I do not own Divergent. Credit goes to Veronica Roth.
I do not own Pride and Prejudice. Credit goes to Jane Austen.

Miss Marlene Eaton arrived before the wedding. Although her desire to see Beatrice and spend time with her before the date did not occur as planned, Marlene was the least bit deterred.

"Sister," Marlene enthusiastically called out upon seeing Beatrice and ran to her.

Beatrice smiled at the young woman and received her with open arms.

"Forgive me," Marlene blushed and took a step back. "I did not mean to be so forward."

"Nonsense," Beatrice waved her hand. "As you said, we are sisters," a smile graced her lips before Marlene threw her arms happily around Beatrice once more.

"Brother," Marlene cried turning to see that Tobias had stepped forward next to Beatrice.

Almost everyone in Abnegation came out for the wedding of Beatrice and Tobias. It was vastly different from her youngest sister's wedding. Mr. Prior was able to give his daughter away and though he debated about objecting when the Clergyman had started to speak, he smiled when the young man took his vows to love, honor, and cherish his favorite daughter until death do them part.

Colonel Uriah had been in attendance with a few other distant relations and friends of Mr. Eaton, except Lady Evelyn and her daughter, Nita. Beatrice had expected it to be that way and asked if Tobias was in any way affected by her absence. Tobias insisted that the only person he wanted there was already present, holding his arm.

Of those who were in attendance who had never seen the two interact before were shocked to see throughout the entire ceremony and even the dinner that followed that Mr. Tobias Eaton's smile never once faltered and his eyes never wandered too far from his bride.

The days that followed were to be Beatrice's last in Abnegation, at least until she could spare a visit to see her family. Although spending time with her family would wait until later. Ever since the day they exchanged vows, Tobias and Beatrice rarely left one another.

Despite Beatrice resting calmly at Tobias' side one evening, her spirits were soon rising to playfulness as they once did before. Beatrice turned so that she could rest her head on his chest and look up at him.

"Tell me Mr. Eaton, when is that you fell in love with me?"

"When," Tobias opened one eye to look at her.

"Yes. I desire to know what could set you off in the first place."

Tobias chuckled and moved so that they both were resting on their sides. "I cannot determine the hour, the look, the words or moment in time. It happened long ago. I was in the middle of loving you when I realized that I had begun."

"Was it my beauty? Though I remember from early on that you said I was," Beatrice propped herself up on her elbow, clearing her throat. "Not handsome enough to tempt you."

Tobias also moved his elbow so as to be level with her and titled his head. "You must understand that I was battling internally on allowing myself to find pleasure in your beauty during that time. Although I may have said that out loud, inside I believe you were the very definition of temptation for me."

"I was a temptation for you," Beatrice smiled.

"You continue to be," Tobias replied before kissing a sweet spot on Beatrice's shoulder that made her sigh contently.

"You dare to flatter me?"

"If I am flattering you, at least you know now that it is sincere," Tobias paused and smiled. "Mrs. Eaton," he added to the end.

"Mrs. Eaton," Beatrice repeated.

"You do not like that I call you that?"

"No I do not like it all," Beatrice said softly. Continuing with her playful mood, Beatrice glanced up at Tobias and pressed her lips gently to his. "I love it," she whispered making Tobias smile like a fool.

"It is your liveliness and wit," Tobias said suddenly making Beatrice pull back a little. "You requested to know when but for the exact time period I am not certain. However I believe it was your lively spirit and bright opinions of your mind that made me fall in love with you. You just displayed it now," Tobias ran a hand over Beatrice's cheek and slowly let it trace down her arm.

"When I teased you about loving that you call me Mrs. Eaton?"

"Yes," Tobias nodded. "The fact is that I was disgusted with women who were always speaking, looking, and thinking of my approval or that of Lady Evelyn's. You rouse my interest because you are unlike any of them. I did assume that because of my status, rank, and fortune that every young lady would subject themselves to me. All, but you," Tobias smiled at Beatrice. "You set me in my place."

"I did that from the start and yet you made it seem as though you did not care for me."

"Because you gave me little encouragement," Tobias replied.

"You wanted me to flirt," Beatrice eyed Tobias out.

"No, but I did not feel as though I should make my intentions known to you especially if you felt nothing but disgust for me. I was heartily embarrassed to know that you thought no good of me," Tobias admitted.

"I see the good in you now," Beatrice placed a hand on Tobias's chest.

"As I have mentioned to you many times before, that it is only because you have bought that out of me, dearest Tris," Tobias cupped Beatrice's cheek.

"Tris," Beatrice smiled.

"I have heard your family call you that and I thought it only fair that I shall as well."

"What makes you think that," teased Beatrice.

"Because I am your family now," Tobias pulled Beatrice's face slowly towards his. The depth in his voice began to compel her forward. As their lips met in a slow passionate build, Beatrice realized just how true it was. Beatrice and Tobias were a family now. They were their own family. It was that thought, moments of bliss and openness, a new freedom to explore one another that kept them in their room for days after their wedding.

That was the case with the two of them until Mr. Pedrad came to call upon his friend.

It was soon time for Shauna and Ezekiel's turn to exchange their vows. Mrs. Hannah Pedrad had traveled to Abnegation with a few other distant relations for her son's wedding. She displayed sincere regret at not being able to travel sooner for Tobias' wedding. Tobias presented his wife to a woman whom he had called a mother figure for him and Mrs. Pedrad was joyous over Tobias finally finding a woman who could both make him happy and frustrate him.

Mrs. Pedrad's love for Shauna seemed almost instant upon their meeting. Hannah enjoyed Shauna's sweet and pleasing nature and also realized the same as she did with Beatrice. Both of the sisters were so much the same in nature to their respective husbands that she knew their marriages would be well.

"I have three daughters married," proclaimed Mrs. Prior upon sitting to have the dreaded lunch with Mrs. Pedrad.

Beatrice sighed immediately, hoping that this would bring reproach upon Shauna in front of her future mother in law. However, Mrs. Pedrad was the least bothered by it. Hannah and Natalie became close friends and were hoping for grandchildren almost immediately.