Candor or Dauntless

Epilogue

A/N: Epilogue. This chapter combines two books in a way. Message if you know what the other is.

"I do," says Tobias.

"And do you, Beatrice Prior, take Tobias Eaton as your husband to love, honor, respect, and care for him until death shall part?" asks Gus, the wedding director, and Tobias' former supervisor.

"I do."

"Well, I now pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Eaton! You may kiss the bride."

I don't know how long we kiss, but it must be a long time, because the crowd is getting impatient. We pull away, and as I am walking down the isle to go to the additional ceremony, I see Marcus in his seat with an angry look on his face. As we leave the room, I hear Tobias whisper, "I love you, Tris."

"I love you too," I reply.

*TIME SKIP 10 YEARS*

We are now standing in our new home in a world without factions. Me, Tobias, and little baby Rue. Just then the door bursts open, and Primrose runs inside.

"Hi mommy!" she says, a lot louder than she should have.

"Hi Prim," I reply. "How was the first day of first grade?"

She puts her backpack on the table, and reply's, "great!"

"That's great," says Tobias, just entering the room after giving Rue a bottle of milk.

It's just the four of us, standing in our kitchen. Me, Tobias, Rue, and Primrose. The perfect family.

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