She walked out of that store, with the notebook held close to her chest , and her new quitar in hand. Her almond eyes glanced around from person to person as she made her way through the marketplace, back to the place where her and Phillipe are currently living.

When she reached the place she unlocked the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind her and sighing a little, a hand reaching up to rest on the door for a brief moment before she turned to the stairs and began to walk up them. The notebook was held at her side, along with a pen, a red pen of course, and in the other hand was that guitar.

Reaching the top of the stairs she passed Phillipe who was standing in the bathroom, the door open. "Morning." He said to her as he turned on the sink. "Bonjour." Was the reply, she looked to him with a smile, before reaching a hand out to the bedroom door. Opening the door, she would then step inside, shutting it once more behind her.

Walking into the room she headed for the window where she put the guitar down. Then she took off her coat and shoes before climbing onto the bed and sitting down on it, then laying. Her eyes studied the thick, dark red cover. It was simple enough for her, she thought and she opened the note book to the first page and began to write.

October 7th

Sometime in the early morning.

I have been in Rhy'Din for a small bit of time now. Not too terribly long I suppose, but I am not keeping track anymore. Keeping track of time seems to limit it I suppose...

I don't remember my first night here very well, but that was mainly because of me being passed out in the glen due to blood loss from my bike wreck. I knew I shouldn't have sped off like that... angry like that. But if my near death experience is what brought me here to Rhy'Din, then I suppose it was a blessing.

Mother pissed me off horribly that night. She kept telling me to get over Antonio, to let him go... but I couldn't. Not then at least. 'Stop riding that damned bike of yours, and put down the guitar and pick up that spell book. You have a lot to learn before you are a master." Is what I could hear my parents yelling about to me to no end. I was sick of it... I left a note for Alexandria, and Amelia and climbed out my window with a fairly large sized bag of clothes and other personal belonging, and I was off. Not a care in the world as most would say, until I hit that fog. That forest... something in there brought me here.

I don't remember much after that except the fog, the bike, and the blood. It all seemed to surround me. I was cut in one place, and one place alone, and what was across my neck. It looks aweful as scar now, but I hope it will fade.

I woke up in such a beautiful place. It was absolutly peacful and magnificent out there. I could hear the animals, the wind, everything. My eyes were sensitive to the early morning sun, but after that accident flooded back into my mind I couldn't help but to cherish it.

I roamed around that area, that I now know it as the Glen, until I found a lake. In the lake there was a man, with long black hair. I later found out his name is Dakota Steele. A nice man I suppose, he pointed me in the direction of the inn where I stayed for a while.

The inn is where I met Phillipe Gaston. He's such a remarkable one I could say. From the moment we met he was hitting on me, but I was so used to it I simply shrugged it off. Our friendship was founded on it, and has only grown stronger since then.

After staying in the inn for a while, going damn near broke I was riding around in the marketplace when I found him, and the place he was staying in. He offered me a place to stay, free of charge. I couldn't refuse! It was a hell of a lot better than sleeping outside in the Glen I suppose...

But any rate, I made a bed here on the couch for a night, then a daybed was brought in here. Phillipe stole it, refusing to let me sleep in the front room another night. He told me to sleep in the bedroom, and when I tried to pull the blankets away he told me not to because he wasn't dressed. He is a slick little mouse.

But one night changed my feelings for him, one night it took, to change everything for me. I was in the bedroom sleeping, and he somehow found my picture of Antonio and I a few weeks before he was killed. He put it in a frame, one of the only belongings he had from his parents... and I heard him talking to them. Asking them to take care of Antonio and he would take care of me.

I heard him crying... but when I stepped out there to comfort him he hid in the bathroom. I went over to the picture and picked it up... that's when I realized something. That is when I realized Antonio was gone, for good... and I could never get him back. I talked to him for a brief moment, told him to take care of Phillipe's parents and that I knew I was going to be taken care of here... I started to cry, but I felt Phillipe's hands on my shoulder.

We spent the night just crying, and telling eachother the stories of our lives... He made me smile, and laugh in the midst of it all. But that couch in the front room is where we slept. I laid on his chest and fell asleep at some point. Although I have no idea when, but hey.

Well I have a guitar now. So I think I might pick it up and play something.. I will write more later.

-Aj

She closed the notebook and smiled a little before slipping it under the bed. Hopefully that will be a good hiding place for it. Who knows. But after that she simply got up and walked to the window where she grabbed the quitar and began to play.

Aj walked out of her bathroom, sick to the stomach from the alcohol she drank. Her eyes gazed around the room until she found her journal. Lovely... she thought, before walking over to it and picking it up, opening it to the first clean page and writing.

Who cares what day it is anymore...

Her hand writing was sloppy, but she didn't seem to mind when she wrote the last part of this down.

Why do people always seem to be the same way... no matter how badly you want to believe otherwise... thy always have to screw you over.

-Aj

She closed the journal and threw it at the wall, the pen bouncing a few feet back off from it, and the journal smacking on the floor. She walked to her bed and laid down, trying to calm herself down a little....

Aj was already dressed this morning. Her choice in clothes was simple, a pair of dark tight fitting jeans paired with a tight red t-shirt and her white sneakers. Her hair was brushed and hanging perfectly around her face like a curtain. Almond eyes gazed around her room until she found her journal and smiled.

Phillipe was downstairs, so she decided to lay down and sprawl out across the bed with her journal and her pen. Openening to the next clean page she started to write.

October 21st

9:30 Am. (I actually have a time!)

First off, I am happy to announce that I am not pregnant. That was the biggest relief of my life. When I told Phillipe that I missed my cycle and what not, he freaked! Her grabbed my arm and pulled me off the couch and then drove me to the doctor's office.

But it turned out I had some food poisoning... the one meal I eat; at the inn durning that time frame that I could have gotten the food poising, and I get sick. Just my luck, no?

Jase dissapeared. Van, Phillipe, and I are all worried about him. The night that Phillipe and I got drunk, Jase helped Phillipe and I don't really remember what happened. But I was told by Alain that Phillipe yelled at Jase and he left.

Later that night while Jase and Van were getting romantic together Ryo decided to interupt. He didn't like Van. Phillipe convinced me to use a spell to keep Ryo from getting too close. I did and it bought them some time... but not enough.

That next morning Jase said he also had feelings for someone else besides Van, and that she was happily with someone. I didn't tell anyone until two nights ago... I told Van. She was upset, but happy I told her. If Jase isn't going to come back... she needs to move on.

I can kind of say Van is my best friend... which is odd because I never had any female friends until I came to Rhy'Din. But she isn't girly girl and catty... she's fun and has a bit of spunk to her. She's innocent as a bride in a white gown (Who wasn't lying.) But hey... she is smart.

Well Phillipe and I are getting along wonderfully once again. I really care about him. He's so sweet. Funny too. Yesterday in the inn we were talking to Van and he was talking about what we did in the bedroom. Goddess I was getting embaressed... but it was funny to see the look on Van's face when he said I was ... well he practically called me and addict and I said I'm not that bad and he said I was that good. I could have died!

Well I am missing Monsieur Gaston so I am going to run downstairs to see if he had breakfast yet.

-Aj

She then took that journal and stuffed it under the matress on her side of the bed, before walking out into the front room, slipping off her coat, and heading downstairs to the tailor's shop.

It was later in the day when she decided to actually move around. The night before was so long it seemed. It was Phillipe's first night back with her and of course they celibrated that with a few glasses of wine by the fire... but what really took a long time was the rituals she did.

She had her closure with Antonio... she spoken to him for the final time and finally was content with it. His spirit was before her.. so real she could almost touch him. She missed him... but she madly fell for Phillipe... what could she do but to bury the hatchet?

With all that behind her she decided she should write about it... So with a pen in her hand she grabbed her notebook and laid on the bed and began to write once more.

November 1
3:30 pm.

Phillipe is back home! I am incredibly happy to say that. He is home home home home home!!! I couldn't sleep another night without him by my side.

He broke his leg trying to get away from that thing... but I fixed that right up. No problems at all. The thing though became a bit of a challenge... I fought it... but didn't destroy it like I intended to. I hope it knows I'm more than what I look.

But last night I spoke to Antonio... being that it was Samhain I was able to make a connection to those who passed on. I lit the candles... honored the god and goddess before trying to actually communicate.

He came to me then... standing there looking so bright.. his aura was wonderful. A tasteful color surrounded him. A pure white... He stood before me almost vision like and when he spoke his lips did not move, and his voice was like the wind. Getting softer and louder with it.

We spoke of that night... he said he still loved me and I him. Then we spoke of Phillipe... I promised I was well taken care of and he smiled. He seemed to be happy that I was happy...

I never will forget Antonio or deny love him... but I love Phillipe even more to be honest.

He's everything to me... and him being that close to death... being within its grips made me realize how important he is to me.

Well I am going to visit him before swinging by the inn...

-Aj-

With that, and with a smile she closed the notebook and then got up, walking to the main room she slipped on her coat. Looking to the picture of her and Antonio she smiled before putting it up somewhere. She needed a picture of her and Phillipe as well... was her thought.

So with that, and her helmet of course she was downstairs and out the door.

Waking up that morning she rubbed her eyes and sat up. A smile formed on her face as she looked over to Phillipe who was still asleep beside her, naked under the covers. She was as well, but now was clutching the blankets to herself. Almond eyes gazed around the room and a smile painted across her visage.

When she stood she let the blankets fall back onto the bed and she walked over to the dressor and opened one of the drawers and grabbed a pair of pants and a trademark tiny t-shirt. Then in another drawer she pulled out her delicates to be worn underneeth.

She got dressed and then walked over to the bed and reached a hand between the matress. Phillipe hasn't found her journal yet... It is always in the same spot she put it. Wouldn't matter if he did look. He was going to be her husband afterall no?

She then walked over to a chair and sat down in a sideways position with one leg over the arm of the chair and the other leg on the floor. She put the journal on her leg and opened it to the first clean page, and with her dark red pen she began to write.

November 11
Sometime in the morning

There has been so much going on in the past few days. I don't even know where to start when it comes to explaining all of this. But really I will start with what happened first.

Phillipe and I are engaged! He asked me to marry him a few days ago. I am so incredibly happy I can't even begin to explain it. I am going to be his wife. It's a wonderful thought, but I am also a bit nervous about it. But he said we don't have to set a date yet. Big relief.

Secondly... I found out who my father is. It was a huge shock to find out it is Soul, the one who convinced Phillipe to take my spellboook. I mean, for a little while now I have been getting that strange feeling that someone is watching me. It turned out to be him.

Last night I walked into the Tea N' Tomes shop just a few buildings down from where I live and I walked inside. I didn't notice him there at all for he had the cloak pulled over his head. I went to the counter and ordered a hot lemon tea and then went to the table next to him and sat down. I just took out my spellbook and opened it up, studying of course.

Then Van and Soso showed up at my table and I was speaking with them for a few moments when I realized I needed a pen, so I started asking around. I asked Soul for a pen and he simply nodded (I still didn't know who he was.) and handed me a pencil. I saw him once before in the inn and that is how I recognized him... when his gold chain on his wrist came into view.

I called him by his name and he took his hood down and I started asking him questions about my spellbook. Things were getting pretty heated in our argument and we were both getting steamed. Then I started telling him that I needed to know why and he said I wasn't ready to know yet. Then he started listing off my bad qualities and saying those are the reasons why I shouldn't know.

I then told him that at least I didn't make quick judgments due to parantege and he turned to me and said he knew who my parents are basically. Then I freaked out and asked him who my father was and he turned and looked me in the eye and asked. "Don't you know?" I studied his eyes and realized something... they were the exact same as mine. This got something moving in my head... and I fainted.

After I got up we spoke of my magic abilities... and the fact that I'm lacking in my studies for I only knew of one hundred and fifty spells in my book. Then he started lecturing me... like fathers do.

But I somehow managed to get that bonding thing sort of going on. We talked of Maria... my mother, the curse, his lack of girlfriends. I feel so bad for him.

But I hopefully will get to see him again. I still have to talk this over with Phillipe really... I was hoping to have my father there with me when we tell him. Oh it is so weird to say I have a father.

-Aj-

She would close the book and then walk over to the matress and slip the journal underneeth it. Phillipe shifted a little and she smiled before walking over and kissing him on the cheek before leaving the bedroom to go and make some breakfast.

It was early afternoon when AJ even decided she was going to put down the guitar and get up off of the couch. She was sitting there in a pair of baggy black and white plaid pajama pants paired with her black tiny t-shirt... the same one she wore the day before. She wasn't drepressed or anything, she just didn't feel the need to really do anything that day after swinging by the SPI office that morning to put somethings away.

Her footsteps carried her to the bedroom where she would set her guitar down before climbing onto the bed. Rolling onto her side she yawned before thinking a moment. Her hand moved to where she kept her journal... under the matress. Grabbing it she moved so her elbows propped her up. Opening the journal to the first clean page she took out the red pen and began to write.

December 4
1:30 pm.

Oui, I know it is kind of late compared to my normal writing time... but I just wanted to sit around with my guitar all morning. Last night was long and tiring even though I didn't do much of anything really...

She paused, thinking about what to write. She tapped the pen against her lip before begining to write more.

Phillipe and I set a date last night. May third. The third of May... I will be Mrs. Adrianna Justine D'Aubigne Gaston...

Another pause taken as she shook her head.

No... Maybe I'll just drop Xavior's name all together. He wasn't my father or anything. I don't know. I kind of grown attatched to it. But with the wedding date I'm excited. It's going to be an outdoor wedding with some of the traditions wiccans would normally do such as the hand tying. I think that's so sweet. But, I cannot wait!
The pen was brought to her mouth once again as she bit down on it before smiling and finishing the entry off.

Sorry to cut this one so short... I just want to go see Phillipe before heading off to do other things.

-AJ-

With that she closed the journal and stuffed that and the pen under the matress on her side of the bed. She then rolled off before grabbing a pair of jeans that were laying on a chair, and a shirt from the hope chest she ran out of the bedroom, heading for the bathroom.

The day started off like any other. AJ woke up beside Phillipe who for some odd reason had stolen all the blankets and was wrapped up in them like a mummy. AJ looked at him and laughed a little seeing that his mouth was partially open and his hair was a complete mess.

So she rolled over and reached under the matress to grab her journal. Phillipe hasn't seen it yet... it wasn't like she was hiding it from him, she wouldn't care if he saw. It was just something to write her thoughts down on.

So she took the pen in her hand and turned to the first clean page and began to write.

December 31
8:00 am

Phillipe is so cute when he sleeps. It's funny to see him some mornings, but it's always wonderful to wake up beside him.

Well Alex and I got into a nasty fight not too long ago... Alex was just being so... teenagerish. If that is even a word? Anyways, she was just trying to make me angry I think, being rebellious you know? Well she called me out and we got into a fight in the inn and she called me a bitch. I was shocked and I didn't think it would hit me that hard but I started to cry and I went outside.

Phillipe swung by and he took care of it. He threatened to send her home. I didn't know if he was really going to do it, but it sure seemed like he was going to. But he really scared her into respecting him. I didn't know exactly how he did it... but she listens to him a whole lot more now.

Since then she's been seeing Newt as well. They're awefully cute together and the relationship seems innocent enough. Phillipe has gotten a bit more protective of Alex... like she's his own sister as well or something. Then again he is going to be her brother-in-law soon enough.

I also got Phillipe a cute little wolf pup for christmas. He's really cute, but can be a bit of an annoyance.

Well I better get up and get dressed. I have work to do down at the office. Alain can be such a disorgonized man sometimes.

-AJ-

And with that she closed the journal and slipped it under her matress before giving Phillipe a pleasent wake up call... if you count beating him with a pillow pleasent.

(This is a late post I know... but deal with it. :])

AJ was troubled now... being on her honeymoon was relaxing but that letter from that... Bob... it troubled her. She remembered she had brought her journal with her on the honeymoon so she walked to the bag she kept it in and opened it. Taking it out she grabbed her pen and opened the journal to the first clean page. She laid down on the bed beside her sleeping husband and began to write.

January 18th
Sometime in the afternoon

There are some good things and some bad things that had happened in the past couple of weeks.

I'll get the bad things overwith now... Or more or less... bad thing.

Rose, who is pregnant was thrown out of Wolv's house where she was staying apparently and was on the streets until a man named Bob found her and he's now taking care of her. I recieved a letter today about it and I found it on my endtable... and to be honest this troubles me.

I will have to speak with Wolv of this later.

Now for the good things.

I'm married! That's right.. I'm Mrs. Phillipe Gaston. I cannot believe we tied the knot way before our set date. The wedding was small and lovely thanks to Des. I'm going to have to give her a hug and thank her a whole bunch for what she did, but it was lovley. Yeah Phillipe showed up an hour late but that didn't matter when I was standing at the altar with him.

For our honeymoon we are staying at my father's manor. I know it sounds funny but he left the very large and elegant place for us with full staff for a wedding gift. It was either this or plan a trip which we'd have to pay for. I'm a bit of a cheap one so I'll take the lovely free manor honeymoon thank you!

It's quite lovely here and Phillipe cannot keep his hands off of me. It's the honeymoon phase but honestly I love it!

I better run!

-AJ-

And she put the jornal away before moving back to the bed and crawling under the covers and snuggling up against her husband smiling before she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Febuary 4th
Sometime in the morning...

I haven't written in here in a while... maybe I should try to keep this thing to date. Phillipe and I have been married for almost a month now and I can say it is wonderful. He has been dressing up for work insted of going in casual wear and to be honest I like seeing him in a button up shirt drinking a martini.

Alex is still hanging around Newt a lot... I really think that she should pick up a damn book every now and then insted of focusing on that boy. Yes, he's nice and all but this is really getting out of hand. Phillipe already thinks they're fooling around... oui.

Franco keeps saying that I am 'already cheating' on Phillipe. I am with Phillipe way more than I am even at the inn. Lately I haven't been able to drop by to say hello to my friends. I've been so busy since Phillipe started his business. I've been helping him out with what I can, keeping track of Alex and cleaning up after Alain.

But to be honest I like it... I really enjoy helping my husband out with what he needs and watching after my sister. I never thought I would be the type to settle down at the age of twenty but I'm here. I have my husband and my sister... I have a family now... everything I've always wanted.

-AJ

And the diary would be resting under the matress on her side of the bed where it always would be. She laid down and closed her eyes... hoping to fall asleep.

March 5th
4:30 am

I haven't been able to sleep much since I found out some very wonderful, yet terrifying news. I'm a few weeks pregnant. Two or three, I'm not too sure yet.

I'm scared. I mean... I am afraid that I wont be a good mother at all, that I will be like my mother. Phillipe says he's scared too, but I know he'll be a good father. With how he is with Alex I don't know how he couldn't be.

But at the same time I am really happy. I wish this would have happened a few months from now, but Phillipe and I are going to be parents. Things are turning around for us once more. Alex is well behaved, Newt is finally back and getting his memory back...

The only bad thing about that is, is Newt told Phillipe and I he killed a man. Soul went to the watch about this, and Phillipe contacted his parents... I have to talk to Alex.

Other than that I am happy that things are finally turning around.

I promise I will write again soon.

-AJ

She took a glance over at her sleeping husband and smiled. After slipping the journal to it's place, she moved closer to him she laid down and put her head on his chest. He shifted and sniffled a little before wrapping his arms around her, and kissing the top of her head. There they fell back asleep.

April 28th
3:45 pm.

Once again, it's been weeks. I've been so busy lately trying to get things together here for the baby. Reading up on spell work and scrying a bit to see what is going to be in Phillipe and I's futures with our child. Things have been running smoothly in the Gaston household.

Newt's parents were here a little while ago. A week at the most and Phillipe and I sat them down and talked to them about all that was going on. I personally apologized for letting things get so out of hand but they said that the two teenagers needed to take responsibility. I'm glad it's not me that they're mad at... or so they let on.

Alain and Cassandra broke up and apparently for good. Cass isn't around much at all and I see Alain as much as I always have. I haven't spoke to him about her but I certinly spoke to her about him. She seems to be having a hard time. I think her and I are going to go to Soul's mansion for a little while to take some time off and relax.

Alex has been doing real great. I pulled her out of Ravensheart before she even got to go for the simple fact that there were kidnappings and such and we never got around to making her take the entrance exams. She wants to learn elsewhere outside of Rhy'Din once this is all over. My little sister is growing up.

The baby is growing healthy as can be as well. He's due in November... right around my birthday! Ten weeks already and I'm still nervous and anxious. Phillipe barely lets me lift a finger and pretty soon there are going to be a few French carpenters around here to fix up a nursery. Alain sent them my way and I cannot wait for things to get started. Well I'm going to head to the inn after picking up a few things.

- AJ

October 7th, 2008
6:30 pm

I really shouldn't be slacking off like I have been. It really bugs me that I have been so busy... up until this point. I have been making sure that everything is perfect for when the baby arrives, but now I have everything I can think of done short of having him. Merde... now I'm just bored. Good thing Phillipe is home with me now to keep me company since Alex is always with Newt.

Justine is still being a pain. I haven't heard from her in a few weeks. For some reason I know she's ok... but I don't know where she is or what she's doing.

Cassandra and I designed the baby's room and I had those nice French handymen put it together. It's finished and I will eventually get around to taking a picture to put in here.

I am so excited though, it's only a month and I will get to see the face of my beautiful boy. Phillipe says I am glowing with a great deal. I've been playing the guitar for Marcus and he does kick while he listens. I have a feeling he will be very musical, but I am praying to the goddess that he looks like my Phillipe. It will be sweet... but to be honest I am very nervous. I don't know how great of a mother I will be and I just want to be better than my mom, do more for my children than she did for me.

Well I think I'm going to go out for a little while Phillipe is taking a nap... tired thing.

-AJ