I felt moisture and then a sob shook through her and radiated into me. I rolled over with her and held myself above her, as I wiped at her tears, succeeding in only getting her face more smudged with charcoal. "Honey stop it!"
"I can't help it! I'm not sure I can do this! Who picked me to save the world? I'm a nobody!" She exclaimed, as the tears continued to flow unchecked.
"Oh no you don't! Your very much a somebody and I have no doubt that the same God, who used you to lead me out of the dark, specifically chose you for this task, because He knew that with His help you were just the perfect girl for the job."
Her tears abated slightly and a tremulous little smile popped out at the corners of her lips, "Look at you being all confident and preachy."
I smiled down at her, "Well I had a pretty good teacher I have to admit." I kissed her softly for a moment.
"If God can use you to pull me out of the fire I have no doubt that He can use you to successfully take the frying pan that the world is cooking in off of the fire." I said.
Her eyes searched mine and saw that I truly meant what I said.
She nodded, "I'll keep trying, but for right now could you please just make me forget all of this and make love to me?"
"That I can do love." I whispered before I claimed her lips with mine.
One month and a half later.
Asia was making real progress at breaking the separate parts of the Code down from each other and she even had an idea of how to cancel out the Code, but she couldn't help but think she was forgetting something. She'd been like that for a few days now. Something was bothering her. It couldn't be with her work. Things had never been better between her and John so it couldn't be that. Then what was it?
"Oh God!" She exclaimed, as she remembered what she'd been missing. She'd missed her period!
For the rest of the day she couldn't concentrate on her work, but fretted in a mixture of nervous excitement and horror. This was the wrong time to be having a baby! But she'd always wanted children. Why did the occurrence of something so good have to have so much tension and stress attached to it? What would John think?
I could tell there was something off with her. I asked her about her work and she answered readily enough so that couldn't be it. It was almost, as if she was hiding something from me, which was so unlike her.