Author's Note: In case you guys didn't know already, "Niyah" is pronounced Ny-ah. Or nigh, like something is nigh or something, then ah on the end. Please REVIEW! Please also check out my other stories on Fanfiction. And I'm no poet.

Chapter Six: The Wedding! (Yay!)

(Tris's POV)

Damn. Damn. Sugar. Sugar. Fudge. Fudge. Fuck! I'm so nervous! Do people always get this freaking nervous before they get married?! Here I am, sitting in the small room, which is next to the proper huge Dauntless Hall. This room has auburn wooden shiny floor and slate coloured walls. I'm sitting on a red stool, in front of a ginormous mirror which has a dark sliver Celtic frame.

In the mirror there is a woman. Her long blonde hair is in this side ponytail like hairdo, but part of her hair is made into rose shapes. Her grey-blue eyes have the smokey eye effect with eyeshadow and mascara and her lips are a deep red. She has a tad of blusher on her icy cheeks. She is in a dress. A black, badass, big, dauntless dress. A beautiful dress. At the top part, it squeezes her bust, but then it flows out at her hips, turning into a huge, but elegant, princess dress.

I guess I still haven't gotten used to looking at the girl in the mirror. Even after 12 years... I stroke my tattooed knuckles in nerve.

"Mum, you're seriously not nervous, are you?" Giggles Niyah in her long black dress, sitting in her wheelchair. We decorated her wheelchair for the wedding. We weaved in black roses in between places of her wheelchair.

I sigh. "I guess I'm a little nervous Niyah. I've know your Dad for 12 years. Now we are about to come husband and wife,"

"I suppose. Mum, what should I do when I get to 16?"

That really shocks me. My 11 year old daughter is asking about the aptitude test and choosing ceremony... "What do you mean, Darling?"

"I mean, if I'm divergent. Or if I don't get dauntless. Or if I move faction,"

"Niyah. Listen to me now. I will love you if you are divergent. I will love you if you get another faction. I will love you if you move faction. I will love you if you stay. It's your choice,"

She nods.

"Don't worry, Darling. It's ages away,"

"Yeah, I suppose," She replies. I have thought about my children staying or moving. Niyah can't exactly complete initiation and the rest of her life in a wheelchair... I wipe the thought from my mind. Today is a happy day. No need to think about the future.

"You ready?" Asks my Dad, gripping my hand tight. I nod and walk through the door. It looks amazing. Around 100 people are sitting in chairs either side of the black carpet leading the way to my fiancée. People in black, grey, white, yellow, red and blue. Faces all smiling at me.

The hall is decorated with black roses, black vines and leaves. I walk down the black carpet, Niyah and Catie ahead of me, Dad at my side and Christina behind me. Ahead is see Tobias.

His longish shaggy hair that he grew out a bit is combed into place, his smile is as wide as the River Amazon and tears roll out of his dark eyes which immediately make my eyes become waterfalls of tears.

When I reach him and the Vicar guy, my mascara and black makeup is running. Christina glares at me and almost shouts in my ear as she attempts to fix it. "TRIS! I worked so hard on this! And you muck it up! Ugh!"

"We gather here today to celebrate the marriage of Beatrice Six Prior and Tobias Four Eaton," I smile as the Vicar says our names. A few years ago, we got Four and Six as our legal middle names. "Now we shall hear a few words from Jake Eaton and Niyah Eaton,"

I gawp at Tobias. "What? I didn't know this!" I whisper.

"It's a surprise," He grins as they come in front of us and face the audience.

"Here's a poem that we wrote for our Mum and Dad, for their wedding day," They beam in unison. They take a breath and continue.

"We love you with all our hearts,

We know you guys will never fall apart.

Today you become one,

And in a few months you will have a son.

We want you to be happy,

Changing the baby's nappy.

Have fun today,

Live your lives your own way.

We'll be here for you,

No matter what we do...

We love you,"

Tobias and us shed tears as we hug our beautiful children. They receive a round of applause and then we continue with the wedding. After a while, it is the vows. Tobias's were beautiful. He made his own. Saying about when we first met and our 12 years together. My eye makeup only gets worse!

"You may now kiss the bride," Exclaims the Vicar and Tobias gives me the deepest, most romantic, bridal kiss. Cheers surround us and Tobias carries me to the lunch hall, bridal style.

We have a short meal of spicy jerk chicken with roasted tomatoes and seasoned creamy potatoes. I laugh and sit on his lap as I eat among those I love. It's gorgeous.

After the meal, we all go back into the large dauntless wedding hall, which has now been converted into a dance floor. There is a circular small, middle, shiny black dance floor with silver lasers and blue mist lights projecting onto it. The circle is surrounded by masses of other dance space and some snack tables.

I smile at Tobias. "This couldn't be better,"

"It could,"

"How! You this be better?!"

"Dance with me, then it'll be better," He says in his soft tone.

I grin and we head to the circular dance floor, which I know was made for him and I.

I place my hands around his neck and instead of him having his round my waist, they are stroking my belly- our baby. As this gorgeous, romantic song plays, we kiss. I slowly open my eyes in mid-kiss and look at everyone around us. That's when I see Jake. He is dancing and kissing a girl a year younger than him. I know who she is, it's Kylee, Tobias's friend from Erudite's daughter.

I tap Tobias and whisper to him. "Look at little Jakey, kissing Kylee,"

He grins and chuckles. "He's just like his father. Always gets the girls,"

I giggle and kiss him deeper. I feel our tongues dance. When the romantic song finishes, there's a sudden outburst of conga music playing. I laugh. "Lets start the conga line!" I shout to everyone.

Tobias is behind me and I'm in the lead. As we trundle around, all connected like a giant caterpillar, I realise how perfect my life is. I have 2 gorgeous children and another on the way. I have the perfect man for my husband, soulmate and father to my children.

I hope life stays this perfect... Forever.

Authors's Note: Mwahahaha Tris! It doesn't! There's gonna be a big twist in the next chapter so... Dun dun dunnnnn! Review my friends and there's the links and my names to my Tumblr, Wattpad, Quotev and Polyvore profiles on my bio! REVIEW