Rosita remembers that day too, through the haze of anger and hurt and grief that had plagued her for weeks. She hadn't hugged anyone, she hadn't wanted to be pulled in by any of them, but she had come along anyway. She wanted to be where the fight was going to happen - and at her people's back, ready to hand to keep them safe.
She's healed since then, enough to do this anyway. She's healed enough to promise pieces of herself to the people she loves, and she cannot do anything about what's happened to Jesus or where they find themselves. She can't change anything so that he could get to go home with her, to hold her baby himself after it's born.
But when she finally steps back she can make sure he's the first person who knows, make sure they aren't separated again without him knowing: "It's Siddiq's," she tells him, hands still steady on his shoulders. "I haven't told anyone else." They're family, and she wants him to be happy with her.
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Date: 2022-10-26 03:59 am (UTC)From:She's healed since then, enough to do this anyway. She's healed enough to promise pieces of herself to the people she loves, and she cannot do anything about what's happened to Jesus or where they find themselves. She can't change anything so that he could get to go home with her, to hold her baby himself after it's born.
But when she finally steps back she can make sure he's the first person who knows, make sure they aren't separated again without him knowing: "It's Siddiq's," she tells him, hands still steady on his shoulders. "I haven't told anyone else." They're family, and she wants him to be happy with her.