The source of my strength

The start of it all-Robin's side

A/N: Hello, everyone! this is the second to last chapter I have on backlog. After this and one more chapter I'm going to start writing new chapters. With that boring technical stuff out of the way, it's time for yuri!

Chapter 2: The start of it all: Robin's side.

December 22 2030, 6:30 a.m.

Unknown Location

Out in the rural areas of Los Angeles was a small house, a cheerful single-story brick house painted sky blue with decorative vines growing on the walls. A sign on the front door read "Ms Juniper Woods & Prosecutor Robin Newman", with the former name written in delicate cursive and the latter in a flowery, energetic scrawl. In front of the house was a fruit and vegetable garden, healthy and robust, while in the back there was a smaller building painted in bright primary colors, all surrounded by a wooden fence.

Inside the smaller building was quite a sight to behold: It was covered from wall to wall in art supplies of different kinds, such as paints in one corner and sculpting tools in another corner, with a multi-purpose oven in the center of the whole room. Squeezed up against the farthest wall from the door was a wooden table with metal working tools scattered here and there, with a single chair in front of it. Sitting in the chair while sleeping on the table was a young brunette woman. The building was an art studio, and the woman in question was none other than Prosecutor Robin Newman.

In the years since her true gender was exposed, Robin Newman seeked both the truth as a prosecutor and her true self as a person. With the help of her friends and her girlfriend Juniper, she was able reconcile with her repressed femininity, and it showed: her hair was shoulder-length, and despite wearing her art outfit of cargo pants, blouse and a smock, the blouse and cargo pants were noticeably really pretty. The smock itself was lovingly hand-knitted by Juniper, with a bright heart still visible on it despite a couple years wear and tear.

As sunlight filtered through one of the windows and onto Robin's face, she slowly woke up, her mind fuzzy from having only gotten a few hours of sleep.

Is it already morning? What time is it?

She checked her wristwatch, only to bolt awake when she realized that she had only an hour to get ready for work.

This is bad! If I'm late Edgeworth is going to be soooooo mad at me!

Robin quickly put away all the tools she had been using and tidied up her workbench. But just as she was heading out the door she remembered why she had stayed overnight at her art studio in the first place and went back inside, towards the oven in the center.

In celebration of the three happiest years of her life, Robin had started work on what in her mind was the greatest work of art she had ever created. She had spent all of yesterday working on it, going over every little detail so that the end result would be perfect. She had meant to take it out of the oven but she had been so tired that she fell asleep not long after she turned the oven off.

Robin opened the oven door and peeked inside. Deep within the massive oven was a single mold, one that was no bigger than the palm of her hand. She grabbed the mold and opened it, revealing what was inside: a singular ring, made of high-quality silver and decorated with a vines and flowers pattern etched into it. The only thing the ring was missing was a jewel, and Robin was planning to get a one later.

Robin stared at her handiwork in awe. She had succeeded in creating the ultimate symbol of love, a representation of her all the feelings in her heart she felt for her girlfriend. Her Juniper deserved nothing less.

In the three years that they had been together, Juniper kept finding new ways of making Robin the happiest woman alive. And it all started on their first date, all those years ago...