A Different Divergent: A Better Tomorrow

~sixty-two~

Chapter 62

A/N: Bolded lyrics "Yours" by Russell Dickerson. Second song mentioned "Die a Happy Man" by Thomas Rhett.

"Where are you taking me, Tobias Eaton?" I ask for the tenth time this evening. I know he's taking me someplace outside the main city but I have no idea where, and he's being frustratingly silent on the subject as I sit blindfolded and pouting in the front seat of our car. I try to determine the direction we're going by feeling the sun on my face but he's made so many twists and turns that I've lost track. I swear he has us driving in circles on purpose just to annoy me. I let out a loud, irritated sigh, and I know his amused eyes are on me.

"You're just going to have to wait and see, love. It's a surprise," he says. It's obvious that there's a mischievous smile on his face, and even though I can't see it, I can hear it.

"Baby, why won't you just tell me?" I pout after we've both been silent for what seems like hours.

"It's. A. Surprise," he slowly says like maybe he's unsure I'll understand if he speaks more quickly. "You'll like this. No, you'll love it ... I promise."

"How much longer?" This time he sighs.

"Now I know where your son gets it."

"Our son, Mr. Eaton." He chuckles as the car slows to a stop. "Are we here?"

"Yes, love, we're here," he says. I move my hands up to take the blindfold off but he stops me. "That stays on. We might need it later." I hear the sharp intake of breath before I realize I take it.

"I thought you didn't plan any sex," I say, suddenly sounding breathy and needy. I feel his breath on my skin, and I moan softly as he brushes my hair to the side and kisses my neck.

"I didn't," he whispers, his soft, moist lips grazing my ear. "But a blindfold might be fun." Then just as suddenly as he is near, he's gone. He gets out of the car and soon is opening my door for me. He takes my hand and helps me up. I jump when I feel his hand against the small of my back and hear his nearly inaudible chuckle. "I want you to be careful and watch your step."

"I can't see anything," I mumble.

"You know what I mean, love," he says. I can tell he's shaking his head at me. Leaving his left hand on my back, he pulls me against his side and takes my right hand in his. It reminds me of the extremely old fashioned dances that couples did when they were courting and not supposed to touch one another that I've seen in some period movies I've made Tobias watch with me. "I'll lead you where we're going." We walk forward, the light pressure of his hand on my back telling me which way to go. He diligently tells me when to step over things and when to be extra careful. "Okay, there are some stairs here in front of you. We'll go up them one at a time." After going up the five or six stairs, I can tell that we enter a building of some sort but I'm at a loss as to where we are until he sees fit to take this damn blindfold off. He positions me just so then says, "Close your eyes, love, and don't open them until I say so."

"You're bossy."

"And you are a little whiny," he says. "Keep them closed. Okay?"

"Okay," I pout. He unties the blindfold and draws the silky material across my skin, sending a shiver down my spine, kisses my neck, then walks away from me. I think that's the sash of my robe.

"You can open your eyes, love." I take a deep, calming breath and slowly lift my eyelids to reveal a magnificent sight. Standing before me is Tobias with a single pink rose in his hand. Behind him is a makeshift bed of sorts covered in soft white linens piled high with pink, pale purple, and soft white pillows of varying shapes and sizes. Scattered across the bed and floor of the - where are we? I finally look around and see that we are in a train car, which is stopped somewhere near the fence - train car are hundreds of rose petals and dried flowers of the same color scheme. Hanging from the ceiling are hundreds of twinkle lights. I can't wait to see what they look like in the dark. I bet it'll look like a clear, starry night. On the bench is a picnic basket filled with what smells like takeout from the Italian restaurant in town.