This will be a series of drabbles focused on Andrew and Jeanine as a couple because:
1. Yes, I shipp them [and you can't judge me :)]
2. I am Insurgent u.u
I had this idea talking to my friend Speisla Cartoon Cartoon (author of Trinine fanfic '' Doll '') and we decided to do it together. Therefore, this fanfic will be mine and her. If you don't like the idea, just don't read. Simple.
Just to clarify, I come from a country that speaks Portuguese. So, my English is limited. If you find any errors, you can correct me. In this way, I can learn and improve.
This first chapter is all mine. I hope you like it ;)
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Sometimes, Andrew watches Jeanine sleeping.
In fact, he does this whenever he can, and it's something he can not help.
While sleeping, Jeanine has a calm expression and almost innocent in her face, and he finds it fascinating.
Looking at her so, Andrew can almost see the girl he met at school on their first day of class. The girl who became his best friend, who kept his secrets and shared with him many moments in their teen lifes. The girl that, despite her apparent coldness and her bad temper, had stolen his heart, a piece at a time, over the years.
However, as for all people, the time has passed for them. The innocence and carefree youth gave way to the responsibilities of adulthood.
When Jeanine became the Erudite leader, Andrew wasn't the least bit surprised. In fact, no one was. Each person at that faction who knew Jeanine knew this would happen someday. The girl was even a genius, and this was the natural path she would follow.
Andrew was proud of his wife. He knew how much she had worked to achieve their goals and did everything with extreme determination.
But he also knew that the responsibility weighed in her shoulders, causing her to have a severe and tired expression on her face most of the time.
But all that faded when she slept, and if Andrew also did not needed to sleep, he could spend all night looking at the peaceful expression of his sleeping lover.
Andrew approaches the bed and lies down next to Jeanine, taking great care not to wake her. He removes a lock of blonde hair that is fallen in her eyes and, gently, pulls her body against with it. Jeanine moves a little, and rests her head on his chest while gives a satisfied sigh, and Andrew lets his hand slid into her waist.
Both fall asleep feeling the body heat of the other.
There is no better way to end a day.