TOBIAS'S POV
****NOTE 5 MONTH TIME SKIP****
Today was the day. I was getting married to Tris. Forget about fiance, girlfriend, whatever. We would be husband and wife.
Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.
The name sounded funny rolling off my tongue, but I liked it nevertheless. I was wearing my silver suit and a blazing red tie. For the first time in a few weeks I had shaved off my beard. Or my stubble. Either way, I looked neat. Calm. Handsome. My shoes were a shiny sort of brown, and my fair hair was grown and gelled into a comb-over. We didn't have a proper priest, or whatever. After the war, the wedding traditions had changed. Tris and I would just say the vows; say "I do" (hopefully) and that would be that. Zeke, my chosen best man shouted my name.
"Hey, Tobias! Come on, we gotta get to the front before Tris does!" Zeke laughed at me.
As I walked out I gasped. The walls weren't walls; this was a patio wedding. The "walls" were flaming orange curtains (Dauntless), and the chairs were blue (Erudite). The arch was yellow- for Amity naturally (no pun intended) as they were more like the farmers of our little world. Lace was curling around the arch (Candor). Last but not least was white roses with petals dipped in gray dye (Abnegation). People were crowded in the seats; in the corner of my eye I saw my mother in the front row giving me a happy smile.
"Wow. Christina and Tris did a good job, huh?" I muttered to Zeke, at the front.
Zeke's response was cut off as music started playing. My heart jumped. Here came Tris. She was gorgeous, as usual, but she was wearing a faintly orange dress with her hair curled, flowing down her shoulders. Gently Zeke nudged me in the ribs. Ow.
"Breathe!" Zeke whispered, reminding me.
I let go of my breath just as Tris arrives next to me. Trying not to be nervous, I give her a little smile, and she smiles back.
"I promise to never fail you. To never let you go again. And I, I promise that I will do my best to keep you happy, make you happy. And I promise that even though I have a fear of heights, I will get over it. I would get over any fear, face any fear, for you. Only you. No matter how many beautiful, gorgeous, hot women are in a room, you will always be the most beautiful, the most fair of all of them. I can't promise you a rag to riches story, but I sure to hell can give you my love. And my happiness." I speak, at first slowly, but then quickly and clearly.
Tris smiles at me, her grin wider now and begins her vows. "I will always love you, the only man I will ever love. The only man I will look at this way. And I promise to be by your side, during sickness, fights, or anything. I can't promise a rags to riches story either; but I can, as sure as heaven and hell, promise you that I will give you all my love, only my love, and while I'm at it; happiness as well."
"I do."
"I do."
I slip her radiant ring on her ring finger. It looks perfect there. Tris puts on my ring on my ring finger. I look at her and shyly, I put my hands on her waist. We were forehead to forehead, looking at each other in new eyes until Christina yells in an excited voice (for once happy for a kiss,) "YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE."
Now we were truly one, Tris and I. Bonded by love, like glue. We walked down the aisle, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, husband and wife, with Tris's head on my shoulder. I smirked at Zeke and waved a small wave at Evelyn. When we were in the "limousine" I finally looked at Tris clearly, my eyes no longer blurred with happiness.
Hesitantly I asked Tris, "Will you truly love only me and no other man, boy, woman even? I know Evelyn couldn't keep that promise." At first Tris looks at me with wide, surprised eyes, but then she smirks.
"Well maybe I can't. I already broke that promise."
"Caleb?"
"No"
I feel a lurch in my stomach. Anger. I crack my knuckles.
"Who do I kill?"
"Don't kill him."
"Who. Is. He?"
"Trust me, you don't want to kill him. He'll call you and me Mommy and Daddy." Tris's eyes glitter.
I gasp. Unintentionally, I stutter out, "How long?"
"About three months." Tris looks at me.
Shifting positions, I gently reach out my shaking hand and place it on Tris's stomach. Tris smiles and sighs as she places her hand on top of mine.
***************************************AFTER THE AFTER PARTY ***************************************
At the after party Tris and I danced a bit until Tris got tired. Then we ate food, made a toast (Tris had apple juice instead of wine so I joined her in having simply apple juice). Before everybody left, we made one final announcement.
"Tris is pregnant."
Cheering burst our eardrums as Tris and I left.
Best. Night. Of. My. Life.