Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 118
Date: 23 - 09 - 818 AS @ 20:03 SUT
Title: Untitled.

If you told me a week and a half ago I'd be where I am, with who I am, how I am at this point I'd probably have laughed at you, shot you, had my way with your dying self and then thrown you out the airlock into the Wilde-infested pea-soup of Sigma-13.

But, despite how I never saw it coming, I now have a certain special Military Admiral asleep in bed next to me. Still in his uniform, I might add. His sleeping face is rather adorable...

Anyway.

I don't feel so bad right about now. I do wonder how long it'll last though - looking over the last few entries I've made in this thing, it reads like a roller coaster. But, you know, looking over at Gunther snoozing away tied up in a sleeping bag on a bunk with Misaka on the level above him, little Sakura locked in tight beside... makes me realise just how damned lucky I am to have these people around me.

Perhaps more importantly though, is that I'm now a fiancée. Twice. A rather uneasy and melodramatic return to Gunther's side ended with me falling asleep in his office - and waking up to an engagement ring tied to the door handle. Not exactly the traditional way of doing it but as I asked the man earlier, "just what about me is traditional, anyway?".

It was Misaka's birthday on Tuesday. I had been saving the thing for so long I didn't know if I'd ever actually use it - a Sterling silver ring that I "found" during my time in Kusari when I first met her. Well, I decided that if I was going to become someone's wife, I would take Misaka as my own. We've been through hell together - caused by both external and internal catalysts, yet we've persevered through it all and I will now live the rest of my life with her a part of it.

Who cares if it's not normal for one person to both be a wife and have one herself? I sure as hell don't and Misaka doesn't either. The fact remains and cannot be changed that I love her dearly, even more so after these past months of unease. Such a wonderfully sweet and caring girl, going right past all my little, and not-so-little faults and foibles and carving her name in my heart.

Hell, looking over at her sound asleep with our de facto first "daughter" in her arms, I'd swear Sakura was biologically Misaka's own. They have nearly identical hair colour and cut, and Misaka makes such a wonderful mother - doting on our little white devil all day, every day. Misaka does a much better job of it than her other mother, that's for sure.

I did pay a visit to my doctor on Berlin, she's handled everything I've managed to inflict upon myself including the maintenance of the gunshot wound I earned. She's as amazed as I am that I'm having a fairly normal pregnancy in spite of my "lifestyle" as a pilot. I credit some of that to the fact Gunther grounded me under issuance of direct orders not only to me but the entire Military command - forbidding me from taking flight in my Wraith and warning of unspeakable pain to anyone who permitted it.

Besides all the irritating, embarrassing and awkward little things that go with becoming a mother there have not been any significant complications. Misaka has always been supportive of me during my less-than-ladylike moments and held my hand with pride - and there have been a lot of those moments, that is without a doubt. I never realised just how... unpleasant "certain" aspects of pregnancy are. Who the hell thought throwing excessive farting in with something like carrying a baby was a good idea? I mean seriously, it's just mortifying.

Although, with that said, if the same creator of the gassiness was responsible for the sex drive and heightened sense of pleasure, I wish to shake their hand - they got that bit right, at least. Up until I ballooned out to the size of a CSV whence it became rather awkward to have someone else take care of it, of course.

I do, however, have something of a problem before me.

Where do I sleep?

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