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Sometimes, Jeanine doesn't understand her husband.
That man is a mystery impossible to decipher (which is part of its appeal, in a sense). But sometimes, that seductive mystery became an impossible puzzle. A piece misplaced, and everything can exploit.
"Andrew, tell me, what's bothering you?"
"Nothing," he said without looking away from his papers.
"Are you angry with me?"
There was no answer.
"Andrew ..."
The man got up and walked furiously slamming the door.
"What the hell is wrong? Why are him angry with me now?" thought the Erudite leader. Her husband had acted that way all morning. Jeanine was sure he was mad at her, but she didn't know why. As a divine revelation, she looked up to see the calendar. That day was November 21 ... November 21 ... that date was special for some reason ...
Jeanine Matthews hit herself.
"Our anniversary... I'm the stupidest person in the world... I forgot our anniversary."
...
But not all was lost yet.
Jeanine felt up consumed by guilt just a moment, then began working to fix her error. Andrew was the most wonderful thing she had in her life, her happiness, her humanity, her hope and her heart. The least he deserved was an anniversary appropriate.
She lit a candle on the table and blew out the match. Still lacked combing, but otherwise was almost ready. She was wearing a gold dress that matched her hair color. Andrew loved that dress. The house was dark except for the candles on the table. She also had a chicken cooking in the oven, Andrew's favorite.
"Hopefully I can fix this."
If only the work wasn't so absorbing. But when she began working in her experiments, she couldn't stop. There were so many things she could build. Many serums she could create. Many old inventions that she could improve. Nothing was ever good enough. She had checked with her recently improved the simulation serum. It worked great with the Dauntless, as told their Faction leader, Natalie Wright.
But none of that mattered without Andrew. Without him beside her, all those successes were bland, empty. Nothing was more important than him. She just wanted him to know.
She was trying to fix her hair when heard the sound of the door. It could only be Andrew, and panic swept over her. Lunch was not ready.
Andrew entered the room. The first thing that surprised him was the darkness of the apartment. Then he noticed the candles on the table and a strange smell in the air.
"Jeanine?"
He found his wife in the kitchen, with a bouquet of flowers in her hands and wearing the gold dress that he loved. The smell was still in the air and came from the oven, behind Jeanine.
His wife smiled. "Happy Anniversary, My Dear."
"Jean..."
"This is for you," she gave him the bouquet.
"Jea..."
"Blue flowers, the color of your eyes. I saw them and thought of y..."
"Jeanine, the oven is burning!"
The blonde was so nervous that she had not smelled the smell. Definitely wasn't her day. Andrew took the fire extinguisher and put out the smoke, pushing his wife to protect her. When the fire was extinguished, the smell of burning spreads.
Andrew took the tray from the oven.
"I thought we had an agreement: I cook and you don't burn the house."
Andrew turned to look at her. He was going to throw another sarcastic remark, but she was very quiet, staring at the burnt chicken. He immediately felt bad. He sighed.
"You forgot, right?"
"Yes," she said weakly. "I'm so sorry, Andrew. I ruined this day."
"Better forget this. Let's go out to lunch," he smiled.
"But ..."
"I went for a walk to clear my mind. I was quite angry, Jean. But you almost burned the house to try to compensate me, and I really love that dress." he couldn't help watching her figure and she felt heat. "I forgive you, My Heart ... But if you ever forget our anniversary again, you sleep in your laboratory."
Andrew embraced his wife. He was addicted to hold her, as she was addicted to work. But it would be better for her not to forget their anniversary again.
"And please don't try to cook again."
"That will not be any sacrifice. I only regret not being able to give you anything special."
"I have what I want here in my arms."
And they went to lunch out, holding hands, smiling, and happy. Jeanine vowed never again return to forget their anniversary. The laboratory wasn't a good place to sleep. She preferred the arms of her husband.
