All for You.

Chapter 44 - Recipe for Disaster

Chapter 44 - Recipe for Disaster

— Tobias

I wake when I feel the bed shift. Blinking a few times, I begin to recall my surroundings as I sit up.

I hear Tris in the bathroom attached to our bedroom and suddenly I remember how Christina told me she had been throwing up a lot lately from the stress of the attack.

I stand, stretching my left arm and groaning from the pain in my right as I take a few steps.

"Tris?" I call, tapping my knuckle on the open door. "You alright, babe?"

She doesn't answer as she hurls over the toilet and I bend down next to her, rubbing a knot in her lower back.

She calms down after a minute or so and flushes the toilet. I wipe a stray tear from her cheek as she looks up at me, her back pressed against the wall.

"Can I get you anything?"

"Help me up." She holds out her arms and pulls herself up with just my left arm.

I pull her to my chest and she leans on me, her one hand on my chest while the other wraps around my left, uninjured side. "I've missed you," she mumbles into my shirt.

"I love you, Beatrice. I can't wait to call you mine for the rest of my life." I say and she looks up at me.

I move to press my lips to hers, but all I find is her fingers. 

"You don't want to do that," she chuckles, her voice small. "Let me brush my teeth first."

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"Are you sure you didn't want something more, well, Dauntless?" Josh asks sliding the papers across the table.

"No," Tris shortly responds, taking the pen from me once I finish struggling to write, with my non-dominate hand, my name and placing my signature on the line. I assume she does the same, for she clicks the pen and slides the papers back across the table.

I turn to her and take her hand in mine, slipping the simple gold band with a single diamond in the center that she chose on her ring finger.

I can see the happiness in her eyes: a sign that the smile on her face is not a lie. She takes hand in hers, slipping on my choice of a simple gold band as well.

"There you have it, then. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Eaton!" Josh pronounces and I press my lips to Tris's, my hand cupping her cheek.

"As your leader, here's this," he hands us a copy of the marriage papers in a folder. "And as your boss and friend," he pulls a small gift bag from under the desk. "Here's this."

We thank Josh for the gift and head on our way back to our apartment.

I assume Tris has no clue that Christina asked me to leave it unlocked when we left to go down to the main building this morning.

She holds onto my left hand somewhat tightly, and I notice her awkward gait as she walks.

I know better than to ask.
Of course her leg got re-injured somehow in the attack.

"I'm not sure when to take back Indy from Zeke," I make small talk as we walk. "I know it will be hard for me to handle him with one hand, so I'm going to let you make the call, because I don't want him jumping up on you with your bruise and leg either."