Michael

I started writing in this journal because my wife said it would be a good idea. Maria was very insistent on it, so I did it to make her happy. Mostly so she'd leave me alone. When I bought one for Liz she insisted I pick one up for the both of us. She says it would be a good way for our grandchildren to get to know us, heaven forbid we die before we have any. Truth is heaven forbid she give me time to think on my own and I would have gotten them. No I'm lying, I wouldn't have and she was right about one thing, this journal has been good for me. If I write it, I won't say it and I'll get in less trouble.

Been married now for two years and we have two children. Alex is the oldest. Maria insisted on the name and since she was holding my hand so tight I thought I'd never regain feeling in my hand again, I agreed. Alex is two and if I must say so, he looks just like me, handsome with tons of personality. I can hear Maria snorting in my head. She still thinks I have the personality of a wet dog but she married me. She was happy about it too. Can't say I blame her, me being as handsome as I am. Gracie is our baby. She's 18 months. She doesn't really look like Maria now but she's going to. I know I'm going to seem like your typical father but she is the most beautiful child I've ever seen. She got this beautiful curly, dirty blonde hair and chubby cheeks. She got the cutest dimples and a smile that will melt your heart. That is my baby girl. From the day she was born all Maria keeps saying is "wait 'til she's a teenager". I don't listen to her. Gracie is not dating anybody I don't approve of and I don't care what she says. I'm putting my foot down on that. Two kids and we are expecting another one. Don't know the sex yet, she's only three months along but I'm okay with it. As long as the baby is healthy and she's okay, I'm good.

I got a job as a courier. I like my job, beats security. I get paid really well to shuttle stuff around. I use the company car and get four weeks vacation. I'm not complaining but the wife is. 'Go to college Michael', 'I want you to have a future', 'You don't want to do this for the rest of your life do you?', 'Michael, are you even listening to me?'. Sometimes I think she'll never stop. Thank God for small favors, right? I know she means well but I like my job. I liked my security job. She's got way too high expectations of me. Sometimes I think she forgets what things were like for us before we left Roswell. Hell before we graduated high school. I'm grateful though. I know should I ever develop the initiative to want more, she'll support me. I can't believe I'm writing in this thing, I even have stuff to say.

I do want to remember last night to look back on in writing. It was the best part of everything so far. Alex was going to his room and Maria and I were sitting on the couch. I was watching TV and she was doing some work. He said goodnight and began walking down the hall to his room. About fifteen minutes later:

"Michael, go check on him."

"He's in bed."

"No he isn't."

"He walked out of here fifteen minutes ago, Maria."

"I didn't hear the door close, Michael."

"I'll go check."

I start walking down the hall and sure enough his door is wide open. I go in to see if he's asleep and I see him teaching his sister how to say her prayers. They're kneeling on the same side of the bed and she's praying in her little baby voice 'God bwess mommy and daddy and uncle Max and aunt Liz and aunt Ibaselle'. He corrected her but she said it wrong again. I stood there watching them until they were done. When she stood up to go to her room, I picked her up and carried her.

"You did a good job tonight." She gave me one of her dazzling smiles and swung her arms around my neck.

"Down daddy. I'm a big girl."

"Not yet. You're still Daddy's baby." I got a smile again. I tucked her in and kissed her forehead. I stood at the door; reluctant to leave when I felt a head on my arm. She wrapped her arms around me, leaning against my arm. I put my arm around her as we watched her sleep.

"What took you so long?"

"Alex taught her how to say her prayers tonight." We walked down to our son's room and watched him sleep. We went to bed and I lay there just looking at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing."

I pushed myself down lower on the bed and lay close to her slightly protruding belly, rubbing it.

"What is up with you?"

"Thanks." I looked up at her realizing for the first time how happy I really was.

"For what?"

"Marrying me." She gave me the look I get when she's not sure what to do with me. She starting running her fingers through my hair.

"Your welcome."

Maria

My stomach is growing again. I have been married two years and I'm working on number three. You would think we didn't work or have lives. We do. It just seems sometimes like I just can't get enough of him, hence third child. I can't believe that I'm a mother. More than that I can't believe Michael's the father. I almost died when he asked me to marry him although he was till himself when he said I should just marry him now and get it over with. We were married in Vegas, almost three years ago and I'm still happy. He's still the same old Michael but he loves the kids. Sometimes I think he spends more time with them than I do.

I'm married. I still can't believe I'm saying those words. I never thought that I'd be married much less being Mrs. Michael Guerin, and trust me when I tell you that I hold that title with honor. It has nothing to do with his powers or his position in power on his home planet. Hell, here he's a courier. Not much on the totem pole of positions, but he's happy. He was happy with that god-awful security job. I cannot understand for the life of me how a King's right-hand man can be happy content being a courier. But that's just me. No, I'm happy being Mrs. Michael Guerin because he's a good father and I love him to distraction. I had him buy one of these for me when he went to buy one for Liz for her birthday. I made him buy himself one, which was probably useless because he'll never write in it. I can't imagine my husband keeping a journal but I wanted him to have it. I told him that it might be nice to keep moments to share with the children and grandchildren later. He wants me to believe that he could have thought of that on his own. This from a man who carries other people's shit around for a living.

It's a good job. I know that because he can make most of the bills with his check alone but I want so much more for him. I want him to realize his full potential. He is capable of so many things, and not just for the money either because I like my job. I get to work with my best friend and do and learn so much everyday. I just want him to be proud of what he does but I'm so clueless I keep berating him about it and he looks at me like I have four heads. He drives me crazy because I can't understand him sometimes but I love him to distraction. The thought of them leaving Roswell without me was heart breaking. When he hugged me and walked away it was like not being able to breath. In that one moment I knew I'd never be able to live without him. He was my soul mate and it took that one moment for me to realize it. I can't imagine where I would be today if I had let him walk away from me. I do know that I'd be miserable without him. I'm miserable with him but it would be unbearable without him.