The Divergent Games

Wedding Dresses

Four and a half months pass and today I have to try on a bunch of wedding dresses so the people in the Capitol can pick which one they want me to wear to mine and Tobias' wedding. Which is stupid because I would really like to be able to pick out my own wedding dress. Though, Amar is designing and making all of them so they're probably all going to look amazing. My prep team, Amar, Portia, Tori and a camera crew are all on their way here, to Twelve, from the Capitol right now. Their train should arrive in about an hour. So I'm just spending the morning in pyjamas.

The Quell is being announced in two weeks and the reaping is four weeks after that, then there is a week of training and interviews before the tributes are plunged into the Arena. And I'm not pregnant. To be completely honest we haven't even tried. I know it was a warning, and that if we don't get pregnant then he will threaten the people we care about, but it's just too much pressure at the moment. And we're still mourning over our first child. We always will. But if David's planning something I really don't want to get pregnant.

Tobias walks over to me with a smile on his face.

"So, I'm going to spend the day with the boys since I'm not allowed to see your wedding dress until the big day. Have fun. If you need me just send someone to find me. I'll get some fresh bread from the bakery for tonight." I smile at that. Tonight we are going to do a toasting. We didn't really want to wait any longer. We wouldn't be legally married, but we'd feel it. We have to wait for the Capitol wedding to be legally married.

"Okay, see you later. Love you."

"I love you, too." I peck his lips and he leaves the house. My parents and sister are at home today to help out when needed. Also Rose really wants to see my dresses so mum allowed her this one day off school.

...

Phew, I have finally tried on all twelve dresses. I was right. They are amazing. Each and every one of them. But having to have my hair and make-up done twelve times and having to get into twelve large-ish dresses has tired me out. The camera crew have all packed and left. Tori, Amar and my prep team are going to be staying with Bud, who is surprisingly sober, until the reaping.

My parents, and Rose, are spending the night back at our old house, with Caleb, since they know Tobias and I are doing a toasting. Caleb hasn't really talked to us much still. And he hasn't been a good brother. One time when I did talk to him he told me that he was glad my baby died because I shouldn't have been pregnant anyway. I shouldn't even be having sex according to him, but I know for a fact that he's done it with our next door neighbour Susan quite a few times since they turned fourteen. I only had my first time when I was sixteen. I think they've even had a few pregnancy scares. But anyways, I cried a lot after that. I told the other three not to tell him about me and Tobias doing a toasting because he would probably come over and ruin it if he knew.

Tobias comes through the front door with a fresh loaf of bread in his hands. He is also now wearing different clothes from area, now he's wearing a black dress shirt with black jeans. I am wearing a white dress that goes to just above my knees and comes out at the waist. It's plain white, simple, but I like it. My hair is curled and left down. He comes over to where I am sitting, on a blanket, on the floor in front of the fireplace, and he sits in front of me, facing me.

"You look beautiful." He tells me.

"You look handsome." I reply.

We build a fire together and pick off lumps of bread, sticking them on skewers. We say our made up vows that tell the other how much we love them and how much we always will. Then we stick the lumps of bread into the fire, together, and eat them when they are toasted.

Then we share a kiss of passion, and love, and lust. It gets hungrier and hungrier. I know where it's leading but I don't stop it. I don't want to stop it. I love him. He loves me.

So I don't.

And that night is one of the best nights of my life.

...

After consummating our toasting we went upstairs to bed, just in case my family came home early and caught us there, on the floor, naked. We just slept in each other's arms until the next morning. And it was peaceful. No nightmares. Just good dreams.

I wake up to the sound of my parents and Rose entering the house. I look at the clock on the nightstand and see that it is ten in the morning. This is the longest I've slept in for a while. I never usually sleep this long.

Tobias stirs next to me and opens his eyes. He smiles brightly when he sees that I am awake.

"Good morning." He says gruffly.

"It is a good morning, isn't it?" I laugh. "I'm going to speak to my family and get something to eat. We missed dinner last night so I'm hungry."

"Okay. I'll take a shower and meet you down there."

I nod and get out of bed. I put on some black fabric shorts and one of Tobias' smaller t-shirts before going down stairs.

They all sit in the kitchen and they grin when they see me.

"How was last night?" Rose asks, curious as ever.

"Amazing. How was Caleb?"

"Annoying. Moany. Boring. Everything that he usually is." Rose says as I sit across from her and take a blueberry muffin from the middle of the table. And it's still warm.

"They're fresh. Right from the bakery." Mum explains.

I start eating right away and it tastes so good.

Rose is looking at me as if asking me a question, but I don't know what she's asking. As far as I know she hasn't told our parents about President David's threat. Then I realise what she's asking me. She's asking me if we tried for a baby. Did we? Yeah, we did. We knew we had to try at least once and if it doesn't work out we can just tell them I've been having some problems since the miscarriage and we'd have to wait a little while. I just hope that if I do get pregnant then everything works out and I can actually get a baby out of it.

I would be holding a two month old baby in my arms now if it weren't for David. I would have my little boy or girl. I have to say that I really want a boy who looks exactly like Tobias. And I know he wants a little girl who looks exactly like me. But I also know that we don't mind either way so long as the baby is healthy.

I nod at her and continue eating my muffin. I see her smile a little bit before eating her own.

Tobias enters with wet hair and a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt on. He sits next to me and grabs a muffin, kissing my cheek before actually taking a bite out of it.

We dive into a random conversation. Talking. Laughing. Eating. Drinking some orange juice.

Like a family.