***I NOT OWN THE DIVERGENT SERIES

Chapter 7:

Tobias called Christina to come over while he took Jason to the Bureau's confinement center. I tell her what happened. Even her eyes are deep with rage, but I'm more scared than mad, which is an unusual feeling. All my clothes are back on, now I'm wearing a jacket and my boots. I guess it's because they cover more skin. Tobias is beyond mad.

Tobias get back, then Christina leaves.

"Be careful." She waves then walks out the door.

Tobias comes to sit next to me on the couch. I clutch to his arm and rest my head on his shoulder.

"Tris…what happened?" he whispers, trying to contain his anger.

"I was locked out of the apartment. So, I had to go down to the office to get back into the apartment. Jason was the man who helped me back into the apartment. He was strange. But I didn't think he was that strange."

Tears start to gather in my eyes.

"Why did you leave the apartment? You had just fixed dinner."

I blush.

"I…I left to go buy some makeup." My eyes closed, embarrassed, all this for a black stick that lines your eyes. He smiles.

"Now, why was my Tris, going to buy makeup?" He looks down had me. My face turns even redder with embarrassment.

"I… I wanted to empress you. You said it looked good that night you where drunk."

He smiles, and then lets out a small laugh.

"Tris, you don't have to impress me. You already do."

I smile and then he kisses me.

"It's the thought that counts." I smile shyly.

"Was it me, or did I hear that you made Spaghetti?"

"I did." I smile.

"Well? What are we waiting for? Lets eat!"

I reset the table and we enjoy a bowl of spaghetti and a bottle of wine. We toast to the wine.

"To my beautiful future wife!"

"And to my handsome future husband!"

Our glasses clink together, then we smile, almost forgetting earlier.

I tell him about Christina and Mathew. I tell him about my chat with Evelyn. It's just him and me. Our table, our house, and my home cooked meal. This is the life I want.

After our meal, we head to our bedroom and we both change into our pajamas. Then I scoot into bed, then he does not long after me. He kisses my forehead.

"Goodnight. Sweet dreams." I curl up to him and lay my head on his shoulder.

"Sweet dreams." I reply. Then we slowly drift to sleep.