As soon as Four left the room, Eric jumped off the bed and headed straight to Max's office as fast as he could.

He wanted to see with his own eyes that Olivia was okay, but when he pushed the door open, Max was the only one in the room and his concentration broke at Eric's appearance.

If he wasn't mistaken, he thought he saw relief pass behind Max's eyes as he motioned for Eric to come in and sit down.

"What did you want to see me about?" He asked curtly. He wanted to find Olivia, not chit chat.

"Well, I can see you don't want to beat around the bush." Max smirked. "I want you to come back to Dauntless."

In his shock and confusion, Eric held his breath.

"Peter's out, he'll be tried for your mistreatment and so will his men and they'll most likely be sent to the Factionless where they belong, which means I have an opening in leadership and I want you to fill it." Max said.

"What about my charges? No one will allow me to come back after getting kicked out, it's against the rules." Eric said.

"I've found a loop hole that will allow it. If you've been proven innocent then the charges get dropped and you're free to come back." Max smiled at him.

Eric peered at him in suspicion. "But I'm not innocent."

"Well, according to Olivia you are. She's given a statement saying it was consensual." Max pushed a piece of paper at him and Eric picked it up.

It was true. Olivia's signature was underneath a statement depicting how they met secretly on the train and when she found out she was pregnant she decided not to tell Eric, but it was a misunderstanding on her son's part when he found out that lead to his arrest.

He wanted to know why she would do such a thing and asked, "Where is she? I want to talk to her."

Max leaned back, apprehension written on his face. "She went back to Amity not long after your release."

"Did you force her to leave?" Eric was angry, thinking they pushed her out so he would stay.

"No, she wanted to go before you saw her." Max replied.

His heart broke. She freed him from his forced exile and imprisonment only to abandon him after. Did she not think he would go back to them if he had a choice? Obviously not and he slammed his fist on the desk in anger.

Max didn't even budge from the physical release of fury and looked him square in the eye.

"You love her, don't you?"

Eric didn't bother answering, because it was obviously clear that he did.

"You know, Joanna's been keeping me in the loop of how you've been doing in Amity. On my request of course, not that she's had to with the rumors that keep spilling in here, and it would seem to me that you've prospered there. Would it really be that hard to be nice for a change and go back?"

Eric glared at him. He had made his decision the moment Max told him that she went home; there was nothing he could say to change his mind.

Linda was doing the dishes as Olivia sat outside staring at the painting of Eric and she could hear her mother's sniffles from the window behind her.

She was fighting the urge to cry herself, knowing there was a chance she would never see the man she loved again. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She might see him when Dauntless came to Amity or in passing in town, but the thought of not being able to touch him or speak intimately with him again, hurt, but she had to do it.

She needed to know he would choose them on his own, or not if that was the case, but at least he would be happy and that was what mattered to her the most.

Connor would see him again when he chose Dauntless, then at least he'd have someone there to look after him, and she knew Eric would.

And the new baby… She supposed they could visit him on visiting day, though that was usually for initiates, but what did they care about rules? They've already broken so many of them, why not another?

Olivia sighed heavily and stared at the handsome face before her. His eyes at first were stone cold, but she lessened the lines around them over time so they were softer and looked out at her with love to reflect the man she knew. She was glad to have this reminder, to know how he looked when he saw her at the end.

Tori's tattoo parlor was still dark as ever with the bright red lights that gave it a daring vibe and Eric sat in his usual chair as she worked on him.

He stared at Olivia's painting that hung before him and it filled him with memories from two different lifetimes; his Dauntless self, filled with guilt as he looked at it before he knew her and his time in Amity when he was forced to be with her.

Now he had a choice and he swore to himself he picked the right one as he gazed at it. He had asked Max if she and Connor could join him in Dauntless if he returned and the answer was a resounding no.

Connor could come on his choosing day, but otherwise they were Amity, chosen by Olivia whether it was her true faction or not and there was nothing they could do to change that.

Eric scratched at his borrowed black clothing, not used to its' abrasive fabric anymore, and wished Tori would hurry up with his new tattoo.

Olivia fell asleep that night exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the day and hugged Eric's pillow to remember his scent. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him.

Warm lips touched hers lightly and in her drowsy state she trailed her hands up his powerful arms, as he leaned over her, to his shoulders and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.

A moan escaped her when he slid his hand across her breast, causing her nipple to rise in arousal. She pulled his shirt over his head in urgent need to caress his bare flesh and ran her hands over the hardened muscles of his chest and abs.

He broke the kiss and flipped the blanket off her body, exposing her to the cool night air that tingled her skin and he straddled her waist. He slowly slid the straps of her night gown down her shoulders until her breasts were bared to him and he gently squeezed one as his thumb teased her nipple to a taut peak.

She arched her back at his touch and savoured the feeling of him caressing her. Her hips rocked involuntarily and the friction of his weight on her clit made her exhale in desire.

"Wait for me." His husky voice whispered in her ear and he undid his belt while still on top of her.

She didn't wait for him to undo his pants to take action and did it for him, letting his enlarged appendage stiffly escape its' confines and she pushed him onto his back.

Eric let out a growl when she tasted him, the salty taste of arousal fresh on her tongue as she moved him in and out of her mouth. She could tell he was close to climaxing from the various sounds coming from him, but at the last minute he stopped her and pulled away.

He pulled her up along his body so she was kneeling above his head and anticipation spiked her desire before his tongue did. The slippery warm feel of him as he licked her hole to clit was explosive on its' own, but he didn't stop there. He teased her with his fingers from her front as his tongue thrust in her from behind. Olivia cried out in ecstasy and caressed her own breasts as he pleasured her to completion.

As her orgasm faded, she slid down his body so her nipples rubbed against the hair on his chest and it was her turn to straddle him. His increasing hard on pressed against the juices of her recent climax and she became aroused again.

One small movement and he would be inside her, Eric knew it too because he tried to thrust himself in with a grunt, but she was too high for him to reach and she smiled at the control she had on him. She wiggled her hips gently to tease him and at his breathless plea, she shifted and encased him inside her.

He filled her deeply and she moaned at the feel of her stretching to accommodate his size. It took only a second to recognize him and she began to move, pumping her legs up and down as she held onto his chest for support, him staring at her chest as they bounced with her rhythm.

It didn't take long before they were panting in each other's arms, relishing in the aftermath of their love making and Olivia dozed off, thankful to have him close to her again.

In the morning, Olivia opened her eyes slowly. She wished she could sleep forever, but knowing she couldn't, she stretched and jolted when her arm hit someone next to her.

She leapt out of the bed and stared in astonishment as Eric sat up in the bed with a yawn.

"What… When did you get here?" She choked out.

"Last night." Eric replied, with a smirk. "Don't you remember?"

Olivia finally noticed she was naked and realized that her dream really happened, but she must've been too out of it to register it as reality. She grinned broadly and jumped on top of him with a kiss.

"You chose us! But what took you so long?" She asked, accusingly.

"Well, I was a bit pissed off at first that you just left me there like you expected me to not come back, and then when I had time to cool down I got a tattoo." He explained.

"I'm sorry, but I just couldn't face you if you chose Dauntless." She apologized. "Why did you need a new tattoo?"

"For this." He said and placed his left hand on hers.

There on his ring finger was a ring tattooed onto his flesh and when she looked more closely it was words written around his finger to look like a ring.

"It says, 'Dauntless at heart, but Amity in soul.'" Eric said, watching her reaction.

Olivia held back the tears that screamed at her to let them fall and asked, "Is that supposed to be a wedding ring? What if I say no?"

"That doesn't matter to me. Even if you say no, you will always be my soul." He said.

A tear finally escaped and ran down her cheek to land on his hand. She leaned in and kissed him again.

"I say, yes." She whispered and giggled when something began to poke her from underneath the covers.

"Sorry, the thought of having you forever makes me horny." Eric apologized without sincerity.

"Then you can have me." She smiled.

"What about work and Linda and Connor?"

"They can fend for themselves, because I am not leaving this room for the rest of the day. I have you here and I'm not going to give you up." She replied.

Eric smirked and kissed her again.

Eric bounced his son on his knee as he watched Olivia dance with Connor. The whole community was there to celebrate the harvest and little William was six months old, drooling as he looked around wide eyed.

He cried out in delight when his mother made a face at him and Eric smiled, admiring him. He was born with thick curly brown hair like Olivia's and blue eyes like his. So far Eric was told he looked like Connor did at the same age, so he supposed William would grow up to look similar to his brother, but right now he was all round and soft, not really resembling anyone at all.

William got bored of watching the dancers and turned to his father; his pudgy little hands raised to pull at Eric's beard. Eric leaned closer to let him do it and enjoyed watching William's toothless smile beam at him.

"Ouch." He smiled when William pulled a little too hard, but otherwise didn't budge.

The music stopped and his family came over to catch their breath. Olivia picked William up off his lap and cooed at the baby as she sat down next to Eric.

"Dad, can I help you paint the baby's room tomorrow?" Connor asked before popping a grape into his mouth.

Last month Eric had started putting an addition on the cottage, because William was getting too big to share their room anymore and Eric needed something to do now that the crops were harvested.

Last year it was ordained that he was too big for the greenhouses and a little rough on the delicate plants that grew in them, so he became chief builder during the winter months, fixing buildings and fences or putting up new ones when needed and he rather liked it.

"Sure." He replied and ruffled Connor's blonde locks in affection.

Connor giggled and turned back to his plate of food; Eric felt such pride. He had two sons, one who took after him and one he hoped would take after his mother and stay in Amity for her sake, but it didn't seem to bother her as much anymore, the possibility of them leaving, probably because she had Eric now.

He looked at them on his other side and found her and Linda both making faces at the little boy in Olivia's arms. The gold ring on her left hand reflected the sunlight, obstructing his view of the words written on it. 'Amity in body, but Dauntless in soul,' it said.

They had gotten married a week after he proposed, with all of Amity watching and then her belly began to swell and he learned the art of being pregnant.

The constant puking for the first three months, the cravings, the sore back and feet, and the mood swings were interesting, but he loved her and he would do it all again for the baby that now grew in her womb and gave Olivia a glow.

If he wasn't careful, he really would end up with ten kids and he smiled at the thought.

The End.

Well, that's it folks. I really hoped you guys enjoyed the story and the ending I gave it! Thanks to everyone for their wonderful reviews, you really kept me writing and thanks for all the follows and favs too!

If you're sad it's over, I have started a new story called Alone, or you can read my first Divergent fanfic - Surviving Changes, if you haven't already.