This takes place right after X-Men # 70, for you continuity-wise.
Journal Entry : 350-70X
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Well, I can't believ it would come to this, hubby o' mine, but here I am. I just threw my stomach down the toilet, and you didn't even get up from bed.
I guess that's what I get for being Jean Grey-Summers (God forbif I let go of my own surname), Phoenix: X-Man, wife, support pillar for the heir to the dream. Mother hen of the whole group.
Normally, I'm not this angsty. god know I1ve been through enough: spending some years in the bottom of a harbor until by acident someone finds me, getting the memories of a celestial goddess, who could blow people1s lives out just like that (and worse of all, enjoying it, and me enjoying it also!), or spending my life with the man I love more than life itself... in front of the one man who could probably match me for passion.
So, here I am, pouring my soul out to this stupid recording machine you made us keep, Scott. Trust you to find a mechanized sounding board to keep the team in check. and somehow, I don't feel better at ll, watching you sleep peacefully.
How long ago was it, three hours? God, I've never been so scared in my life, as when I thought you were gonna die from that nano bomb that idiot Bastion planted in you. I guess I don't think much about it anymore (after what happened to all those super heroes a year ago), but you were gonna die on me, and I was gonna watch it. If it hadn't been for that Reyes woman, I don't know what mgiht have happened.
My god Scott, we can't keep this up for long. We have had enough "adventures of Cyclops and Phoenix". I don't wanna lose you, especially not after what I'm fearing is happening.
Besides, how much does the team need you anymore? I wish this didn't sound so real, but we're losing it... three new members, we know next to nothing about them, Bishop lost... somewhere, and Gambit.... I suspected something like this happened to Gambit (I AM the world's most powerful telepath now!), but I wanted to give him a chance. Too bad Rogue didn't
Yes, we're losing it, and I don't wanna see us dragged down by this. Even if it means losing Logan, I wanna keep you, especially if...
They say the difference between fear and panic are 28 days. If this is true, I'm close to panicking,and I need my husband by my side, all dedicated to me, sice it's finally happening.
Rachel is going to be born, and I know if I give you a choice, you might want to remain here. So the only choice wll be, if you want to be a perfect leader, or an imperfect father to your baby.
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I hope you like it. also, I hope you enjoy this little cliffhanger (sort of like the Moira X-Entry), and if you want to know what happens next, e-mail me!
Best of luck
Lestat
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