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It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:




You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.

(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)

Reserved for Wedding Planning solo

Reserved for response to OMG, LISSY'S PREGNANT.

Journal,

A boy! Lissy had a boy! A wonderful, perfect, bouncing baby boy! We have decided to call him Bentley. We were a bit unprepared, actually--I was certain that he would be a she, and so we had decided on the name Eleanore. He was a wonderful surprise, journal! Bentley Miran Sadril. Even his name is perfect. He's ours, journal. Mine and Lissy's. He's beautiful, from his feathered halo to his silver tail. He's definitely has Lissy's hair. Thick and black. Oh, I can't wait to introduce him to the rest of the family! If I can get him away from Lissy long enough. I'm not sure.

Oh, and his eyes! They're bright green. He has slits on his forehead--I hope they're only for decoration and that he doesn't take after Lissy in that way. We'll be in a world of trouble if he does, but I suppose that's half the fun of parenting. He's got pointed ears like Lissy, journal. I'm thankful he got most of his looks from his mother--goodness knows what he would have looked like if he'd gotten them from me! He's got two stubby tentacles, too, each with a purple jewel. Don't know where those came from, but they show his worth. Bentley is more precious to me than any jewel.

Just like Lissy.

Bentley doesn't do much yet. Currently he's sleeping--but soon he'll be crying again. I think he gets that from me. He already seems greedy--but maybe that's normal for babies his age? I wouldn't know. The only infants I've dealt with were my younger sisters -- and they weren't infants very long. Not long enough for me to know much about them, anyway.

It's hard to believe that Bentley hasn't been in our lives forever. He fits so perfectly, as if we've been waiting for him our entire lives. Maybe we have. Even though he's only been here a day, I can't imagine life without him. I look forward to spoiling him! Does that sound strange, coming from me? I want to buy the entire toy store for him! It might take a bit of saving, but eventually, I'll achieve the goal.

It's nice, just being able to watch him sleep. It's as if nothing could end the peaceful dreams he's enjoying. I know better, though. As soon as he gets hungry... Well, I imagine you know a bit about babies, journal. I don't envy Lissy. I'll be helping, though. She won't be the only adult waking up in the middle of the night. She shouldn't have to take care of Bentley on her own; she should rest! She carried him, after all.

I look forward to introducing Bentley to Kaleb. He's been feeling down lately, so I figured Bentley might cheer him up. I don't think it's possible for someone to look at him and not smile. My brother needs someone to make him smile.

Bentley might be that person.

It's funny. Bentley's only a day old, and I'm already imagining what he'll be like when he's older. While he was awake, he seemed alert. I know it probably sounds strange, describing a new baby as "alert", but I can't find any other word that fits. There was something -- well. He had a look of intelligence about him. He's special, journal. Maybe it was my imagination, maybe I'm biased because he's mine.

Ours. Mine and Lissy's. Lissy's and mine. Our beautiful, perfect, bouncing baby boy.