(A/N-Special thanks to Bekki for beta reading this. And to those who read, reviewed, follow and fav this.)

For once Tris was silent. Yes, he was her husband, yes he was the father of their baby, but that didn't mean she was ready to move in with him.

Was she? Sure there was chemistry between them, but was that something to take a risk on?

"So, what do you say, Tris? Will you move in with me?" Four asked. "Share your life with me?"

In her mind it flashed of their night in Las Vegas, the things they did to one another...A deeply felt sigh escaped her.

"Why the sigh? What are you thinking?" Four asked, leaning close and gazing into her eyes. "Are you thinking of our night together?"

"No." Tris whispered. But the flaming in her cheeks gave her away.

"A child came of that night of passion. Were you ever going to tell me?" Four asked.

"I didn't know who you were,and I thought you were married as well," Tris answered.

He waved that aside. "You left before we had a chance to talk the next morning. If I hadn't taken over your brother's firm, I might have never known I had a child on the way, or been able to find my wife. I've had investigators and they kept coming up cold, seems that night at the hotel their cameras were down."

"We can't stay married. We don't know one another," Tris said.

"I know you better than any other man ever has," Four said quite confidently. He knew that night was special for them both, he could tell from her reaction to their lovemaking that it had totally consumed her in a way no one had ever made her feel. She also had made him feel like no other woman had even come close to.

There was a knowing look in his eyes, and she had put it there. "That was passion. One night doesn't count as a lifelong friendship."

"Knowing one another in the biblical sense was the beginning. We did talk that night before the alcohol hit both of us," Four reminded her. She couldn't argue that.

"May I touch your belly?" Four asked when she didn't say anything.

Tris just nodded. She watched as his hand closed over her bump. The electricity was still there when his hand touched her skin.

"Have you been sick again, my love?" Four asked as he stroked her cheek with his other hand in the most endearing way, it made her want to melt into his arms.

"A…a little." Tris answered.

Four bent down till he was eye level with her belly. "Don't make your mommy sick, my little one. She's doing her best to care for you, but now that I have found your mother, I'm going to take care of both of you," Four promised her as he looked up into her eyes.

Her eyes widened slightly as he stood back up to his height, she could feel his gaze on her and she couldn't stop herself from meeting his.

He gave her a slow, lazy grin. "Run away with me."

"What do you mean?"

"One call to my pilot and we can leave in an hour.."

"Are you going somewhere?"

"Sydney."

"Australia?"

"I'll be there a few weeks." He looked at her. "Come with me."

Tris stared at him, swallowed, tried to speak. He saw the yearning in her dark eyes.

Then her jaw tightened. Shaking her head, she said roughly, "It's a fantasy."

"Fantasies are meant to come true."

She gave a bitter laugh. "Maybe in your world."

"So come join my world."

He couldn't suppress the desire that blazed in him or the intensity of the need as he looked into her eyes. Slipping his hand from her belly, he touched her hip, then pulled her close to him. "These months without you has been too long", he murmured, wanting her as he'd never wanted another woman. He slowly started to lower his head, looking into her face until the very last second when their lips made contact.

He tasted her lips, her throat, while she stood still, trying to resist the pull between them. He could have told her it couldn't be done. The attraction was like gravity, pulling them into each other's orbits like double stars circling each other.

He pulled away from her, and placed a hand on his chest and stared at her as if under an enchantment. When he spoke, his voice was soft, deep, beguiling.

"Be still, my heart, tis naught

But a vision, an earthly delight wrought

From the yearnings of soul stricken

By loneliness of a most dismal sort."

Tris swallowed as emotion rose to her throat. "Very affecting. Did you make that up?"

He shook his head. "An obscure Lantanyan poet, lovesick for a woman denied to him."

"I've never felt like this before," Tris whispered.

"In love?" Four asked.

"Are you in love?" Tris asked.

"I am. I fell in love with you that wild, crazy night, Tris. It was like a spark igniting my heart, lighting a path to my very soul." Four admitted to her.

"That's how I feel. I can't explain it, and I told myself it was just the alcohol that made all that seem real that night. But when I saw you in Caleb's office, this feeling overcame me. I felt this bond between us as much as I didn't want to admit it,." Tris also admitted. "I never thought love at first sight was possible."

Four let out a small soft laugh. "So, does this mean we're going to give this marriage a real try?"

"On one condition," Tris said.

"Name it." Four said. He was going to win his wife, their precious baby. He was finally going to have the family he had hoped to have one day. Lily had told him it would happen to him and when it did it would turn his whole world upside down. Boy was she right!

"You can't tell our son or daughter how we met," Tris said.

Four smiled and laughed. "Fine, we'll tell them we met at a soccer game."

"There's just one problem," Tris said.

"What?" Four asked.

"Four, I don't know the first thing about soccer." Tris said.

Four smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. "I'll teach you everything you need to know. And you know my name."

"Tobias."