Hello, Mrs. LeBeau

One last funeral and then Remy and I left Utopia for New Orleans for a vacation! And apparently to get married at City Hall, my god. This is the first time since we left Utopia that I've had a chance to get hold of my laptop! (On that note, my god, I may love seeing that man naked, but god damn, I would have liked to see the city, too!)

And then Miss Frost informed me today that there are new mutants. Our generation will not see the end of the mutant race, thank god. We did it. We really did it.

So, now that life is starting to calm down and I've gotten some rest (And a newfound desire to beat Colin senseless. Condoms? Really? Cols, sweetie, I'm fairly certain Remy and I want kids.) I can finally go back to your lovable Mistress Myth!

You know, the little idiot who danced around at clubs and junk. The bitch you miss.

...GOD I wanna use an illusion really badly. I haven't done one in forever it feels like! Uuuuggghhh... -____- And I'm on VACATION. UGH. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO.

On a different, less bitchy note. I'm worried. Remy's been asleep most of today. Perhaps he's finally worn himself out? (Oh thank god.) Don't get me wrong. I enjoy having sex. Hell, I love being in his arms, in his bed, and doing things I'm never disclosing here. This is not a place for porn. Absolutely not. Okay, maybe eventually. We'll see how the cards play out, after all. Ha ha. Seriously, though. I'm worried. He's slept so much and it's unusual...

Oh well, I'm sure the dumbass is fine. Just so long as I'm not stitching him up, I think I'm happy.

Nah, I know I'm happy. I'm with him. We're husband and wife. I'm a LeBeau woman now. And, hopefully, I can call myself a mother, too, someday. God, I hope so. I want that, so badly...

No, he still does not know, and he never will know. My secrets are staying buried deep like his are. I KNOW that little rat hasn't told me everything, and... Somehow. I'm fine with this. Okay, I'm working on being fine with this.

Also, I PROMISE to tell you all how Remy meeting my father goes!

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FUCK WHY DID I NOT BRING MY CAMERA. Ugh. Sorry, guys!

Love,
Mistress Myth!