November 10th

I'm on my way home! I'm going back to Manhattan! I got this great idea last week while writing in my journal and final got the chance to execute it. I have a maid in the house that I've befriended and she agreed to help me, so last night she loaned me one of her maid uniforms (which stretched badly across the stomach) and she took my place in my bed so those watching the cameras wouldn't notice I was gone right away. Holding a large stack of dirty sheets to conceal my stomach and most of my face I walked right out of the garage in front of the sleeping night guard. As soon as I was out I went to the bank to transfer all my money from my Genovian expense account to an American bank account that neither my dad nor Grandmerè had to authority to mess with. It totaled out to a little over 500, 000 U.S. dollars which is more then enough to start a new life in New York with or without Michael. After my stop at the bank I bought a new change of clothes and bought a plane ticket to New York. I'm on the plane now. I can't wait to get home and see everyone else.

Later November 10th

The first place I decided to go was the loft to see my mom and get some rest. I doubt I could face Michael in the condition I am in after the plane ride. When my mom opened the door she almost didn't recognize me.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" she asked. I started crying which I find hard not to do now-a-days due to my mood swings. It was so good to see a familiar face after being locked up in a French chateau for four months.

"Mommy!"

"Mia! Is that you!" she instantly grabbed me in a hug.

"What happened to you? Why are you here? Are you pregnant!" I can see why she would be shocked. Its not every day your 18 year old daughter turns up on your door step pregnant after being sent off to help run a European country 5 months ago. We sat down and talked for a while. It ends up that neither my dad nor Grandmerè told her about the baby or me having been condemned to France until I gave birth to that baby. She was furious when I told her the whole story. In fact she told me that she intends to take action and see to it that I can't be taken from the United States against my will. This suits me just fine. It means I never have to go back to Genovia again.

November 12th

I still can't believe all that has happened today. It started off when I finally worked up the courage to go by Michael's apartment this morning. I went to knock on the door and this little Chinese lady opened the door. I was a little shocked and thought for a split second that maybe he had already replaced me with her. Then I realized I was being irrational when I got a second look at the lady and noticed she was probably in her 70's.

"Sorry to disturb you, but is Michael Moscovitz here?" I'm sure this woman thought I was insane.

"Michael? No sorry. I just moved here a couple weeks ago.

"Oh, I see. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize he'd moved."

I felt absolutely helpless for the next couple minutes after I left the apartment. I ran away from my prison in France to tell Michael that I was carrying his child and now I couldn't even find him. Then I decided could just stop by the Moscovitz's house and ask them for his new address. I knew they'd understand considering I'm about to give them a grandchild. I knew I might even get the chance to see Lily. I knew she'd gotten accepted into NYU but last I had heard she planned to stay with her parents since, "dorms and apartments are a waste of money. Besides I need to save up for my broadcasting expenses."

I rang the door bell and stood there hopelessly. I was debating what I'd tell them when Dr. (Mrs.) Moscovitz answered the door.

"Can I…Mia?"

"Hi Dr. Moscovitz," I said weakly as she stood there starring at me and my enlarged stomach. It didn't take her long to snap out of her trance.

"Michael told us you were staying in Genovia for good now."

"Well, that's the thing…I left," I muttered staring down at the sidewalk the whole time.

"Look as me being so rude. Come in Mia. Lily will be back any minute now. She ran out to the store to buy blank video tapes."

I followed her quietly into the living room where Dr. (Mr.) Moscovitz sat reading his daily newspaper. He tilted his paper down just enough to see me and managed to stare only for a moment before greetings me with a smile.

"Why, hello Mia. What brings you here?"

"Would you like something to drink Mia?" the other Dr. Moscovitz cut in.

"A glass of water would be nice, thank you."

She quickly returned and we all sat down in an awkward silence. There was no way they couldn't have seen my bulging stomach and I doubted that they hadn't put two and two together and figured out that it was their son who was responsible. It was actually fairly embarrassing. Up today the Moscovitz's hadn't known the extent of my relationship with their son, but it was very obvious now just how far we had gone and just how irresponsible we had been about it.

"Well actually, I came by to see if I could get Michael's new address. I didn't know he'd moved until I went to his old apartment this morning to talk to him."

"Not a problem, dear. I'll make sure to give that to you before you leave. So how far along are you and the baby?" she finally said as if it was a normal part of the conversation.

With a deep sign I answered, "26 weeks. I'm due in the middle of February."

"So about six months then." I could tell she was counting back the weeks to figure out if it really was Michael's or not.

"How exciting! Congratulations Mia!" she said with such sudden gusto that she startled me. But I knew she genuinely meant it which meant a lot to me.

"Does Michael know yet? I'm assuming it's his child," Mr. Moscovitz cut in.

"It is his and actually that's why I'm looking for him. I wasn't given an opportunity to talk to him while I was in Europe."

"Well he's in for a big surprise." I gave a weak smile at the comment. 'Big surprise' didn't even come close to explaining it.

"This is so exciting. Dear, we're going to be grandparents!" Mrs. Moscovitz said to her husband before jumping up to hug me. Once we all sat back down we talked for a while. Mrs. Moscovitz was talking the fasted I've ever seen her talk. I had known her for years but usually she was in doctor mode which she used to psychoanalyze everyone around her. Now she was in full mother mode. She started talking about stories of Michael's childhood which I'm sure he would be mortified if he knew she was telling me them. Not long after that Lily got back from the store with an armful of blank videotapes. She took one look at me and dropped her tapes all over the floor as she screeched, "Oh my God, Mia! What have you done? Did you go get knocked up by some European prince?" I couldn't help but smile at her.

"Afraid not, Lily. I can thank your darling brother for this," I said motioning to my stomach. She left her tapes on the floor and ran up to hug me. Despite her sarcastic approach, I knew she was happy for me.

"Great! Now that stupid brother of mine has gone and made me an aunt at the age of 18!"

"How do you think I feel? He's gone and made me a mother at age 18!"

"You're going to be a great mom Mia. But I thought you were off in Genovia running a country?"

"My grandmother and father didn't see eye-to-eye with me about the baby. Grandmerè wanted to marry me off to some random prince to cover up the scandal."

"Well your Grandmerè can go suck on a toad!"

While Lily was making derogatory remarks about all the things my Grandmerè could go do, the door to the Moscovitz's town home opened unannounced.

"Hey guys," came a voice that I have longed to hear for five long months. "Who…?"