***I DO NOT OWN THE DIVERGENT SERIES

Chapter 5:

We get back to the apartment and I go straight to the master bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I look the same, but I feel very different. I wont be Beatrice Prior anymore. I'll be Tris Eaton. My heart flutters. In comes Tobias.

"Hello, future Mrs. Eaton."

I smile.

"Hello, Mr. Eaton." I stand on my tippy toes and kiss him while running my fingers through his hair. He picks me up and carries me back into the bedroom. My back hits the bed and a sharp pain sears through my shoulders, but ignore it. I focus all my energy on Tobias. He pulls of his shirt and I rub my fingers down his spine.

The night goes on…

I awake to an empty bed. Just me. I frown. I look to the bedside table and there is a note from Tobias.

Good morning, my love.

I had to go and volunteer in the control room,

How do you think I got the apartment?

I love you. I'll see you tonight.

REST!

-Tobias

I smile and put the note in my bedside drawer. My future husband wrote that note, I think to myself as I walk to the kitchen. I open the fridge, and to my surprise, it's stocked full with food. Milk, bread, orange juice: Things unheard of in abnegation, are now at my fingertips.

I hear a knock at the door. I walk over to the door and peak through the peep whole—its Christina in pajamas carrying a bottle of wine.

"Tris! It's me! Open up!" She bangs louder.

I finally open the door.

"God! What took so long!" She walks in.

"Good morning to you, too." I giggle.

"Ugh. You're so lucky. My apartment compared to yours is a piece of shit."

"I have to give the credit to Tobias."

She looks at me and stops in her tracks.

"Tris…what is that?" She grabs my hand and stares at my ring. Her mouth turns into a giant smile.

"I'm getting married!" I yell. She screams and we both jump up and down.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Your getting married! And I'll be the maid of honor, of course!"

"Of course!" I reply laughing.

"I can't believe it! Tris Eaton. God, I need to marry a hunk too."

She blushes.

"What are you hiding!" I yell at her, still laughing.

"Me and Mathew…we're like a thing."

"Oh my gosh! No way."

"Yes way."

We both plop on the couch, overwhelmed with excitement, and open up the bottle of wine.

"It's ten in the morning and we are already drinking."

"Well… we have a lot to celebrate! Do you have anything to eat? If not, I'll be drunk after the first glass!" she laughs.

"Yes. What to you want?"

"Crackers or something."

I get some crackers and hand them to her, the plop back onto the couch.

"You want a tour?"

"Nah, Tobias already gave us a tour. He was too excited to contain himself." She smirks.

I laugh. My Tobias.

"Yea…he's at work, I guess."

"Yea, if you want an apartment and food, that's what you have to do." She smiles.

"Oh Tris, I missed you. It feels great to hang out and chill, instead of invading headcounters and going missions and shit. Thank God you didn't die." She laughs, I smile.

We talk much longer about everything. The wine starts to get to us, so we fall asleep.