By the time March and spring break arrived, Tris was desperate to see Tobias, and he felt the same. Though this separation was one of their shortest, it had also been one of the hardest. Tris was busy, but her heart wasn't always in it. She was over college life and ready to move on.

Tobias struggled with Tris' practicum in spite of the improvements he made to the building's security. He also felt guilty and overwhelmed planning their wedding and his home for a bride who wasn't there to make decisions. With every choice he made and everything Amar and the wedding planner had him approve he felt more and more worried that Tris wouldn't get her dream wedding with him making the choices.

Tris' hundred and fifty-one love notes from Christmas were helping, but they also made him miss her more every day. He was amazed by her thoughtfulness, kindness, and support. Her words made him feel like the king of the world one day, and drove him to lonely tears another.

His favorite was the Valentine's Day package containing a mini album of the boudoir photos Tris took with Christina and Marlene's help. In addition to the album, Tris had packed the "Mrs. Eaton" panties she wore in one of the pictures, and a very racy note full of promises for their future.

Tobias had ordered a bouquet of pink flowers and sent a pink Louis Vuitton blanket scarf like the grey one she got in New York and wore often. He had included a note with his gift as well, but kept it more sweet than seductive.

After reading her note and looking through the pictures, Tobias wished that he had teased her as well. He was going crazy, and Amar had his hands full convincing Tobias not to bail on some very important meetings so he could fly to America. Tris was glad Christina had a morning class so she had their room all to herself when Tobias called.

When spring break finally arrived, Tris hurried through a midterm so she could be at the airport the minute Tobias landed. As before, she showed her ID at the gate and was allowed through and right onto the tarmac.

When the plane pulled up beside Tris' Jetta and the rented Mercedes sedan, Tris was already out of the car and waiting for Tobias. The minute the airplane door opened, Tobias was there. He didn't wait for Amar or the stewardess, but lept from the jet and had Tris in his arms before the carpet was even rolled out for him.

"I missed you so much!" Tobias said as he crushed Tris to his chest. Tris burst into sobs and clung to him.

"Zemra ime," Tobias said. "What's wrong?"

"I… just… miss… you!" Tris cried.

"I missed you too," Tobias said, clinging to her just as hard.

"Don't I get to say hello?" Amar said, interrupting after several long minutes.

Tris smiled and gave Tobias a kiss before greeting Amar with a hug.

"And me?"

Tris spun from Amar's arms to see George, and greeted him with a hug as well.

"I'm so glad you're here," Tris said.

"We're on vacation," Tobias said. "I couldn't very well ask him to leave his man behind when we go to… Well, I'll leave it at that."

He smirked at Tris, and she made a pouting face as she put her arms around him again. Because her eyes were red from crying a minute earlier, the pouty face almost made him crack. Tobias had kept the exact location on their spring break a secret. All he told Tris and her friends was that they needed passports, swimsuits, and warm weather clothes.

"Tobias," Tris whined playfully. "I'm going to be your wife, so I should be in on the secret."

"Where's the fun in that?" Tobias asked with a grin.

Tris rolled her eyes, conceding for the moment at least. She and Tobias climbed into the Jetta while Amar and George got in the Mercedes for the drive to the Priors' home.

Andrew was at work, but Natalie had taken the day off to greet Tobias and Amar. She was thrilled to meet George as well. Tris packed up the things she needed for the trip while Tobias sat on her bed and watched. They talked and talked, stopping to kiss every few minutes. What should have taken fifteen minutes ended up taking nearly an hour, but they got Tris' luggage ready for the trip.

Amar put Tris' things in the car, and they left the Jetta and went to check in at their hotel nearer the airport.

When they got to their hotel room, Tobias couldn't keep his hands off his fiancee. Tris gave him a few kisses, then pulled back when Tobias dropped onto the couch.

"I don't know," she said, standing in front of him and slowly unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her lace-clad breasts. "I'm not sure about sleeping with a guy who keeps secrets from me."

"Jamaica," Tobias said quickly, grabbing Tris' hips as he pressed his face to her chest and kissed her sternum. "We're going to a resort in Jamaica that used to be owned by the guy who wrote the James Bond novels."

Tris finished removing her shirt as she straddled Tobias' lap. "Good boy," she purred. "James Bond was right; sex is an effective way to get information."

.

After a quickie on the couch, a short nap, a much slower and more thorough round of lovemaking on the bed, and a shower that included round three, Tris and Tobias were finally satisfied enough to leave the hotel suite - at least for a little while.

Being apart from one another was hard, and every separation seemed to get worse. Several times in the two and a half months since winter break, Tobias had contemplated dropping everything and going to Tris. She, too, had priced last-minute airfare to Tirana on more than one occasion. But there was always some important commitment for at least one of them, so they'd been forced to stick with the plan.

As they dressed for dinner, the couple took frequent breaks to kiss or just hold one another. Tris put on the two-tone blue dress she'd worn on their double date with the Coulters during the first trip to New York. When she asked Tobias to zip her up, he placed warm kisses up her back before complying, then wrapped his arms around Tris and held her from behind as they looked at themselves in the full-length mirror.

"Soon," Tobias said, and they basked in the promise of that simple word.

"Two months to graduation, and two and a half to the wedding," Tris said. "I can't wait to see the house and the grounds all set up for the reception," she said dreamily.

Tobias' face drew pensive. "I really hope you like it," he said nervously.

"Why wouldn't I like it?" Tris asked, alarmed by Tobias' sudden anxious uncertainty.

"I just…" the groom-to-be shrugged and dropped his gaze, looking down at the floor rather than at their reflection. "I'm afraid you won't like it," he confessed. "I'm worried that it won't be your dream wedding, that things won't be the way you would want it because they let me pick it out."

Tobias tried to let go of Tris, but she held firm. "You do know that they're running things by me too, right? If it's about the estate, the wedding planner talks to you and Amar, but anything about decor, flowers, music - wedding-y decorative stuff - they ask me, too. You're being asked for your opinion most of the time, not making executive decisions."

"So, the centerpieces?" Tobias asked. "The tall flowers in clear things and the low flowers in silver things? Amar and Sasha the wedding planner? They asked you, too?"

Tris nodded. "And you were the one who pointed out that the tall flowers would get in the way of people seeing what was going on. That was smart. Besides, I like the look of the silver, so we went with the low centerpieces in the silver-colored containers and a few of the tall glass containers at the head table that will hold the bridesmaids' bouquets."

"Bridesmaids' bouquets?" he asked.

"The wedding is going to be a blend of Albanian traditions, American traditions, and things that are unique to us," Tris explained. "It's going to be exhausting, expensive, and memorable. Trust me."

"I do," Tobias said. "In fact, I feel like the weight of the world is off my shoulders. I wish someone had told me that I was just rendering opinions, not planning the wedding without the bride."

"You did have to make a few decisions," Tris said. "I couldn't very well taste cake from here."

"You missed the best part of wedding planning," Tobias replied teasing as his mood lightened. "I went with fruitcake as a nod to my English heritage."

Tris looked stricken, and Tobias had to work hard to keep a straight face.

"You wouldn't!" she exclaimed. "I… I even told Sasha 'No fruitcake.'"

Tobias couldn't hold back his grin any longer. "I'm teasing you, Zemra ime," he said with a chuckle. "No fruitcake."

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Once they were ready, Tris and Tobias made their way from their suite to the hotel restaurant. They had a table reserved for dinner with Tris' parents, but had a drink at the bar while they waited.

Tobias looked at Tris and couldn't help but smile. She was beautiful in the Oscar de la Renta dress, and matching navy blue pumps. She wore the diamond studs and Rolex he'd given her, and she carried her grey Prada handbag. Her long, blonde hair was down in loose, soft curls, and her makeup was neutral. She radiated confidence and was just so warm and real that it took his breath away. His Tris was elegant without being cold, rich without being flashy or stuck up. She was amazing, and she was his.

The admiration went both ways. Tris couldn't keep her eyes off her tall, dark, and handsome fiance. He wore charcoal grey slacks and a blue sport shirt that made his eyes stand out. This man had more money than Tris could wrap her mind around, and a heart far bigger than his fortune. She couldn't believe that he loved her, and every day she thanked God for giving her more than she felt she deserved.

When the Priors were dropped off at the hotel by Amar and George, they stepped inside and immediately noticed their daughter and her fiance laughing and smiling together at the bar. Andrew stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his grown up little girl.

"Look at her," he breathed.

Natalie put an arm around her husband's waist and rested her cheek on his shoulder. "She's all grown up and in love," the proud mother said.

"It's hard to believe that's our little Beatrice," Andrew said around the lump in his throat as he remembered toddler Tris running into his arms.

"It's really hard to believe that's bratty middle school Tris," Natalie said fondly, trying to lighten the mood. Her words worked, and Andrew grinned.

Tobias saw the Priors first, and helped Tris from her barstool so they could greet her parents. Tris complimented her mom's berry-colored dress as they walked to the hostess stand.

The women followed the men and the Maitre d' to their table, and Natalie gushed about her mother-of-the-bride dress, which Amar had brought when they were at the house earlier.

"It doesn't even need altering, thank God," Natalie said.

"We need to go shopping," Tris said. "You'll need silver sandals with it, I think, and a little clutch bag or something."

"I'm sure I have something that will work," Natalie said dismissively.

"Mama, it's tradition in Albania for the groom's family to pay for wedding attire," Tris explained yet again. "There will be a lot of people at the wedding judging Tobias on how well he takes care of you. We're going to go shopping, and you're going to let us buy you some things for the trip. We won't go nuts, and we'll try to pick things you can use more than once in your life."

The two couples had a nice dinner together. They talked about the wedding, and Tobias explained some of the Albanian customs they would see. Tris showed them pictures that the wedding planner had sent her.

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Tris, Tobias, Amar, and George were at the airport's private terminal bright and early the next morning. They drove up to the plane, and Tris and Tobias went into the terminal to meet their friends while Amar and George oversaw the luggage loading.

Christina and Marlene were practically bouncing in their seats when the couple walked in.

"Is that your plane?" Marlene asked, pointing to the jet outside.

"It is," Tobias said with a friendly smile.

"Marlene," Tris whispered, trying to help Tobias with names.

"I know," Tobias told his fiancee, smiling down at her. "Uriah, Will, Christina, Lynn, and Lynn's girlfriend Kelsey, who you don't know very well," he said, pointing at Tris' friends one-by-one.

"Very good!" Tris enthused, grinning at him. She was touched that he'd learned their names after only meeting them on a few brief occasions.

"Um, Trissy?" Uriah said. "You look… different. I mean, you look nice. I've just never seen you like this. You're like the version of you from those engagement pictures or something."

Tris blushed and laughed self-consciously.

"Same Barbie, different set," Christina said. "This is 'Pink Diamond Barbie,' Uri."

"Oh stop," Tris whined.

"Barbie?" Tobias asked, worried that Tris or her friends thought he was changing her by buying her designer clothes and things.

"Like the doll," Tris said. "Do you know Barbie?" Tobias nodded. "The kids at the center call me Barbie sometimes. I'm the only blonde there. They're fascinated by my hair, especially the little girls. So Christina took to calling me a Barbie, mostly because she loves my clothes."

"I can't wait to see 'Tropical Barbie,'" Christina said, clapping like an excited child.

"Well," Tris said, trying desperately to get the attention off herself. "Let's board the plane."

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Tris enjoyed her friends' reactions to the private jet, and Tobias enjoyed watching Tris play hostess. She'd come a long way from the insecure new friend who'd been bullied by the flight attendant on their way to New York fifteen months earlier.

Tobias' jet accommodated twelve passengers plus crew, and this was the first time he'd maxed it out. To make things as easy as possible and keep Amar from extra work, he'd asked for the usual two pilots, plus two flight attendants for the trip to Jamaica.

The flight attendants met everyone at the top of the stairs and took their jackets and coats while Tris pointed out the different parts of the plane. The group was noisy and excited, but Tris got their attention as they settled in.

"Everyone, I'm going to do a quick round of introductions before we take off," she said. "This is Amar. He is Tobias' assistant and driver. Beside him is his partner, George. George owns a tattoo shop. Both of them speak fluent English. You all know my fiance, Tobias. Amar and George, this is my lifelong best friend, Christina, and her boyfriend Will. Down on the end are Uriah and his girlfriend, Marlene. On the right is another lifelong friend, Lynn, and her girlfriend Kelsey. Our flight attendants today are Amanda and Nicole. Any questions?"

"Yeah," Will said. "Where are we going?"

Everyone chuckled, and Tobias, George, and Amar - all seated at the table, just smirked.

"You'll find out," Tris answered playfully.

"Wait," said Christina. "I thought you didn't know either."

"I have my ways of finding things out," Tris said, blushing as she thought about how she got the info out of Tobias.

"I doubt the same ways would work for me in this situation," Will said. "Can you at least tell us how long the flight will be?"

"The first flight is less than three hours," Tobias answered.

"First flight?" Tris asked.

"There are things you don't know either," Tobias said with a smirk.

"Guess I wasn't persuasive enough," Tris said, turning her back on her fiance in a pretend huff.

"You could always try again," Tobias teased.

"Right now? Right here?" Tris said, turning to look at Tobias as she fingered the button on her top.

"Want to go to the bathroom and get the info out of me?" Tobias asked.

Uriah cat called, reminding the couple that they had an audience.

"No naked Barbies," Will teased, making Tris blush.

"Besides," Christina added, "I think you have to wear a seatbelt for takeoff."

Everyone laughed and settled in for takeoff while the flight attendants served them drinks.

Once in the air, the friends began to move around. They settled in the main living area of the cabin while George and Amar stayed at the table. Tris sat on Tobias' lap in one of the comfy chairs near the cockpit, and the others lounged around on the various couches and chairs. The flight attendants served a light breakfast of rolls, fruit, and yogurt, and Uriah suggested a game so they could get to know each other better.

"I think you should save that for after our first stop," Tobias said.

Tris' friends tried valiantly to get their destination out of their hosts, but Tobias and Tris refused to tell. All they were able to learn was that the destination was in the Eastern time zone, they really did need passports, and the next flight would be another three hour jaunt.

"So, Four," Christina said. "May I call you Four?"

"I guess," Tobias agreed reluctantly. He knew that Tris' friends on the trip all knew about his past enough to know that he was the mysterious abuse victim "Four" who had reached out to Tris in what they long believed was an email scam. Since they had referred to him by that name for so long, they sometimes called him that still. Tris didn't mind, because it protected their identities in public, and Tobias agreed to accept it. After all, he and Tris sometimes referred to their someday future child as "Baby Five."

"Four," Christina repeated. "Since I'm giving you custody of my best friend even though you're taking her to the other side of the world, I think you should answer some nosy questions."

"Okay," he said reluctantly, taking a deep breath and pulling Tris closer.

"Don't worry, Baby," Tris said, "I'll protect you if she gets too crazy."

"Ooh! I have a question," Marlene interjected. "Are you circumcised? I heard most European guys aren't."

"Um, wow," Tobias said. "You're just jumping right in with the personal questions, huh?"

"Yup," Marlene said.

"Well then, since my fiancee isn't protecting me like she promised, I guess I have to answer. No, I'm not circumcised."

"Tris, is that weird for you?" Marlene asked Tris in follow-up.

"With a condom there's no difference," Tris said, blushing fiercely and refusing to give any more information than that.

"Am I your first uncut man?" Tobias asked quietly in Tris' ear. She nodded briefly, but didn't look him in the eye. "Is that a problem?" he asked.

"No," Tris said. "It's not better or worse because of it, it's just different. Can we not talk about this in front of everyone?"

"They're not listening," Tobias said quietly. "They're all caught up in whatever dirty, exaggerated story Uriah is telling about a locker room."

"Still," Tris said, and Tobias saw how deeply she was blushing. "That part of you is just between us, and I don't want to talk about it."

"Yes ma'am," Tobias said.

Eventually Christina remembered that they were grilling Tobias and asked her next question. "So Four, what exactly is your net worth?"

"Well," Tobias replied thoughtfully, "once I marry Tris it will be impossible to tell since I will possess the most priceless treasure in the world."

"Are you marrying me or buying me?" Tris teased.

"Marrying," Tobias said, kissing the top of her head. "But you will be mine just as I will be yours. To answer your question, Christina, I don't exactly know. When my father died it was estimated at around eight hundred million U.S., but I've had a few good years since then, and I've also given away quite a bit. It's probably still a good guess."

"Actually it's over nine hundred million now," Amar said from the table. "The art Tris found in your attic made a difference, and you have had some good years."

"Hmm," Tobias said thoughtfully. "I'm obviously not giving money away fast enough if it's climbing. When we get home I want to look over some of the environmental initiatives we talked about. If I'm still amassing wealth I think we can afford some tighter measures."

"Does he work like twenty-four hours a day?" Will asked, pointing at Amar.

"No," Amar said. "I'm Mr. Eaton's assistant, but his life is his business. My hours are not traditional, but I have plenty of downtime, and there are lots of perks. Besides, Tobias and I have been together since he was a toddler, when I was brought on as a driver for him and his nanny. I think of him as much more than my employer; he's my friend and a member of my family."

"And we feel the same way about Amar and George," Tris added. "They live in a separate house on the grounds of the estate, so they have their privacy. Amar basically works during the day, but is on call more than that. He's incredible at taking care of Tobias, overseeing the staff, and much more. We'd be lost without him."

"Is it weird having servants?" Uriah asked.

"I've never not had servants," Tobias answered. "So I wouldn't know. Tris thinks it's weird sometimes, though, if that answers your question."

"I don't like when I wake up and things are different," Tris said, shooting Amar an apologetic look. "It's weird that someone comes into the room when I'm asleep. It helps that it's just Amar, because I know him, but it's still odd."

"Tell us about your house," Marlene said.

The topic shifted to the less personal as Tobias, Tris, and Amar told her friends about the Eaton estate.

Before they knew it they were at their first stop. Tobias told everyone to stay put, and he and Tris got off the plane.

As soon as they stepped down, Tris saw a sign that answered all her questions. "Houston" it said on the side of the private terminal. She took off running for the small building, and Tobias grinned as he followed after her. She yanked open the door and squealed excitedly at the sight of Zeke, Shauna, and their luggage.