She knew.
Isabella would be obligated to reach a threshold in her life, one where any trace of youth would be abandoned at bay. The essential notion had always seemed so dismal and unfathomable. 'Why fix what was never broken?' she questioned herself. Such lighthearted summers with friends, with Phineas; the most prominent responsibility taking form in a tenth grade research paper; a philosophy intoxicated with bliss. It would all soon be diverged into adulthood. Tears often slipped from her eyes at the mere thought. Where was this supposed… higher power, readily available to assist her every move in the transition? Such a passage's occurrence was simply too intricate for her understanding.
Yet as she lay in Phineas' serenely tender embrace, a wedding ring inhabited by her left hand and a protruding belly to coincide, she could not envision a more perfect journey.