IMPORTANT: This chapter has lemon (smut) and the Baby Trinine. Not worth I raise the Rated for that little scene, so you can avoid it if you want. Lemon is written in this letter.

It wasn't very difficult for Jeanine and Tris to adapt to marriage. However, it was difficult to adapt to the public scandal that the Erudite leader had married a much younger girl. Jeanine took everyone's disbelief and shocked looks with indifference. No one was brave (or stupid) enough to question her personal decisions. Jeanine knew that it would not be easy, but she loved Tris and that was really all that mattered to her. Tris however, suffered a brief moment of panic at the backlash when the engagement was made public. But thankfully that moment did not last long. Caleb supported her (it was the least he could do, that loudmouth), and her best friend Cara assured that this would not interfere in their friendship. That calmed her a lot.

With nothing more to add, they married. That was two years ago. It was almost their happy ending, but it was not the end.

It was Sunday evening, and they had spent the day together working around the house on small projects. Tris was sitting across from Jeanine at their dining room table, her facial expression completely serious.

"It was you, wasn't it?" Tris asked her voice strong and unyielding.

"I have no idea what you mean." Jeanine denied as she sat back in her chair and looked down at her hands into her lap.

Marcus Eaton had instigated a smear campaign against Jeanine. Half of Abnegation agreed with Eaton, that Jeanine should be removed from her place in leadership. The other half of Abnegation (those who were faithful to Andrew) offered no opinion on the subject. Though it only lasted three days, Marcus did a good job of vilifying Jeanine. Tris began to worry when Jeanine came home one night trembling, but she was very suspicious when an accident occurred the following day. On the fourth day of the campaign Marcus "accidently" fell down three flights of stairs. There was no proof of it being anything other than an accident, but everyone had their suspicions. The campaign abruptly ended the day after Marcus took his fall.

"Do we really need to have this conversation again? You promised me!"

"Oh, no dear, I promised you that I would never kill anyone. Marcus Eaton is alive and kicking." Jeanine said with a wicked smile.

"He has a broken leg and four broken ribs!" Tris shouted nearly hysterical.

"And that is unfortunate, but he is alive." Jeanine said raising her eyebrow in challenge.

Tris pinched the bridge of her nose. "You were with me all day, how the hell did you it?"

"Tris, I told you, I didn't personally do anything" Jeanine replied keeping her voice calm. "But if I had… And remember that I didn't… You should know that I have my methods."

Tris wanted to sew her wife's mouth when she spoke that way.

"You should also know that I don't let anyone, anyone, talk bad about you in a stupid campaign trying to discredit me. I don't really care what they say about me, but when they start to talk badly about you the rule book goes out the window." Jeanine continued her voice growing softer as she spoke. "Marcus Eaton was trying to take you down with me, so of course, I had to do something."

Tris turned her head to the side "Surely whatever he did or said wasn't bad enough for him to be injured over."

"He called you disoriented girl with Stockholm syndrome."

"..."

"..." She raised her eyebrow.

"..."

"..."

"Stockholm syndrome? We both know I wear the pants in this relationship." Tris smiled.

Then she closed the small space between their lips and kissed Tris softly. "I love you, you are the most important thing in my life" she whispered against Tris' lips.

Tris leaned back, held Jeanine's face in her hands and looked deeply into her silvery eyes. "I love you too, and you are the most important thing in my life as well." She smiled before placing a passionate kiss to Jeanine's lips.

"Tris!... Oh God Tris...Oh…Ohhh!" Jeanine sucked in a quick breath through her clenched teeth and gripped the bed sheets tightly. "Oh I'm going to...Tris… Tris I'm going to…Ohhhhhhh!" Jeanine's voice ripped through her body as her back arched off of the bed and her hips bucked. Tris kept quiet, reveling in the way her wife's body shook under her touch.

"Tris..." Jeanine hissed as she ran her hand through her lover's hair, scratching her nails on her scalp.

"Mmmmm?"

"Tris…I love you" Jeanine whimpered as her body was completely overwhelmed.

Tris smiled to herself and kissed her wife's neck once more. Blue eyes met silver and Tris kissed her deeply. Jeanine ran her hands up her back and held on tightly as her body slowly stopped shaking. They kissed deeply and slowly enjoying the feeling. Tris covered Jeanine's face feather light kisses, her jawline, cheeks, forehead and nose. Jeanine let her finger tips dance over Tris' back as she let Tris cover her face in soft kisses. Tris rested her forehead against her's and their noses brushed together. Both took a long deep breath enjoying the moment.

The morning sun broke through the curtains and they stirred as they started to wake up. They were securely wrapped around each other and smiling when they woke. Tris yawned and nuzzled her nose against Jeanine's neck. She ran her left hand up and down Tris' back and placed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Mmmmm…good morning."

"Mm…morning" Tris said, her voice still groggy with sleep.

"We stayed up to late last night" she said her voice deep.

"But it was worth it" Tris said smiling against her neck.

Jeanine laughed quietly and a warm smile spread across her face "Mmhm…yes it was."

Tris inhaled deeply and let her fingers run across her wife's soft skin.

"I want ask you something."

"Of course" Jeanine said her voice low and full of love.

"I have been thinking a lot about our future," Tris said thoughtfully.

"And...?" Jeanine replied not sure where the conversation was going.

"I…want a baby."

Jeanine stopped breathing for a moment and her eyes went wide in surprise.

Tris squeezed her eyes closed and braced herself for the worst.

"Baby?" Jeanine stammered.

"Yes, you know: small, noisy, restless. They grow after some years," Tris said patiently.

"Do you want to adopt a baby?"

Tris raised her left eyebrow and smiled mischievously at Jeanine.

"What?" Jeanine asked hesitantly as her heart began to race in her chest.

"I was kind of thinking we could use my brother's sperm." Tris said and bit her bottom lip.

Jeanine furrowed her brow and her face contorted into a displeased look.

"That way the baby would have both of our DNA." Tris added quickly.

"You have everything well planned, since when you are thinking about this?"

"Two years," admitted Tris shrug.

The blonde turned to see her wife and took a deep breath.

"Are you sure you want this? Will you be happy? "

Tris hugged her.

"We will be happy," she kissed her forehead. "I want a baby with you, although it's a crazy idea. Ever wanted a son? "

"I never thought about babies," she replied. "I never thought I would wish to have one."

Jeanine kissed her knuckles and chin.

"Okay, we'll have a baby. Someday I'll have to learn to say no to you."

Tris laughed happily and nodded her head. She let her chin rest on Jeanine's chest and let herself get lost in her wife's eyes. Slowly, a bright smile spread across Tris' face.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I know."

Caleb Prior believed that would no longer have surprises with his sister. He was wrong.

"What you what?"

For the second time in the day, Tris was patient.

"I want a baby, Caleb. I need your sperm. "

"Tris, have you gone completely crazy? Want to make a baby with my DNA?! "

"And my wife's. You're my brother, in this way the baby has both my DNA and Jeanine's."

Caleb had no words. He knew his sister was relentless and stubborn. She never stopped to get what she wanted. Jeanine, for example.

"Are you there?"

He also knew that he could not say no.

Tris felt like she could fly as she just barely held back an excited squeal. "Thank you, Caleb."

Tris looked at the tiny baby in her arms and her heart felt too big for her chest.

She never imagined she could have so much love in her life. It was an absolute, deep, and completely unconditional love she shared with her new child. She used to hear that a mother's love is blind, but it was not until she held their baby in her arms that she understood completely. She had thanked Caleb countless times during the nine months of the pregnancy and she thanked him yet again in her mind as she looked down at her little baby.

It was as if someone had shrunk Jeanine. Their baby had Jeanine's blonde hair and silver-blue eyes. Tris cradled their daughter in her arms and felt overwhelmed with love in the best possible way.

"Enjoy your baby doll while she is quiet. If she's anything like me, she will cry all night" Jeanine said with a smile as she stood in the doorway of the nursery watching Tris rock their baby girl to sleep.

"Well, if she's like me, she will not be so unruly." Tris said her eyes never leaving the small eyes looking up at her.

"Excuse me?" Jeanine asked teasingly "you are not unruly?"

"You have not seen me unruly, love." Tris said with a mischievous grin.

Jeanine laughed "I beg to differ, but in that case, I do hope our daughter is like me."

Tris smiled "she is just like you" Tris stroked her small chubby cheek "absolutely perfect in every way."

Jeanine walked up behind Tris, rested her chin on her shoulder so she could look down at their baby.

Jeanine sighed contently "You know, she looks like you too… She has your nose and your ears."

Tris turned her head and they shared a chaste kiss.

"I think it's time to put her in her crib to sleep" Jeanine said playing with the little blond tuft on their babies' head.

Her wife hummed in agreement "I agree ... Also, I have other plans for you. You do not get the luxury of sleep for a while."

Tris grinned and looked at Jeanine who simply winked at her and sauntered back to their bedroom while Tris placed their baby daughter in her crib to sleep.

"Owe!" Jeanine shouted in frustration.

"Ah, sorry love, you had a knot."

"I should not have agreed to this" Jeanine growled.

"Am I forcing you?" Tris said flatly. Tris untangled the comb, and removed the knot from her hair.

Jeanine rolled her eyes

"You're blackmailing me, remember? You did not leave me much choice in the matter."

"Oh… Right…" Tris grinned. "Would you be a dear and pass me that container of bobby pins?"

Jeanine sighed, but did what she was asked.

"Remind me to get you a Barbie."

"I don't need a doll, I have you. And pretty soon I will have our baby girl's hair to play with too" Tris smiled.

"That is unnecessary..."

"My mother combed me, Jeanine. And I'll comb my daughter, end of discussion."

Jeanine just shook her head. The obsession with hairstyles must be genetic, she thought.

MORE IMPORTANT: The fic will be reissued, for the language can be perfect. That will make my beta, AshlynnMurray :)

Chapters already updated & enlarged: 1, 2, 3, 6, others will be updated during this week.

Also, she have a Trinine one-shot, "The first day of summer". Go read it, I liked it a lot ^^

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