Three months. How had it already been three months? Time really does fly when you're having fun, and Ria had most definitely had her share of fun over the past few months.
Unsure of exactly what to do or how to proceed, she had taken an extended vacation, if you could call it that, to her cousin's home. She was older, had more life experience, was, herself, pregnant, and, most importantly, she could trust her. It had been wonderful. She had revealed everything: her role in the coming Restoration, the new, mind blowing technology that had been implanted within her, the fact that she was going to be a mom. Liza had listened, cried with her, hugged her, gave her advice, and then took her mind off of it all. They had laughed together and planned their kid's birthday parties, eaten way too much food, and laughed some more. She had also helped Ria with the morning sickness, reassuring her when she felt like it was all too much, encouraging her that it was going to be ok, that all of the pain and discomfort would pass. It had been wonderful.
However, it was time for her to go home. She could no longer hide the fact that she was pregnant, and her fiance, who she had not seen in four months, since they got engaged, in fact, was going to have a lot of questions that deserved answers.
She was ready though. This time had been what she needed, and though she still really wasn't sure what the future would hold, she was more confident than ever that what she was doing was right. The Adon was good, and His plan was good. She knew this, had known it, and had been reminded of it during her time with Liza.
She knew that things would become difficult, but here, in this moment, it was peaceful, so, as she sat out on the porch, in her final few minutes before returning home, she recorded her thoughts. She wrote them all down, every positive, encouraging reality about her situation, about the Adon, about "White As Snow", about her role in it all scrawled out across the pages of her notebook to give her something to look back on and remind her. It would be her anchor. It was her song, her anthem.
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