Tobias gazes harshly at Marcus and Ethan who are still standing nearly nose-to-nose, menacingly staring each other down. I'm confused by the scene unfolding in front of me. What are they doing here? I momentarily wonder if Tobias forgot to tell me he invited his father and Evelyn's lover to his mother's memorial service but it seems rather unlikely.

"Did you invite them?" I squeak, my voice high with anxiety. I ask the question knowing full well what the answer will be. They obviously found out about today's events somehow and invited themselves even though neither one of them is wanted here.

"No." Tobias recovers from the shock of seeing the unwanted guests and drops my hand. He walks through the invited guests to where Marcus and Ethan are facing off and asks, "What's going on here? Why are you here?" They don't move and don't take their eyes off each other. "I expect an answer." He's playing the part of Four well on a day he shouldn't have to. I walk up beside him and put my hands on my hips like my mom does when something really displeases her.

"Ethan Black!" I forcefully say. He finally tears his eyes away from Marcus and looks at me. "Four asked you a question. What in the hell are you doing here? You of all people were not invited."

"I need to be here," he says indignantly. "You know how much I loved her. She was my world. I've been lost without her. I need to say goodbye." The nerve of this man. Does he even know how wrong this is? I glance in Jeffrey and Laurel's direction and wonder if they have an opinion about their birth father staying. I study their faces carefully and think that embarrassment is the prevailing emotion I see. They're so lucky to have the Walsh's. I sigh.

"Yes, I know how you felt about my mother-in-law but that doesn't give you the right to just show up," I say. "You could have called me or Four and asked if it was alright to attend her memorial service."

"You would have said no," he grumpily says. I'm immediately taken aback. The stubbornness that Tyler has just recently began to show is a trait Ethan Black exhibits freely in this moment. For the first time since I met my adorable Tyler, I see his biological father in him.

"You have no idea what we would have said because you didn't give us a chance to think about it," I say.

"You're right," he says. "I'm sorry." You should be.

"Does Ellie know where you're at?" Tobias hatefully spits. Ethan Black is without a doubt the one man I know who Tobias hates. For as much distrust he has for his father, Marcus is his father, and he loves him on some level, although I know there are days he wishes he could hate him. Ethan glares at Tobias momentarily before remembering his Abnegation teachings. He bows his head and ignores Tobias' question. That poor woman. At least she grew a backbone for one day and made sure Tyler ended up with the parents who truly loved him and not with the man who was just looking for a way to hang on to his murky past.

"Marcus?" I say, turning my attention to my father-in-law. When he looks my way his expression softens, and I furrow my brows at him. I don't trust his newfound self-awareness. Something I can't put my finger on tells me he's playing us. "Why are you here?"

"Beatrice, I came to pay my respects to the only woman I ever loved, my wife and mother of my son," he says sounding sincere. "Like I told you and Four earlier, I can't change what I did in the past but I want us all to have a brighter future. I would like to stay if you would allow it, son. Perhaps your mother is looking down on us right now in hopes that we can put our past behind us." Tobias looks at his father, legitimate distrust in his haunted eyes. He looks from Marcus to Ethan and back then sighs. I think he's going to say something to them but he turns and walks over to his brother and sister who are waiting with their family.

"Hi guys," he says. "Do you mind if my father and Mr. Black stay for the service? If their presence here is too disruptive, I can make them leave."

"I'm fine with them staying," Jeffrey says. "What about you, Laurel?"

"It's okay with me," she says, sweet as can be. He nods at them then returns to where Marcus and Ethan are standing. Thankfully now they are looking anywhere but at each other. Maybe they're embarrassed but I doubt it.

"You're both welcome to stay," he says. "I have absolutely no idea why but she loved you both at one point in time. But remember this, today is about her … for her. It's not about either of you. If you make another scene, you will be asked to leave, and I won't be nice about it either." He moves away from our uninvited guests to those who were, and says his hellos. I must say I'm fairly shocked at who all is standing around us. Besides Jeffrey, Laurel, and their adoptive parents and brother, there is Edward, Myra, Drew, Molly, and several factionless I've never seen before. I'm even more surprised that Edward and Myra appear to be together once again as evident by their joined hands. The last time we saw him, he told us that he and Myra had broken up. I walk up beside Tobias, and he puts a protective arm over my shoulder.

"Hello, Edward, Myra" I say. "It's nice to see you again."

"Good morning, Tris. I was just thanking Four for today's invitation," Edward says. "You didn't have to do that but I for one am glad you did."

"You seemed to be closer to Evelyn than I was," Tobias says. "Tris and I talked it over. It seemed like the right thing to do."

"Molly, Drew, I didn't know you knew my mother-in-law also," I say, trying to be civil.

"Oh, every factionless person knew Evelyn," Molly says. "She helped with the struggle of becoming factionless after Dauntless threw us out." She sounds bitter. Part of me wants to tell her that Dauntless has changed and that if we had been in charge last year then they would have had a place amongst the warrior faction but the greater part of me knows that she and Drew were not and are not the type of members Dauntless needs now so instead I decide to say nothing. From the corner of my eye, I see a man dressed in Amity colors approach us. He puts his hand on Tobias' shoulder and leans in to say something but it's too low for me to hear.

"I'll be right back, Tris," Tobias whispers in my ear, then he kisses my temple.

"Okay," I say to him. I watch him walk away with the carrousel operator.

"Can we call a truce, Stiff?" Molly asks. "I was caught up in Peter's spell and his quest to be 'king' of Dauntless," she says putting air quotes around the word king. "I lost sight of who I was and who I wanted to become. Evelyn made me see that." What the hell? Was she some sort of cult leader or guru? Why does everyone think that woman was a saint? Not me. I knew the real Evelyn Eaton. She was a hateful, vindictive woman who left her precious son with a monster to save herself. What kind of a mother does that? No, she was no saint, she was an evil witch. Nothing can ever be said to me to make me forgive her. She hurt Tobias, and if you hurt my Tobias you're nothing to me.

"Me too, Tris," Drew says. I see a ragged scar running along his left jawline from his ear to his chin and am reminded of why Myra left Edward. He nearly beat Drew to death. I wonder if this is a souvenir. "Let's put the past behind us." Funny, neither of them are actually apologizing for what they put me through during initiation but I guess I can be civil for one day. Although I do have a very strong desire to punch Molly in her not so pretty face and toss Drew from the top of the Ferris wheel, I decide to shake it off for now.

"Well, we only have to endure each other's company for today," I finally say. "I can put the past behind me this morning if you're both willing."

"Thanks," Molly says eying my expanding abdomen. "Married and a baby on the way. What a difference a year makes, huh, Stiff. How far along are you?" I sigh heavily so she can tell that I'm not happy with the unflattering moniker she continues to use for me.

"Almost 26 weeks," I say.

"When did you two start dating?" Drew asks. His question makes me uncomfortable but I don't know why. He could be making simple conversation but it seems like he's fishing for information. I can't help but wonder if they're up to something. When did I become so suspicious? Oh, yeah! Probably the multiple times people have tried to kill me in the past year.

"Just after initiation ended last year," I say being cautious.

"After? We saw you kiss him right after the rankings were announced," Molly says.

"I figured I might as well go for it, and I'm thankful every day that I took that chance," I say. Yeah, they're up to something, and I won't have my happiness in their hands. "It could have blown up in my face but luckily he liked me, too."

"I've told her several times that she's owned my heart from the moment she jumped into that net," Tobias says, coming up beside me. He sounds too much like Four even though his words are kind so I glance up at him, and he's glaring at Molly and Drew. "I had no idea she felt the same way about me until she kissed me right there in the middle of the cafeteria. It was my lucky day. Does that answer your questions?" They both shy away from Tobias' powerful gaze, and I can't help my smirk.

"Hi, Beatrice, Four," Laurel says, coming up to our side. I turn my back on my old initiate rivals.

"Hi, Laurel," Tobias and I say at the same time. She runs her eyes over Edward, Myra, Molly, and Drew who are all dressed mainly in Dauntless black but with splashes of the other faction colors revealing their factionless status to the city.

"How are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm fine," she says. "A little sad though." She wrinkles her nose up, and it takes my breath away momentarily. Tessa makes that exact same face. "I was hoping Tyler and Tessa would be here."

"They're with their grandparents," Tobias says. "Tyler is too little to understand what's going on today, and Tessa's just a baby. I wouldn't want today's events to stress them out."

"Laurel," her mother softly says coming to our sides, "I would feel better if you would come over with Daddy and me." She looks hesitantly toward the factionless that have gathered not that far away. Tobias, Laurel, and I move to where her father and brothers are patiently waiting.

"Mr. and Mrs. Walsh, Four and I are meeting my parents at the city park tomorrow. Would you be opposed to Jeffrey and Laurel stopping by so they could spend some time with Tyler, Tessa, and Four?"

"If they want to go, I won't stop them," Mrs. Walsh says.

"Thanks, Momma," Laurel says. "I look forward to getting to know my brothers and sister better."

"I'd like that, too," Jeffrey says.

"I wanna go, too," their little brother, Aaron, says.

"Aaron can come also, if you don't mind," Tobias says.

"Please, Momma," Aaron says. "I wanna go, too."

"We'll see," she says.

"I'm sorry for the delay," Tobias says, addressing Mr. and Mrs. Walsh. "We'll be starting after I have a quick word with my wife." The entire family respectfully bow their heads at us before we turn and walk away.

"Was everything okay with the misfits?" Tobias asks as he looks towards the small crowd of factionless. Misfits! That's a great name for them.

"They were asking questions," I say. "It's possible they were just making small talk but something didn't seem right. As you could tell they were questioning when we started dating."

"Just Molly and Drew, right?"

"Yeah," I say. "We should probably get this underway. The natives are getting restless." I notice all eyes are on the two of us.

"Is it too late to change my mind and cancel?" he asks.

"You'll be fine, Tobias Eaton," I say. "Say goodbye to your mom. You need this, baby. I love you."

"I love you, too," he says, leaning over to give me a quick, tender kiss.

"Can I have everyone's attention?" Tobias says and everyone quiets down and looks his direction. He's standing stiffly in front of the carrousel holding the small box that holds half of Evelyn's ashes. He doesn't like what he deems unnecessary attention, and I can hear the nervousness in his voice, although I'm confident no one else can.

"We're here to celebrate the life of my mother, Evelyn Johnson Eaton. She wasn't perfect … far from it in fact but she was my mother. Every relationship has its fair share of good times and bad, unfortunately for us the bad outweighed the good. I was very young when my mother left me. I was misled for years and told she had passed away during childbirth. I mourned her loss and that of my baby sisters every day for seven years until one day nearly three years ago when Evelyn showed up very much alive. You see, my mother chose to leave me, to put her needs above that of her own flesh and blood. Part of me cannot fault her for that decision but the bigger part of me hated her for it and pushed her away. Seven short months ago we reconnected under unusual circumstances, and I got to know the woman who gave birth to me all over again. Secrets and lies were revealed, and I can honestly stand here right now and say that I didn't like Evelyn Johnson Eaton, the woman, for so many reasons that don't need to be listed here today.

"But even after all that … I loved her very much. I didn't think I did … I didn't want to, but my beautiful wife, Tris, made me see that I do. When I was a youngster, I viewed my mother as the only beckon of light in the rocky, unpredictable sea that was my childhood. I fondly remember her bringing me to this very place to let me be a normal little kid for a few wonderful hours every couple weeks. She taught me how to turn special everyday moments, like gazing upon my sleeping daughter's peaceful face or hearing my son's magical laugh or staring into the eyes of my one true love and turn them into a precious lifetime memory. Later when we reconnected, she gave me a beautiful, selfless gift that is very precious to me – my two oldest children Tyler Aaron and Tessa Beatrice. For that I will always be grateful to her.

"We may not have had a storybook relationship but I do miss her every day. So, to honor my imperfect but cherished mother I'm spreading her ashes in a place we enjoyed together, the carrousel." Tobias turns around and we step onto the carrousel along with all our other guests. The operator flips a switch, and it slowly starts to turn. Tobias kneels down and unhurriedly empties the contents of the box, and we watch the particles drift on the wind until they all settle in their final resting place. Tobias and I sit on a refurbished pale green and blue ornate bench. He looks down at me on the verge of tears. I knew today was going to be hard for him. I pull him into my arms and he lies his head on my shoulder. He silently sobs into my neck for the remainder of the peaceful ride.

"Are you okay?" I quietly ask him before we exit the ride.

"I will be," he says. "Thank you for being here with me. I know you didn't like her but thank you for allowing me to love her."

"She was your mom," I say. A bad one but that's beside the point. "Of course you love her. I'm glad you finally admitted it to yourself so that you can grieve properly."

"I love you," he says.

"I love you," I say. He grasps my face between his large, caring hands and kisses me tenderly. He smiles when he lets me go.

After we exit the ride we go to the same tent where our wedding reception was held. We sit around listening to many heartfelt stories and humorous anecdotes about Evelyn from each of our invited and uninvited guests. People truly loved that woman. I still have a hard time understanding. After a couple hours, a simple catered lunch of baked barbeque chicken, cheesy twice baked potatoes, seasoned green beans, and fresh fruit salad in an orange-vanilla sauce is served. Once the meal is over, we send the leftovers with Edward and his merry band of misfits, and the factionless scatter.

"Will we see you at the park tomorrow, Jeffrey and Laurel?" Tobias asks. "I'd really like to get to know you both better."

"We'll be there," Jeffrey says. "And we're bringing Aaron, too, if it really is okay with you."

"Of course," I say. "That's fine."

"There's something I'd like to talk to you two about while Tyler isn't around," Tobias says, peaking my interest. "Since the adoption, he looks at me as his Daddy and not his brother, and he looks at Tris as his Mommy. I don't want to confuse him by introducing you as his brother and sister. I'll be introducing you as his uncle and aunt. I hope you understand why."

"I'm an aunt?" Laurel squeals.

"Laurel," her mother warns and she remembers herself.

"Yes, Laurel, you are an aunt," I say, "but not only to Tyler and Tessa but to this one also." I rub my hand over my tummy. She smiles brightly at me then looks at her mom.

"We need to be getting home," Mr. Walsh says.

"Thank you for letting Jeffrey and Laurel be here today," Tobias says nodding respectfully at his siblings' parents.

"Of course," he says. "We're sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," Tobias says. We watch as the obviously close-knit family exits the tent leaving us with Marcus and Ethan. Ethan gets up from the table he's been sitting at and approaches us.

"I thought maybe Tyler and Tessa would be here," Ethan says. Suddenly, I'm doubly thankful that my children are with my parents.

"We thought it would be too painful for Tyler," I say. "He's very confused about his feelings for Evelyn and no offense to you, but just the mention of your name sends him into hysterics, and I'm not going to do that to him anymore. He's my son."

"I didn't mean to offend you, Beatrice," he says.

"It's Tris," I forcefully say. I don't like hearing my given name on his tongue. It makes me feel unclean. "Why are you still here? You said some nice thing about the mother of the majority of your children, the woman who is not your wife. You spent some time with Jeffrey and Laurel. Why don't you leave?" I expect Tobias to say something but he just looks at Ethan Black also.

"I'm sorry I've caused any pain for you today," he says. "That was not my intention. I'll go. I do wish one day that I could see my son and daughter again." What did he just say? I open my mouth but Tobias stands up and interrupts me. He gets dangerously close to Mr. Black. I feel like I should do something but I'm paralyzed with uncertainty.

"I appreciate that you inserted your penis into my mother's vagina and made many children," he states simply, indifferently. "That being said, if you ever dare refer to my children as your son and daughter again, I will remove your tongue. Am I making myself understood? You are nothing more than the sperm donor. I am the only father they will ever know. I am the man who holds them when they cry. I am the man who comforts them when they're scared or hurt. I am the man who cares for them when they're sick. I am the man who loves them unconditionally not only when it's convenient for me." He takes a menacing step closer and Ethan Black flinches. "Are. We. Clear?"

"Yeah," Ethan whispers then turns and nearly sprints out of the tent. I can see Marcus sitting at the opposite end of the long banquet-style table not saying a word. He's staring at Tobias. I wonder what's going through his mind right now.

"Thank you for allowing me to take part today," he says. "I never apologized for lying about your mother. I have no excuse. It was wrong. All I can say is I was angry and bitter when she left. I understand fully why she did it. I was horrible to her but to this day I don't understand why she left you. I know she loved you. She loved you more than anything. Sometimes I was jealous of that." He bows his head. "Yet another thing I'm ashamed of."

"You said some nice things about her today," Tobias quietly says after we've sat in awkward silence for a time. "Thank you. Um, Tris and I need to be getting home. We have a party to get ready for."

"It was nice seeing you both," he says. Tobias holds his hand out to me, and I take it. He helps me to my feet then looks back at his father but doesn't say anything. I see the clear distrust on his face and wonder if Marcus can see it too.

"Goodbye," Tobias says then pulls me from the tent. I look over my shoulder and see the staff from The Crystal Gardens come into the tent to clean up. Marcus is still sitting there. I sigh. "Thinking about my father?"

"Yeah," I say. "He has me so … confused."

"I still don't trust him," he says.

"Tobias, I will never trust him. He tried to erase us and handed me over to Peter. That's unforgivable. Part of me wants to tell you never to trust him, to run as far from him as you possibly can, but I can't do that. He's your father. All I want is for you to be happy," I say. We stop in front of the passenger door, and he puts his hands on either side of me, leaning in.

"Yes, Marcus Eaton is the man who gave me life but it takes more than that to be a father." We stare longingly into each other's eyes.

"Sperm donor, huh?" I ask.

"That's right, sperm donor," he says with a grin. He gives me a quick, powerful kiss before he pulls away and opens my car door for me.

"How are you feeling?" I ask. The ride back to Dauntless has been quiet. Even though I feel the need to talk, I've left him alone with his thoughts. "If you're not up for a party tonight, I understand." He looks at me across the close confines of the car and a blissful smile spreads across his face that lights him up from the inside out. He's very handsome but in these unguarded moments of joy, he is breathtaking.

"I'm good," he says. "A party with all our friends and whoever else Uriah and Zeke invited is just what I need today." At the mention of his best friend, his cheeks flush a soft pink while I know I blush bright red but neither of us mention it. Too embarrassing. "Thanks again for standing by me today."

"Where else would I be?" I ask. "You're my husband. By your side is where I belong and where I want to be."

"Every day I'm surprised by the fact that I'm more in love with you because each day I feel that there's no room for my heart to expand but then I wake up the following day and find that I love you that much more. You amaze me," he says as he parks the car in the underground parking garage. I unbuckle my seatbelt as he takes his off. We both turn in our seats facing each other. We reach out for each other at the same time, and we hold each other close. I feel the familiar flames of desire ignite deep inside when his lips gently meet mine. He kisses me tenderly until it deepens and my body is yearning for the feel of his.

"Take me home," I say against his parted lips.

"Anything you want," he breathes. He gives me another passionate, heated kiss then lets me go. We hurry out of the car and rush hand-in-hand up the crowded path to our apartment. The minute we lock our door behind us we're in each other's arms, enthusiastic, engulfing kisses overwhelming us. I close my eyes and luxuriate in the feeling of his kisses when he takes his mouth off mine and moves it to my neck.

"The kids aren't here," I moan breathlessly.

"I know," he roughly says against my ear.

"Any surface in our apartment is fair game," I huskily say. He stands straight and looks down at me, his eyes glazing over with lust. "We can make love on the couch," I go up on my tiptoes and kiss the tip of his nose, "or the hallway floor," I run my tongue up his neck and kiss his right ear, "or how about the stairs." I press my body against his, teasing the hollow at the base of his neck, and I feel his rising excitement against me. "Then there's always the island and kitchen floor and bathtub and bathroom sink and powder room sink and…" I giggle freely as his mouth lands on mine. I expect it to be a hard, savage kiss but it's slow … soft … erotic. His tongue makes slow, sweet love to my mouth as his hands explore my body, and I melt further into him.

"You're so beautiful," he says into my ear. "What you do to my body." His words arouse me, and I take his hand and pull him to the sofa.

"I think I want you on the couch," I say as I push him down onto the soft cushions. He sits a little straighter as I straddle his lap.

"I like having you in dresses," he says as he unhurriedly runs his hands up and down my bare thighs. "Easy access." He chuckles at this little joke but I can't. The feel of his hands moving over my suddenly overheated skin has me gasping for air.

"I love you," I say as I move myself as close as I can to my loving, sexy husband. I'm pressing my growing belly into his hard abs, and every time Peanut moves, I'm confident he can feel her, too. "I love how you make me feel. I love how you feel. You're so hot and hard. I just can't get enough of you. I want to feel your body on mine. You make me feel sexy and wanted. I know it's just the pregnancy making me want you like this. No, baby, that's not what I…" Tobias's mouth crashes hard into mine, essentially shutting me up, and the rambling thoughts that were clouding my mind evaporate. I kiss him back just as enthusiastically feeling wanton, brazen.

"No more foreplay," he roughly says against my mouth. Foreplay? What foreplay. "I want to be inside you." My body tingles with anticipation at his words. He puts his hands firmly on my backside, stands up, turns around, and gently sits me on the couch. He kneels on the floor between my outstretched legs and pulls me to the very edge of the cushion so that I'm half sitting, half lying on the couch. He leans over me and slowly lowers his mouth to mine. A breath hitches in my throat when I feel his hands on my legs once again. As his lips and tongue are moving perfectly coordinated with mine, he's grasping my panties with both hands and lowering them down my legs and off my body. Then he leisurely travels his calloused fingertips from the tips of my toes up my ankles, across my shins, up over my knees, and across my thighs.

I gasp, breaking our kiss when I feel him, hard, hot, and throbbing, at my entrance. He takes my hands in his, lacing our fingers together and puts one hand beside my head and the other next to my hip. We both moan as he flexes his hips, pushing himself into me achingly slowly.

"Damn you're so tight," he hisses when he's fully inside of me. He hovers over my body not moving, staring down into my eyes, a look of joyous exultation on his face when we're one. I think I like this position. It reminds me somewhat of my favorite, him on top staring deeply into my eyes, giving me all his weight. He leans down and kisses me softly, nibbling my bottom lip before leaning back. Then he begins to move. He unhurriedly slides back until we almost part then as he thrusts forward into me as I lift my hips to join his. We both moan deeply at the wonderful feeling. This is what love feels like. We stare into each other's eyes, our pace measured. The sensual rhythm carrying me closer to ecstasy.

"I love you," he says as he increases the speed marginally. My hips rise to meet each of his deliberate, powerful, yet steady thrusts.

"I love you, Tobias," I lament, my voice thick with the intense, crushing desire I feel for him. "You feel so good inside me." He keeps the pace unrushed, restrained wanting to prolong our experience. He leans over and places adoring kisses on my temples, jawline, neck, ear, and finally my lips. I feel my insides start to quiver as his breathing hitches and his strokes become shorter and more rushed as we move as one toward shared paradise. I cry out the name of the man I love as my body is overtaken by uncontrollable shuddering contractions just as he stills his thrusts and empties his love deep inside of me. I release his hands hoping I did no permanent damage when I tightly squeezed them through my release and drag him close to me. He pulls me off the couch so that I'm straddling his lap, still joined, and we let our breathing return to normal. I lift myself off him and move back a little, making room for my tummy. I immediately feel more comfortable. I rest my head against his shoulder for a while relishing the feel of his arms around me. Impatient knocking at our front door pulls us from our reverie. We try to ignore it but after they knock again, we think it might be important. I sigh and get off his lap.

"Just a minute," he calls out. I slide my panties back on while he straightens his clothes. I walk to the door and look at Tobias. He winks then nods. I open the door to a very distraught Zander and Stella.