Chapter 160
Epilogue
The view out the kitchen window was beautiful. Snow-capped mountains in the distance, open fields full of green grass and brightly colored flowers in the foreground, with plenty of trees and bushes throughout. No matter how many days Rain stood in that room, doing what some might think as mundane tasks, like doing the dishes or cooking dinner, she would never, ever get tired of that view. To Rain Blue, that view meant freedom.
“Mama! Come outside and play catch with us!” her daughter, Misty, shouted as she came flying through the backdoor. “Dad is gonna teach Wally how to throw a curveball!”
“Oh, wow!” Rain said, drying her hands on a dishtowel as she turned to see her daughter’s bright red hair fly by on the other side of the table. Misty was a little blur and had been the entire four years of her life. Luckily, her cousin, Wally, who lived next door with his mother, Mist, and his adoptive father, Dexter, a man Mist had met when they moved to the mountain region of the Nation of Quebec a few years ago. Misty and Wally spent most of their time playing and running around. Wally was two years older than Misty, but now they were joined at the hip.
Rain placed a hand against her protruding abdomen and made her way across the kitchen and out the back door. Their house wasn’t huge, but it was nice. Adam had graduated from law school a few years ago and was working to ensure all people were treated fairly, not just in Quebec but everywhere. He was part of a committee that served in other countries as well, such as the budding nation of Oklasaw that had proven themselves a viable country, as well as Dafu, which was granted the land that was previously part of Michaelanburg.
“Do you need a hand, Mama?” Adam called to Rain, using the name their daughter called her, which was always endearing to Rain.
“Nope, I’m making it,” she said, waddling her way to a chair near where they were all playing ball. Mist was wearing a baseball glove, and Dexter had a bat. Wally stood next to Adam, watching carefully how he was holding the ball. Rain had no idea how Adam had learned to throw a curveball, but he’d been watching a lot of sports now that he had access to television, and she figured that he must’ve picked it up from that.
Wally let the ball fly and the crack of the bat connecting with the ball filled the air, echoing through the countryside as Misty took off after the ball at full speed. Rain watched her daughter run and couldn’t help but smile. How lucky was she that her children would have the chance to grow up out here where they could play and laugh, where they had the freedom to make choices for themselves and to experience everything there was to know about the big wide world. Their life would be so much different from their father’s and Rain’s had been, but she was glad she had gone through all of that now if it meant that her children could live like this.
As the others continued to play ball, Rain rubbed her abdomen and felt a few sharp kicks. Her mind went back to how that freedom had been won. After she’d killed President Violet, Commander Donald had had her brought up on charges of insubordination, but the charges didn’t stick. President Bissett had acquitted her as soon as he heard what had taken place. He recognized, as Rain had, that her actions were what saved all of them from being blown to bits. Since his daughter, Josie, was in that building, he was eternally grateful. He’d retired from politics a few years ago and came to visit from time to time. His daughter was now the prime minister, and her husband, Seth, was first gentleman. Seth did more than stand there and look handsome, though. He was instrumental in the military and also held the rank of general, so he was more than just a pretty face.
Sometimes, Rain still dreamed about Michaelanburg. She’d see her mother’s face and wake up in a cold sweat. Those nights were hard, but there were other times when she’d dream of her dad. Hearing him say that he was proud of her, even if it was just in a dream, always made her feel better.
“You sure you don’t wanna play, Mama?” Misty said, coming over to her with the ball still in her hand.
“I would love to, baby, but your brother is kinda in my way right now,” Rain said, rubbing her baby bump. Misty leaned down and kissed Rain’s stomach and whispered, “I love you, baby brother.”
Smiling, Rain said, “He loves you, too, big sister.”
Misty laughed and ran off, back to her dad. Rain followed her with her eyes and then met Adam’s gaze. The two of them smiled at one another, sharing a private moment no one else needed to know about. They may have started off victims of a tyrannical government set out to brainwash and abuse the citizenry, but they had created an existence so very much like a utopia that Rain couldn’t imagine any other place she’d rather be.
She was never meant to be a Mother, but she had fought her way out of that other world to become a mama, and being here with the people she loved most in the world was well worth the risks she’d taken as part of the Rebellion.
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