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"This is a bad idea," Nesta grumbled
"No, it is not," Andrea said. "As your mother, I know best."
"This is the most awful thing you ever came up with, mother."
"Not. The worst thing I came up with was what we did that night in the forest."
"Oh no," Nesat shivered. "Don't bring that up again."
"It wasn't that ba—"
Nesta gave her mother a deadpan look. Andrea lifted a brow in response.
I dare you to contradict me, daughter.
"This is bad," she sighed again.
Andrea rolled her eyes, "why are all of my children so dramatic?"
She looked down at her stomach, "you won't be as awful as your sisters, right, little moon?"
"We were taught to be dramatic by our mother," Nesta replied, tapping her chin, "hmm, I wonder who that is?"
Andrea glared at her firstborn while attempting to crouch with her protruding stomach.
"You look like a frog."
"Watch it," Andrea warned, humor in her eyes.
"Ouch, mom. Move a little."
"I can't." She said, fighting a wince as she tried to fit behind the wall leading to a bedroom.
Their eyes snapped to each other as footsteps were heard and they panicked, attempting to fit behind the wall next to the door to hide from the male.
He froze his fingers on the doorknob, tilting his head at the sounds.
Andrea and Nesta didn't dare move.
He shrugged and opened the door, making them huff in relief.
They opened the shutters on the window, watching the male move around, his red hair waving in the hair.
"So this is Lucien," Andrea eyed him skeptically.
"Yes," Nesta whispered, squinting her eyes at the window just like Andrea.
"I don't like him, but I do wonder what he puts on his hair," Andrea whispered, her eyes set on the glowing soft looking hair.
Nesta nodded, "it does look good."
"What are you doing," a male voice said, making the two jump and turn around.
"Nothing," they said, trying to appear casual—and failing.
Cassian continued to stare at them, forcing himself not to smile.
Nesta sighed, "we were spying on Lucien."
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A Court of Survival and Motherhood
FanficAndrea Archeron was Nesta, Elain and Feyre's, mother. Though her sickness nearly killed her, she survived. Just like she survived her husband's abuse. As a young 15-year-old girl at that time who was raped, Andrea had no choice other than to marry '...
