Dear Columbia,
I feel a bit... Strange writing in someone's diary other than my own. But, Magenta said if it was a little too awkward to say to you, I should write it. And I have looked over some of the notes she has written you, and It was clear that she reads your diary... I don't know how, you have your own house now. But, it is interesting to see stories from another point of view. I am afraid I get off topic, so hang with me.
I am writing this letter as a thank you. I guess that love knows no bounds, but friendship knows more. I was horrified I couldn't have kids. I had wanted to have children since I was a little girl, when I saw my neighbor bring home a baby, and I babysat her. She was the cutest thing in all of Transylvania.
I got the news about three months ago, and have been a little bi-polar since. I couldn't sleep. It was like something was... Eating away at my chest, at my heart. That I could not have a child, that I would never get to hold them, tired from pushing them out, in tears, watching Cosmo cradle the side of his face where I most likely just broke his jaw.
Like one night, Cosmo and I were laying in bed, him reading a magazine. I got up, and headed to the bathroom for my shower. This was shortly after the news, so he was lucky I even got out of bed. But I didn't really take a shower. I turned the shower on, but I couldn't get in. I was sobbing, so I just closed the lid on the toilet and sit down, letting the bathroom fill with steam. I was so cold, even though the hot water and steam were warming quickly. He must of heard the sobs, because he came in.
He gasped when he saw me, and he turned off the water. He led me back to our room, and laid me down on the bed. When he turned out the lights, I couldn't help but let the sobs rock my body. The sheets were wet with my tears before he could cross the room. He sat down gently, and wrapped his arms around me. "It's going to be all right." He kissed my ear. He knew I just couldn't speak since the news, so he kept going. "I know you can't object, so I'm going to say it. You don't need a baby to make you happy."
"Yes I do." this was the first time I had spoken in a week, so my voice was rough. "I need to hold my baby in my arms. To cradle it, against me. It's little eyes..."
I felt him smile from satisfaction that I was speaking. "Really? What will their names be?"
"If it's a girl first, she will be Elizabeth, in honor of our mentor. If it's a boy first, his name will be William." I smiled now, thinking of children. My voice was clearing up.
"You know, it's not impossible."
"What?"
"You still can have children, it's just unlikely."
"I'm not in the mood tonight, Cosmo."
He sighed dramatically, and I laughed. "Are you sure?"
"Hmm..." I sat up, and looked at the ceiling. "No!" I pounced on him, and giggled. And like you, Columbia, I don't really like... Going into detail. About... Intimate situations. Let's just say... There was a chance that I could get pregnant, but my ovaries wouldn't allow it. But, yours will. In fact, you have a baby inside you. And I believe the first appointment to tell its gender, hair, eyes, max height and weight is coming soon. I love the Transylvanian technology... Reassuring.
-Nation, or, as you seem to call me, Nattie.