"YES"

Tobias

On the drive home, I can't think of anything but Tris. It's been so long since we've had more than half a day together to do absolutely nothing. If it's not school it's work or the counseling classes I sill attend or mentoring one of the kids that comes through for counseling. And Tris is either job hunting or writing a research paper, and then we fill our free time with our friends. There's been minimal time for just us.

I drop my bag and keys as soon as I walk in the door, and flop onto the couch in a heap.

"Tobias?" I hear her call out from down the hall.
"Mmm, yeah. In here."
"Hey. Long day?" she says, leaning in the hall entryway with a bright a smile on her face. I close my eyes and run a hand down mine.
"I just want to take a nap and then go to bed, and then wake up just so I can come out here and take another nap."

I feel her crawl onto the couch and curl up next to me.

"Why are you acting like a predator," I ask, cracking an eye open for just a second.
"Maybe because I'm stalking my prey," she says with a playful tone in her voice. There's no need to open my eyes; I can feel her gaze boring into the side of my head.

"Stop staring."
"No. Go pack a bag."
"For what?" I ask, looking at her now.
"Just hush and pack a bag." I raise an eyebrow at her, but she just gives me that smile she gets when she's up to no good and plants a kiss on my cheek. I narrow my eyes and let out a long, loud sigh before I get up and shuffle down the hallway.

"What exactly am I packing for?" I yell out to her.
"I can't tell you!"
"Why not? How the hell am I supposed to pack anything?" I stand with my hands on my hips for a minute, staring in the closet. "Fuck it!" I yell. "I'm packing whatever."
"That's the spirit!" she yells back.

I grab whatever I can get my hands on, and toss a pair of swim trunks in too, just in case. I raid the bathroom, grabbing the basics, and come out just a few minutes later. Tris just looks at me as I drop my bag on the couch.

"What? You wouldn't give me any hints, so I just packed a light bag."
"I didn't say anything," she says, eyeing me up and down. "Come on. We have to get going if we don't want to be late." I sigh as I look at her, and throw my hands up in the air.
"Whatever you say." I snatch my bag and motion for her to head towards the door.

We hop in her car and I pay extra attention to see if I can figure anything out. I'm torn between hating that she's got a surprise planned, and excited to see what it is. She hops on the freeway, heading North, and I smile. I have an idea where we're headed.

"Wipe that smile off your face," she says. "You have no idea what's in store for this weekend."
"Damn. Alright." She smirks, and so do I.

After a little while I see the familiar sights start to come into view, and I look over to see a big grin plastered on her face.

"I figured that since we couldn't really do anything for our anniversary this year, I'd use this opportunity to have it late."
"Are we ever going to celebrate it on it's actual day?" I ask, laughing.
"Ha! Probably not. It doesn't really matter though. Whenever we celebrate is okay with me."
"Yeah. Me too."

We pull into a hotel parking lot, and she stretches when she gets out. The thin strip of skin I see when her shirt lifts makes my heart beat a little harder. I stand there as she grab two bags, and neither one of them is the one I packed. I peek in the back and see it's still there. That sneaky little…

She checks us into the hotel, and we make our way up to our room. It's nothing fancy, but it does have an ocean view.

"You can sleep tonight," she says from behind me. "In fact, that's an order. I'm exhausted, and I know you're exhausted, and you're gonna need your rest for the next two days."
"Why? What's the next two days," I say, looking over my shoulder. She raises an eyebrow and bites her lip. How the hell am I supposed to sleep when she does things like this?
"Sorry. You're just going to have to wait and see."

I wake up, groggy and disoriented to see Tris' lovely face looking down at me. I crane my neck to look at the clock— it's almost noon.

"Shit. Why'd you let me sleep so late?" I say through a yawn, stretching and rubbing my eyes. "And how long have you been up?"
"Like ten minutes. Besides, you and I both needed that. Tell me that almost fourteen hours of sleep doesn't feel like heaven right now."
"It kinda does."

I roll over and stare at her. Even with her mascara smeared and her hair all over the place, she's still the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on.

"What?" she asks, a small blush creeping over her.
"Nothing. Just wondering how I got so lucky." Her face brightens as a wide smile forms, and that warm feeling that comes from somewhere deep inside of me spreads all around.

We shower and dress quickly, and despite me asking —and asking and asking— she refuses to tell me where we're going. She gets lost a few times with all the one way streets in San Francisco, but eventually we make it to the stadium. I smile at her as she hands me my ticket— the Giants vs the Cubs.
"I know that it'll be a while until we can make it to Chicago. So, I thought I'd just bring it to you."

We've been discussing making a trip back there so she could pay a visit to her parents graves and I could see where she grew up, but between our schedules, we both know it's still going to be a while before that happens. Sometimes I forget how thoughtful she can be, until she goes and does something like this. It's these little moments that make me fall in love with her all over again.

We drink beer, eat hot dogs, dance to all the standard baseball songs that play, and even buy the required foam fingers. When we see ourselves on the kiss cam, we laugh before making out as the people around us cheer us on.

After the game we make our way back down to Pier 39, watching the people pass by and the kids laughing and having fun as we stroll hand in hand. Eventually we find our way back to the spot where we spent our first anniversary; where I gave her the key to our home. I wrap my arms around her and rest my chin on her head, holding her tight as we both stare off.

I listen to the waves crashing below and sounds of life blossoming behind us, and I can't help but think of the two of us and how we met on the cruise. How we spent a night like this —happy to just be in each other's company— in another city, in what almost feels like another life time.

So much has changed since then; I have fallen in love and moved on from my father and grown into a better person, all because of her. She brought out a strength in me that I never knew I had, one I desperately needed to see what my life could become if I just tried. We could live a million lifetimes together, and I could still never repay her for everything she has done. In all of human history, nobody has —or will ever— love another person as much as I love Tris.

She sighs and brings her hands up, holding onto my arms. "I love you, Tobias." I close my eyes, simply enjoying the sound of her voice, and the words she said as they float through the air.

"Marry me," I breathe out in response.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

My heart hammers in my chest as I realize what I just said. She hasn't moved, or made any indication that she even heard me, so maybe I'm in the clear. It was a whisper, after all. But what am I so panicked over? It's not like I don't want to marry her. I just…I didn't plan this. At all. She squeezes my arm, and turns just enough to look at me out of the corner of her eye.

"Okay."
"Okay what?" I can actually feel myself internally groan.
"Let's get married." I gulp, stalling, because I really don't have a fucking clue what's happening anymore. How did we go from just standing here to getting fucking married?

"Like…right now?" She let's out a chuckle.
"I mean, we can, but I think I'd like to invite our friends. And maybe my brother." She smiles, and it makes my heart melt.

"O-Okay. I mean, I don't know what came over me and I don't have a ring or anything so we can go pick one out tomorrow if you like or you can let me surprise you or—" she reaches up, pinching my lips together with just two of her fingers.
"I. Don't. Care." Her eyes are wide, and a little wet, and I let a loud breath out through my nose. She's so amazing, and somehow I'm lucky enough to receive her love for the rest of my life. I pull away, freeing my lips, turning her so she's facing me.

"I love you too, is what I meant to say. Obviously."
"Well obviously," she says with a little laugh. "This was better though." Her eyes dart back and forth between mine. Their gray depths pierce my blue ones, and just like that, the people and the sounds and the rest of the world disappears, leaving nothing but the two of us.

"It was?"
"It absolutely was." I lean down and kiss her, my heart beating so hard it's all I can hear. Our relationship has pretty much been one unplanned moment after another, so I really shouldn't be surprised it happened this way. It's actually kind of perfect.

"So, just to clarify," I say as I pull away, trying to catch my breath, "That's a yes?"
"Tobias—"
"I just want to hear you say it." She smiles, a slight giggle escaping.
"Yes."

Yes.

The greatest word to ever grace my ears.

A/N:
Song: Taylor Swift - Everything Has Changed

2 years, 1 month

SO LET'S TALK INSURGENT. NO SPOILERS.

OH MY GOD. Okay, real talk, it's WAAAAY different than the book, but at the same time, it isn't. Insurgent has SO MUCH going on, that it was bound to change. The movie would be like 7 hours long if they made it scene for scene. (Not that I'd be complaining.)
It was really good though. The changes all made sense and it still kept the heart of the story which is what's important. It went by SO fast because it was just GO GO GO non-stop. Even though I knew what was happening I was still on the edge of my seat.

THEO JAMES. Let me just say one thing. HOT FUCKING DAMN. I literally cannot with this man. His smile alone had me in a damn puddle in my seat. He fucking BREATHES and it's sexy. (Is he even real? Was he created by the government to make us all swoon?)

FOURTRIS. BAD ASS SIMS. ASSHOLE PETER. FUCK OFF CALEB. YOU TOO EVELYN. MARCUS CAN GO DIE IN A HOLE. ALL OF THE EMOTIONS WERE THERE.

In short, go see it. Support our babies. I'm going again on Saturday with the family. And probably at least once more. And then maybe once more after that.