Come

Titus

And, here we go! Lots of secrets revealed, so make sure to read it.

--------

Hello, it's me again. Now you know how I'm connected to Elsa and Vlad, huh? Through Titus. Well, it's not completely true, but that's a story for another day.

I was born in 1976, and Titus was the second life after Ruth. My family consisted of a nurse who specialized in delivering babies and six siblings.

When I was six, I met David Alizae, the great grandson of Daisy and Gideon. We were in kindergarten, and I went up to him and asked, "Hi, do you want to be friends?"

He was a very energetic kid, and even more so when he was older. "Sure!" He reminded me of José, with his black hair and honest personality.

We stayed good friends throughout our school years, growing up in the LA suburbs of Glendale.

When we were eighteen, we went to the University of Oregon. It was 1994, and that's when we met her.

It was at a party. There was alcohol, but we didn't drink any. The ones who were drunk kept staring at the pretty girls. Most notably, one pretty redhead about our age.

I remember talking to David. He wasn't paying attention though. "David?"

He blinked a couple of times. "Ah, sorry."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What's wrong?"

He blushed and pointed to the red haired girl. "I was just thinking that she was pretty."

I put on a devious grin and grabbed him, pulling him toward her. "Hi, my friend likes you but he's too afraid to admit it."

David gasped in mock shock, and she laughed. "I know; what about you?"

"Sorry, but I don't fall in love with anybody."

"Oh, are you one of those people that swing that way? Or are you asexual?"

"I can't explain it that well."

She laughed. "Very well. I think your friend's cute too."

David grinned. "David."

She smiled even more. "Isabelle."

"Will you go out with me?"

She laughed. "Why not?"

They went out for a year until he asked her to marry him. They were very happy on their wedding day.

And then one day, I found Isabella throwing up in the trash can.

"I...I think I'm pregnant... Titus..." She said with the saddest tears.

I laughed. "Pregnancy hormones? Is that why you're crying?"

She shook her head. "I told David this, but my father abused me and my two older brothers. My brothers took most of the blunt, but I'm traumatized with the idea of a family. I don't think I can provide one for children."

She reminded me of Elsa. I hugged her tight. "But me and David... We would be able to. We grew up with happy families...I grew up with God, whom children love. David is honest and funny people, and children love those types. And you... you may think that you're a terrible parent, but you can always learn with time."

She smiled and cried into my shoulder. "Thank you Titus, you always know what to say. Oh gosh, I don't know why I'm crying."

"Like I said, pregnancy hormones."