From the beginning, something told me that Michael was an alien. At first, Michael was just strange, different from everyone else and, in that way, alien. When I finally got to know him, the fact that his kind came from another planet didn’t bother me because, by that point, I had realized that he and I were not alien to each other. Loving an alien may seem dangerous to some people, but I wasn’t attracted to Michael’s danger; instead I was attracted to the softer side he rarely exhibited, even to me.

Being together hasn’t always been easy. At times, it’s been very hard. At first, Michael used to beat himself over the sacrifices he believed I made to be with him. What he didn’t realize was that following him was easy, leaving him would have been the real sacrifice. I can’t begin to know what Michael did to himself when I was kidnapped, but I do know that saving me healed him as nothing else could have. Being an alien had finally helped someone, instead of hurting them.

Like I said, saving my life helped Michael more than anything else could have. When I came to, He was leaning over me and the hunters were gone. I can still remember the look of awe on his face as he ran his hand over the green light shining from my abdomen. I saw the pride in his eyes. Not only because he was going to be a father, but because he had single-handedly saved his child’s life. We stayed at the duplex until the next day, waiting for Liz and Alex to call. After Liz, Vellena and Alex came back, Michael took me home and we gave a thirty days notice to our landlord. A couple of days later, all six of us moved into new apartments in Pasadena. Once again, we lived only a few blocks from each other, but this time, Michael insisted on a two-bedroom apartment and I found a way for us to afford it. I guess it was more practical in the end.

Now, over a year later, I sit here staring at the swell of my stomach, rocking back and forth in the chair Michael placed next to the crib in what will be your own room. I’m anxious to meet you. I can’t wait to give this journal to you, to watch you read it. If it bores you to tears, then blame Liz because she’s the one who gave me the idea. Ooh! That was a big one and only seven minutes since the last one. I guess you are going to come out today. Anyway, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised since I never knew what to expect during this pregnancy. I couldn’t get traditional pre-natal care. Max contacted Alma and asked for her help. Every few months, I visited Alma’s cousin, Gloria, and she did what she could for me, but I don’t want you to feel that I did anything I didn’t want to do. Having you is the best decision I ever made.