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03.03.2013 , 11:53 AM |
This fic is the direct aftermath of this
(and I apologize for not using the shortcut, for some reason it's not working for me today)
Miriah lay in the swing on their porch, watching the heavy rain fall on the Dantooine property. She could hear the crew laughing at a holovid, and that made her smile. Tired, she thought, so tired. She thought back over the past few days, which made her think of her sister. They’d taken fire and Corso had been injured by her own sister’s Havoc squad, which had caused quite a confrontation in General Garza’s office. Miriah shifted, remembering the look of sorrow on Maura’s face when she’d realized the true nature of what had gone on the day before.
If she knew what I know now, she’d really be upset, Miriah thought as she gently slid her hand down her stomach and over the child she now knew for sure was growing there. Just the thought of a child made her think of her sisters, of Tython, and of her distant mother. I won’t be her, she assured herself. I will be with him, every day. I will make sure he knows how much he is loved, how much we both wanted him.
She put her socked foot out from under the soft throw she’d covered herself with, and started the swing’s motion. The gentle to and fro rocked her, settling her thoughts, and she dozed. Soon a memory long buried surfaced in her dream, of her childhood, playing in the green fields of her home planet, giggling with Maura. They’d gone to see their mother in the temple, and had been scolded and sent home again when she’d seen them approach. Maura told her then that they always had each other, would always have each other. Magdalane had caught up with them on the path, and the sisters had talked and laughed all the way to their house, and Mags had stayed overnight with them. She realized then just as now that as long as she had her sisters, the lack of her mother’s love was somehow not as missed. I learned what I know of being a mother from them, she thought, and the faint anxiety she’d been pushing to the back of her mind lessened.
When Corso found her in the swing, and sat with her, she turned her shining eyes to his, her fears gone and her heart ready to change his world forever.
Love is the strongest magic of them all.