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Three months after Dahlia Hawthorne went to jail, Iris realized that she was pregnant.
The first thing she did when she found out was curse herself for being so foolish.
The second thing she did was curse Phoenix Wright.
The man her sister had met in the courthouse library, where he worked for a part-time job. A freshman at the same college she was a freshman at. Her next target.
When Iris offered to take her place, she had only meant to save a life. She certainly hadn’t expected the sweet, innocent boy who was head-over-heels for her. She definitely hadn’t expected to fall in love right back.
She still couldn’t believe that she had asked him to take it to the next level, the night that he had taken her to her first party and they had both had a few drinks and she was in love, they were both young and in love.
And look what love had gotten her. Her sister took yet another life, getting caught out for once and now locked away, no idea what Iris had done with the boy who was willing to give his life for Dahlia. Dahlia, not her. Never her.
She knew her options, of course. She hadn’t lived in Kurain long enough to absorb their strange traditions around children, instead learning from books as a child and her sister’s constant flippant remarks. Her half-teasing, if he ever tries anything s usually ended up informational enough. She also knew it was a stupid idea to have a child. She was young, too young. Her and Sister Bikini provided for themselves just fine, but a child? Would the baby even survive in the cold? No, Hazakura Temple was no place to raise a child.
She could send the child to their father- no, the thought flitted out of her mind before it could even be finished. How would that conversation even go? Hi, Phoenix Wright the art student, I’m a girl you think you don’t know but I’m having your child! You thought you were sleeping with my sister who tried to kill you but you were actually sleeping with me!
So it was Hazakura, or nothing else. Would Bikini even be okay with this? She might kick her out, and then what would Iris do? There were so many reasons- god, there were so many reasons not to do this.
Iris knew her options. She knew there was no shame in doing what she had to. But yet… some small part of her, despite everything, wanted to be a mother. Some part of her wanted to prove that she could do it better than her own mother had. Some part of her wanted to not push away a child the way she herself had been pushed away. Some part of her needed this, needed to care for someone when all the people she cared for were beyond her reach. This wasn’t so impossible, anyway. She thought Sister Bikini might have children somewhere, and she herself had basically been raised in these mountains. Whatever she needed to do, she would do. But no matter what, she would never abandon yet another Fey child.
And so, deciding without really deciding, Iris went to figure out how to tell Sister Bikini something she could barely tell herself.
She was going to be a mother.
The daughter (of the lesser of the lesser daughters of the lesser daughter of the Fey clan) was born on an unusually warm December morning. Iris had been planning out names for months- something traditional, something flowery, something that didn’t start with an M. But as she looked into her baby’s eyes, Feenie’s eyes, they all disappeared. I should choose something common… But still, something different, something changed… like us.
Iris named her child Trucy. Trucy of Hazakura Temple.