I see the way he looks at her, it's the same way I look at you
Andrew "Pope" Cody X Soulmate!Reader
Oh, who the hell was this? And why the hell did he look almost exactly like your husband that was still waiting by the bar for your drinks? The stranger chuckled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks.
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four A/N: okay, i may have lied but this is absolutely the final part to this series! I've loved writing this series and hope everyone has enjoyed reading it! Warnings: none really, maybe some men being creepy? background Mohabbot, a sprinkle of Hucklerobby
Andrew could confidently say that most things didn't tend to shock him, not after his childhood was destroyed the moment his father was killed. His teenage years weren't any better, not when he'd lost Julia because of Smurf's jealousy. Getting arrested and being sent to prison didn't shock him, nor the horrors that those walls bore witness to. It was almost as if life had prepared him from birth to never let his guard down no matter the situation. So, when you came home letting him know you had to attend a medical conference and were told to bring your spouse.
That actually shocked him.
This was a new thing for him, having mostly avoided your place of work unless it was absolutely necessary for him to be there. A suit was required, something he hadn't bought since the two of you officially tied the knot, where the hell does he even think to begin? Was there any chance you would want to match? Even something as subtle as matching your dress to his pocket square.
Your nails scraped over his scalp slowly, eyes glued on the show that played while Andrew's thoughts raced a mile a minute. What would your coworkers think of him? Would they try and tell you that you deserved better than a man who'd spent three years in prison? It wasn't hard to find out his past, a simple google search came up with a lot of skeletons he'd tried to keep hidden.
At least Smurf's death had been ruled a homicide and he hadn't been caught for that, nothing worse than being arrested for something you did. Deran hadn't tried to contact him since the move, doing his best to hide his genuine shock when Andrew broke the news.
Baz had tried to make some snide comments, claiming you were nothing more than a distraction for him. Considering you'd been married for over a year, it would be obvious to anyone with two functioning brain cells that you loved one another.
Craig knew better, could see how calm Andrew was with you around, it was a nice reminder of who Andrew was without Smurf breathing down his neck. They would all adjust and do their own thing, become people without someone at the helm of everything.
"I was thinking we could find you a suit this weekend, gives us time to have it fitted before we have to go," your fingers twirled around the barely there curls around his ears, a small pout pulling at your lips since he'd cut his hair.
A soft hum rumbled in his chest in lieu of an answer, though you knew it was really his way of saying 'of course, anything for you'. Most people found him, intimidating, even if you were standing by his side with a bright smile on your face. It was honestly pretty hilarious to watch how people would scramble, acting like Andrew would attack at a moments notice. Your own personal guard dog, ready to attack at a moment's notice.
It was never a thought in your mind, ignoring every inclination of having your husband hurt anyone to defend you. The situation with your ex always came to the forefront of your mind whenever you heard someone say he was overprotective. If it meant making sure you stayed safe and alive, who were you to complain?
"We'll be having dinner there too, so I need to RSVP with our choices, I know you said you weren't a big fan of salmon so that's a no," you rattled off the short list of dishes, eventually choosing the chicken piccata for Andrew, and the filet for yourself.
Everything would be great, you'd introduce your husband to everyone that was attending, and enjoy a night out with some good food. What was the harm in that?
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Heels had been an absolute horrible idea, even if they looked gorgeous with the black dress Andrew had helped you pick out. You just needed to help bring in some investors to the hospital in hopes they'd hire more nurses, doctors, and anyone that could fucking help.
"I'm sure you understand where I'm coming from miss…?" The older gentleman looked at you with pure lust, your stomach tightening as you tried to keep composed.
"Mrs. Cody, actually," you happily held up your hand, showing off the engagement and wedding ring stack Andrew had given you.
His face dropped at the site of your ring, as if you were nothing more than someone for him to stick his dick into at the end of the night and not an actual person. Jeez, what kind of people did they allow to hold so much power over the hospitals?
"Ahh, married to your soulmate?" His tone left a sour taste in the back of your throat, like you were a problem standing in his way now.
"Yes, happily so," your smile tightened, hand dropping back down to your side as you waited for Andrew to come back with your drinks.
He could barely get another word out before someone was quickly ushering you away from the older gentleman, if he could even be called that.
"Thank you, I wasn't sure how much longer I could handle being around him," you sighed gratefully, turning to your savior.
Oh, who the hell was this? And why the hell did he look almost exactly like your husband that was still waiting by the bar for your drinks? The stranger chuckled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks.
"Samira said you looked uncomfortable, didn't want her on my ass for the rest of the night," Samira? So did that mean?
Andrew stepped up to your side, getting your attention as he placed the glass of wine in your hand, his own gaze landing on the man standing across from you.
"You must be Dr. Abbot, I was just talking to Santos over at the bar," Andrew had fit in so effortlessly, as if he'd done this his entire life. "Thank you for getting her away from that investor, could feel his grease from over here."
Jack did his best to hide his snort, eyes crinkling as he laughed at Andrew's description of the man you'd been forced into conversation with. Samira stepped over with Santos, Whitaker, and Robby by her side, carefully looping her arm around Jack's.
"Hey! I didn't even know you were here, and damn you're looking hot as hell too," Santos laughed, gesturing for you to give everyone a twirl.
With a quick roll of your eyes you did a quick twirl, being careful not to get your heels caught in the fabric of your dress before leaning against your husbands side. Andrew wrapped an arm around your waist, glancing around the room to check for any kind of threats. It was a habit he'd never be able to break, especially being in a room with so many people around you. Robby's brow furrowed as he looked between Andrew and Jack, lips parting and closing as he tried to figure out exactly what to even say.
"What exactly are we supposed to be doing here again?" Whitaker looked the most out of place, sighing beneath his breath before taking a sip of the drink Robby had gotten him.
"We were sent to try and get investors to give money for the hospital, better pay, more workers, and potentially even opening up more floors if we get enough money," Robby shrugged, finishing off his drink.
You'd only ever been to one of these before, having to try and get funding for the clinic back in California. That night had ended with you crying your eyes out and complaining to Mateo how horrible the crotchety old men and women had been. Fortunately someone had offered funding and they'd hired more nurses to help. It was a few days before you ran into Andrew for the firs time.
"Sorry, is anyone else not going to talk about the elephant in the room?" Santos waved her hands around, looking between the group as if they were the crazy ones.
Jack rolled his eyes, clearing his throat as he looked over at her.
"Yes, I've known for a while that Mr. Cody and I look quite similar, I met him back when the crew joined us," it had been startling to see someone that looked like a younger, less hardened version of himself, but there were more important things to worry about.
Like the fact that the same night he'd met his doppelganger, he also managed to meet his soulmate. Samira had filled a hole he never knew was empty in the first place, especially when she put Robby in his place so effortlessly. He was smitten right away, ready to drop down to his knee and propose right then and there.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it if Andrew ever comes around the hospital, he doesn't tend to linger like someone else," you smirked over at Samira's glare, having caught wind of their budding romance blossoming like a wild fire.
"Unless he's planning to become a nurse, or a doctor, I highly doubt we have anything to worry about," Robby waved off the concern, learning closer to Whitaker's side than would normally be deemed appropriate.
Huh, that was something you'd have to talk to Andrew about once you left for the night. Last time you'd heard Robby had recently stopped sleeping with a nurse from upstairs. Noelle deserved better anyway, she was too pretty to be led on.
"Not in the cards for me, promise I'll leave the doctor duties to you," Andrew didn't care for medicine, too many scenarios laid out for comfort.
Only one thing mattered to him, and that was making sure you were happy at the end of the day. Also that he'd beat the shit out of anyone that tried to cause you any kind of harm, but that one was more of a secret not meant to be shared.
No, no one needed to know how much Andrew loved you. If you knew how much he loved and adored you, that was the only thing that mattered.
Now, and for the rest of your lives.
