Less work on our part.

"So.. we're actually married?" she asked, grinning at me like it was just that unbelievable.

"I'd think so," I said, kissing her softly. "We did sign some legal papers. And now my last name is Prior. So.. this is either a good dream or a different reality."

"Too good to be true if you ask me."

I kissed her again and got up, heading for the kitchen. She whined and I paused.

"Where are you going?"

"To make my wife lunch."

She grinned.

We spent most of the morning enjoying our new situation.

First of all, we were married. Like we were very literally husband and wife. Second of all, she was pregnant and we were going to be actual parents with a little gurgling baby. Thirdly, we were.. happy.

There wasn't work to worry about or initiates to train. This was a good weekend.

It was almost… nine o'clock, so most of the Dauntless would've already eaten dinner, except for those whose days were just now starting. I was surprised when no one came up to our apartment to drag us to eat.

I was a little nervous to face Christina. She'd been the most excited about planning an actual wedding. Her and Shauna.

"How about we watch a movie?" Tris suggested, poking her head into the bathroom.

"Sounds good," I said. "Which one?"

"I'll go pick one."

"It better be good!" I called, making her laugh.

Once I'd washed my face, I went to join Tris in the living room. She was already sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in hand. I sat beside her.

"What movie did you pick?"

She grinned. "Footloose. We watched it once with Uriah and Marlene."

"So we're rewatching it?" I asked, and she glared at me. "Okay, okay. Popcorn?"

Reluctantly, she offered me the bowl and I crawled underneath the blanket she'd brought with her. She gave in and laid her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and focused on the movie.

"This is so cheesy," I sighed.

Tris slapped me on the arm. "That's the whole point! Hush."

She turned back to the movie, and I did the same.

I had to admit that the movie had good music, even if it was cheesy. I'd yet to find an older movie that wasn;t cheesy. They all were.

"Aw!" she squealed, just as the main characters kissed. "That's so cute! Our little girl better find someone like that?"

"Our what?"

"I think it's a girl."

"Oh?"

"You want a boy, don't you?" she asked, frowning. "I just think it would be awesome to have a little girl—"

"Tris, of course I want a girl. I'd like one of each someday."

She grinned. "Really?"

"Well, why not?"

Tris shrugged.

Even talking about our possible little girl made me smile. What if it was a girl? Would she love me or be embarrassed of me or bribe me for candy or play ball with me? I was already liking the idea. And even if we had a boy, it wouldn't disappoint me. I'd take either or both.

Time flew by as we talked about the baby, guessing the gender and who it would look like and what it would be like.

I ended up carrying Tris up the stairs because she'd fallen asleep right there on the couch. I did however pull off her boots and laid her down in bed, tucking the covers in around her.

And then I climbed in beside her.

It was Monday.

Tris and I walked down to the cafeteria for the first time in two days, and immediately spotted the table that we always sat at. It was already full.

From Christina's glare, I could tell they'd found out somehow.

"What the hell, you two!" she scolded. "Tris?"

"You would've talked me out of it, Chris," Tris said. "And before you say it was, it wasn't a mistake. We don't want a wedding."

"Whatever."

If I knew anything about Christina, it was that her anger would only last for a few days before she finally gave in. The rest of the group congratulated us and teased us, which we'd definitely expected. It wouldn't be normal if they didn't tease us.

"So," Marlene grinned. "Does this mean we finally get to know Four's last name?"

"I didn't take his last name," Tris smirked. "He took mine."

Uriah groaned. "You guys are only making this harder for us. Why can't we know your name, Four?"

"If I wanted you to know, you would already know, you idiot."

He pouted and threw a carrot at me.

"Ow! Stop!" Wanda yelled, shrieking and holding her side.

I kicked myself into action and put my arms around Parris, holding her back so that she couldn't cause anymore damage to Wanda. Holding her tall yet muscular frame was a challenge even for me.

Parris was calling the girl names, and her white hair was slapping me in the face. I dragged her away from Wanda and sat her down, hands on her shoulder.

"Calm down," I ordered. "It's over. You won."

Parris's blue eyes were glaring at me as she yanked herself from my grasp. Once I'd deemed her calm enough to leave, I went to see if Wanda was okay.

The poor kid was lying in her own blood, clutching her ribs as Tris and Lee tried to get her up.

I scooped her up in my arms and took her down to the infirmary, where I left her with a doctor and returned to the training room. Her wounds weren't deadly, but she'd probably be kicked out.

It was unfortunate.

Wanda had been a good student for the most part.

Tris and I chose to give the initiates a short break, letting them recover from watching such a violent fight. I wasn't sure why Parris had lashed out like that, but she had. Actions speak louder than words.

When they got back to their training, we had them do intense workouts and sparring. No fighting.

I did not want to take another teenager to the infirmary today.

After the day had passed, Tris and I went down to check up on Wanda together. We found her with a neck brace on and a cast on her leg and arm and bandages around her ribs.

Tris cursed. "Wow."

The doctor walked in almost right as we had. "She won't be healed in time to return to training, I'm afraid."

"We'll have to kick her out," I sighed. "How is she doing?"

"Just a few broken bones and a concussion. Wanda here will recover perfectly fine. I suppose this happened during a fight?"

Tris nodded. "The other girl didn't hold back."

"So sad," the doctor sighed, but left us to talk to Wanda as the girl slowly woke up.

Her eyes were a little hazy as she looked around. I felt bad for her. She looked confused and utterly disturbed by being in a hospital. "What.."

"You lost the fight, Wanda," I said. "And you're too injured to return."

"So what? I'm out? No, no, no!"

"I'm sorry," Tris said.

I sighed. "We can't let you continue with this many injuries, Wanda. It's for the best."

She burst into tears.

Some days I really did hate my job.