AHHHH IT'S BEEN LIKE FOREVER SINCE I'VE UPDATED AND I FEEL LIKE THE WORST PERSON ALIVE! I am so sorry, and I really have no good excuse besides the time consuming moving process.

Nonetheless, here's a chapter!

And after a lot of thought, I've decided to make this the final chapter and finish up this story.

Every story needs a stopping point, and I'm sure I could go on with this for 300 chapters, but I really wouldn't be that inspired and it wouldn't be very interesting to read.

LEAVE A REVIEW! I have some new story ideas, but I want to know how you thought this all ended :)

And without further ado, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent

Epilogue (15 years later)

Tris POV

I hear a small voice scream, "Waffles!" from upstairs, and I chuckle quietly as I take the last batch off of the press. Only a few moments later, I hear the thundering of children running down the stairs, and in an instant two small kids still clothed in pajamas sit at the table with forks ready.

I smile at their eagerness, and put down the plates. I can't believe that two people that I was so afraid of having have now made me happier than ever.

A few minutes later, a pair of familiar arms wraps around me, and I turn around to meet the enchanting blue eyes of my husband. "Good morning," Tobias says huskily, voice still heavy from sleep.

"Good morning," I say softly, and he gives me a quick kiss.

"Eww!" our little five-year-old boy exclaims from the table.

Tobias smiles. "What, do you think kissing is gross, Todd?" he asks, and Todd nods his head furiously.

At this, Tobias brings me in for a longer kiss, much more passionate than the last.

"Daddy!" our three-year-old Tara shouts from the table, breaking the kiss.

"Yes princess?" Tobias asks.

"Come here!" she says, and Tobias unwraps himself from me and kneels next to her chair.

"Closer!" she says, and Tobias leans in a bit closer.

Tara takes a fingerful of whipped cream and smears it on his nose. "You shouldn't have done that little girl!" Tobias says, then picks her up and throws her over his shoulder as she shrieks in surprise.

He runs with her into the living room, and throws Tara onto the couch while she is the midst of a giggle fit. Todd leaves his chair and goes into the room, jumping onto Tobias's back. As they goof around, I clean up the kitchen from breakfast.

I can't believe all that has happened. Tobias went off to college in California my senior year after we both agreed it would be better for a future to get a better education afar rather than a much closer community college. That year without him was one of the worst times of my life.

Yet I made it through, and followed him a year after to pursue a degree in biochemistry and teaching as Tobias worked on his degree in computer communications. We were busy, but at least we were together.

Tobias proposed to me on my graduation day. Perhaps the best day of my entire life, things were finally all falling into place.

For our wedding, the entire gang flew out to attend. We had all parted ways for college, and it was the first time we had all been together since then.

We were happily married for four years, until we started to even think in the direction of kids. The whole subject of children and sex had been avoided for all this time, but I overcame it to start a family. I got pregnant with Todd, a beautiful baby boy with features nearly identical to Tobias, but he did get my eyes.

But we, Tobias mostly, were still hoping for a baby girl, and two years later I gave birth to Tara.

Fast-forward another three years to present day, where we live in suburban San Francisco. Tobias works as a software manager, and I work as a chemistry teacher at the local high school.

The kids start to play with their toys, and Tobias sits down next to me where I am now on the couch. "We made them," he whispers.

"They are living symbols of how much I love you," I say. Tobias loves the kids so much, he is an excellent father even though he had doubted himself in the past.

"So how much do you love me?" he asks cheekily.

"Tobias, I love you more than you could ever imagine," I say.

"Enough love to have another?"

THE END!