Revio

11th of April

Ever since I started coming into Bree again, I thought it'd be high time I record my whatever's on my mind.  I heard people say it would be helpful.

It was a few weeks ago when the festival started up, so I decided I ought to celebrate a bit.  Fireworks are neat as ever.  There was even a band performing in front of the jailhouse, oddly enough.  There I got to dance and chat with a young lady.

It's been such a long while since I've been able to sit down and properly write. Guess that's what comes with taking care of twins. Nikolas and Malinda are getting so big, it's crazy... but they've been keeping me on my toes. So much so that when I get home from work, I just... go right to bed... knowing I'm going to be up in a few hours to feed them...

Revio and I were married last night... Oh, it was amazing, I never thought I would see the day it actually happened. After a slight scare from Malinda--I know, I'm greatly understating how much of a scare it was, but that's for my own good--and holding off on so many other things, I feel like my happiness is complete now... More than complete.

I don't think I'll ever forget how Revio held me in his arms, how deep the meaning of each of his words in his vows were... the way he looked at me... It was amazing... simply amazing...

The babies are here...

They're actually here. All their fingers, all their toes... yes, they were early, but... I don't think they were too early, you know?

Gods, you should have seen Revio's face when he held Malinda after she came out... she was so new, Revio was scared, but... I never saw a smile like it when he was holding her.

Nikolas was the second one, but... he looks just like my dad. Eyes and all.

Thorn collapsed belly first on her bed, face pressed into the worn quilt spread over it. Debating on whether or not undressing was worth the trouble she finally pushed herself up and began unlacing her mud caked boots. The drying dust knocked loose by her fingers, scattered on the floor and she frowned at it.

“Suppose you'll be cleaning tomorrow...fine way to spend the day off.”

"Marrie... sweetheart, your supper's ready..." her mother said, walking over to the bed and kneeling down. Marrienne stirred a little bit, before she nodded at sat up, looking more tired than before she'd laid down for her nap. She also looked heavily pregnant--very heavily pregnant, at that.

"Thanks, Mom." she replied, her voice heavy with sleep.

There's no question to it.

I'm in love with the harpist.

He's still around, even knowing I'm having a different man's baby. He... he's accepted the baby as his own... can I say anything more than that? And... not just that... he's said he loves me... of course, I said so to him first, but... he loves me...

Gods, I'm going to cry. He loves me, he loves the baby... he and my mother have met... and my mother likes and approves of him... I...