Tobias's POV:

"...since then I've been trying my best to make you live through it again. Hoping you would remember something, anything. There have been days when I just wanted to tell you everything, and it took a lot of control not to. Until I got angry and yelled those words at you today." I whisper, looking at her from my side of the bed.

Tris listened to every word I said, never interrupting me. I told her the full truth, not leaving anything to hide. It's well past midnight as we've been talking for hours. But her eyes are so bright, so alive, so beautiful. And she stares at me unblinking.

This all feels so surreal still. Not everything that happened to us. But that she's here with me right now, in our bed. How I long to reach over and pull her into me, kiss her lips and rest my head against her hair. But I won't, I won't do anything that will make her uncomfortable.

"Tobias..." She whispers, hearing the sound of my name on her lips is unlike anything else.

"Yeah?"

"I don't know what to say." She shakes her head. "I'm sorry for everything you had to go through."

"Tris, it's not your-" She shushes me, placing a finger over my lips.

"I'm sorry that you were in so much pain every day while I was oblivious to everything. I can't imagine how hard that must have been. And hearing you talk about us...I don't know what to feel. All I know is that I want to remember everything. I want my old life back." She says.

"That's all I really want, too. More than anything." I whisper. Her finger moves over my lip, tracing it lightly. "God, I wish I could kiss you right now." I say without realising I spoke out loud.

But the next thing I know is that Tris is leaning over to me, and she stares at me with a small smile before her lips touch mine. I stop breathing, the feeling of her soft lips on mine is incredible. I kiss her back eagerly, my fingers threading through her hair as I deepen it. A small part of me forgets that she doesn't remember, that everything is normal, and we're just laying in bed together like always.

It all disappears the moment she pulls away, our breaths mingling as our mouths hang open. Tris turns away, her eyes averting from mine as she bites her lip. It's so sudden that I'm left shocked. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment feeling and she doesn't want to kiss me. I clear my throat and turn to lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.

"I, I'm sorry. I just-" She begins.

"You don't have to explain yourself, Tris. It's okay." I tell her.

"No, I think I just saw something. In my mind. It was just a flash. But we were in this exact position, only difference is that we weren't wearing anything..." She trails off.

"Wow, you really saw that with just a kiss?" I smile, feeling the light of hope in me.

"Yeah. Um, was that...did we..." She stumbles over her words.

"I'd say most of our nights looked like that, baby. Many mornings, too." I grin.

Tris blushes deep red, her eyes moving down my body. I see her look at my arms, smiling a little to myself as she checks me out in the dark. I think back to when we used to make love, she always admired my chest and biceps, how she used to place kisses all over me. Even after she saw my back that first time, but that's another story.

"We should probably go to sleep. It's late." I murmur.

"You're right."

"Good night, Tris." I say, stopping myself from uttering the three words I usually say to her before falling asleep.

"Good night, Tobias." She whispers.

The next morning I wake up rested. I actually slept well, and after so long. I turn on my side to look at Tris, but the bed is empty next to me. Panic courses through my body and I jump out of bed, looking for her. Did she leave in the middle of the night? Maybe she thought this was too much to take. She probably doesn't even believe me.

I search for her upstairs before rushing downstairs into the kitchen, and that is where I find her. She didn't leave. Instead she's making me breakfast. The sight seems so normal yet so strange. Like the past few months never happened. Like the accident never happened. Like I woke up to find my wife casually moving around in the kitchen. Like so many times before.

Her eyes catch mine, and she gives me a small smile. She's in the same clothes as last night, and her hair is in a messy bun, a few strands escaping the hair tie and falling down her neck. She's so perfect.

"Hey, I woke up early and thought I'd make us some breakfast. I hope you don't mind." She bites her lip, making me go crazy.

"Mind? Tris, this is your kitchen, your home. You can do whatever you want. And honestly, this is a very nice thing to wake up to." I tell her honestly.

"Well, you can't cook. So someone has to make us breakfast." She jokes.

"Why do you think I was at the bakery every morning? That was the only way I could fill my stomach." I grin.

"Was that the only reason you visited?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Of course. But there was also a cute blonde I got to meet. She made my mornings better." I wink at her.

Tris smiles slightly, blushing. I walk closer to her, kissing her cheek. But she turns her head, brushing her lips with mine.

"Morning breath..." I murmur.

"I don't care." She says, making me grin against her mouth. I kiss her properly, holding her around her waist. Tris stands on her tiptoes and kisses me back, her arms around my neck. I pull her closer, brushing my tongue against hers, tasting her sweetness. A moan escapes her lips, and I feel a certain part of me stirring up. Pulling back a little, I look into her eyes. Her warm breath falls on my face, and I look at her lips.

"Tris," I begin, wanting to talk to her about something.

"Yeah?" She stares at me through her long lashes.

"I want you to know that if you're uncomfortable with, you know, kissing me...you don't have to. I understand that it's a lot for one person to take and-"

"Tobias, I already told you. I do know you as my boyfriend. And even though I don't have my memories, I know that I can trust you. And I want to kiss you." She insists.

Just as the words leave her lips, I move mine to hers. She trusts me. She wants to kiss me. She wants to stay here with me. I think that we're not far from where we used to be. I see real hope, real light at the end of the tunnel. And I feel genuine happiness. We can make this work.

A sudden beeping sound pulls us apart, startling us. I look toward the oven, which is blinking a red light. Then I look at Tris, amazed at her expert skills. How long has she been awake?

"I made blueberry muffins." She whispers nervously. God, she's so adorable. "I had to rummage through all the cabinets to find the ingredients. While also being quiet, I didn't wanna wake you."

"I wouldn't mind being woken up to my wife making delicious breakfast." I smile, watching her reach for the oven mitts.

Tris turns to look at me when I call her my wife, an unfamiliar look on her face. She then takes the small tray out, letting it cool by the stove. It smells absolutely wonderful.

"Can you get the milk from the fridge?" I do as she says, and soon we're sitting at the table enjoying the delicious breakfast. I've missed this so much. I've missed her so much. My eyes keep moving to her, watching her. I know I'm staring a lot, but she doesn't seem to mind.

"So, what do you wanna do today? I'm free for anything." It's a Sunday, but even if I had work today, I'd skip it without a second thought. Nothing's more important than Tris. "Andrew said the doctor's appointment was at 5. So we could do something before that."

"I don't really know what to do." She sighs. "Do you have more pictures of us? Any photo albums?"

"Of course!" We finish with our breakfast and decide to shower. I insist on cleaning up the kitchen while she goes upstairs. I can't cook but I can certainly clean. It's the least I can do.

My thoughts are on Tris as I hear the water running upstairs. We used to take our showers together, spending time under the hot stream cleaning each other. And also doing a few extra activities. My pants grow tighter as I think about it, the steamy and sweaty and breathy air surrounding us.

I clear my throat and finish my task, slowly going upstairs. Tris is done with her shower, and I catch a glimpse of her bare legs as she steps inside the closet to get dressed.

Letting out a breath, I strip and go into the glass cabin. Looking down at myself, I decide it's best to take a cold shower. It's been entirely too long since we've made love, for obvious reasons. And I'm never going to push Tris to do anything she doesn't want to. But I'm only a man, and I can't control my body around her.

Quickly going through my routine, I turn the water off, stepping out to dry my body. I wrap the towel around my waist and walk out of the bathroom. Tris is running a brush through her wet hair in front of the mirror in our room. She's dressed in a dark green dress that forms a bright contrast against her skin. Her golden locks fall down her back, a few drops soaking into her dress. She's stunning.

I see that she's also checking me out, just as blatantly as I am her. She bites her lip as her eyes travel over my body, stopping at my towel. Her whole face turns red, and she averts her gaze. I realise the cold shower was a waste, and I'm still hard for her. I'm tempted to drop the towel and let her see what she does to me, the depth of the effect she has on me. But I know it's wrong. So I silently walk into the closet to get dressed.

"This is from that one time we went out camping. It was so cold that night. And the blanket we had barely kept us warm. But it was still a great experience." I say, showing her the picture of us in the small tent.

"You don't enjoy enclosed spaces." She states and I'm taken aback.

"How'd you know?" I ask her.

"I don't know, I just knew. You also look very tense in the picture." She points out.

"Yeah, you tried your best to comfort me but it's just something that's always gonna bother me." I sigh.

Tris takes my hand in hers, squeezing it gently. She's still engrossed in the pictures when she pulls her legs up, folding them under her on the couch. That makes her thigh brush against mine, and I almost grab it, wanting to have my hand on her. Swallowing hardly, I try to keep my thoughts decent.

"That's all in this one." I tell her. "Now, the wedding album."

She takes the heavy book into her hands, slowly opening it. Her fingers brush over the pictures, and a sad smile forms on her face. I watch her as she looks at the photos of us, the best day of our lives. I can't imagine what it must feel like to her.

"August 24th." She reads out the date written at the end of the last page. "So last month we were married for two whole years?"

"Yeah." I whisper. "That was the day I took you to the park and gave you my awful attempt at chocolate covered strawberries. It wasn't exactly the celebration I had in mind, but it was something."

"Wait! That day was our anniversary? Oh god, now I understand why you..." She looks at me carefully, stopping herself.

"I was a mess from the moment I woke up. I'm sorry if I worried you that day." I say.

"You're sorry? Tobias, please be serious. You had every reason to be upset. Your wife who lost her memories, who forgot you...and you were all alone, on our anniversary!" She shakes her head.

"Hey, it's okay. We celebrated it wonderfully the first year. Not every year can be special, no?" I brush her hair away from her face.

"What did we do the first year?" She asks.

"I got us a cabin a few hours away from the city. We spent the whole weekend there." I smile, thinking back to that day.

Tris nods, returning her attention back to the pictures. Her mind seems a million miles away, the colour of her eyes changing from bright blue to a darker grey. She must be so overwhelmed right now.

"Can I ask you something?" She looks at me.

"Anything." I reply, wondering what's on her mind.

"You said you were never in any previous relationships. That I was your first."

"That's right. You were my first kiss, my first girlfriend, my first everything." I smile, I love the fact that we have shared all our firsts together.

"Why didn't you go for someone else? I mean, you could get any girl you wanted. And after I forgot everything, you could have..." The words shock me to the core. How could she think that way?

"I didn't go for anybody else because I don't want just anybody else, Tris. You are the one I want, the only one. I'm in love with you, completely. My heart belongs to you, whether you remember me or not. And I'll always love you, Tris. Even if you don't want me, I'll love you from a distance. How could I move on? Honestly, if I would have lost you that day...I wouldn't move on even after that. I had pretty much decided to join you if you never woke up." Tris lets out a gasp, her hand flying to cover her mouth.

"Tobias...you..." There are tears in her eyes, along with guilt. "I'm sorry. I just, I'm having trouble wrapping my head around the fact that you would go through so much for me." She shakes her head. "I never believed in real love. My parents' marriage was arranged, and they were together by default. They didn't choose each other. And I never had any view of what true love should be like."

"I know, baby. That was what you said in your vows, too. But know that I love you with every fibre of my being. I would never leave you." I cup her face, brushing my thumb over her cheek.

"Were you really going to...if I hadn't..." She asks with a shaky voice.

"There's no meaning to my life if you don't exist." I state simply.

Tris throws her arms around me, hugging me close to her. I feel the tears from her eyes falling onto my shirt. I hold her close, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair. I feel her slowly patch up the pieces of my heart that were broken. I just hope I can fill the gaps in hers, however long that takes.

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind and encouraging comments everyone! How'd you like this chapter? There's more to come!