13. Fun, the year of the Pegasus

Dear diary,

Last time I wrote to you, I mentioned my children, and you must be wondering if I made a mistake when I said children, instead of a child. You must be racking your brain trying to understand how we can have children when it's only been one year since we got married.

It must have crossed your mind that maybe fairies bore children for a shorter time and that they grew up rapidly. If you thought so, by Pan, you were way off.

Although fairy pregnancies are different from human ones, a fairy can't have children old enough to be read bedtime stories in one year. Sorry, now I have confused you even more. I'll start from the beginning.

Van and I have been married for two months when we got our first child. When I say we got our first child, I mean we decided to raise a little human girl as our own. I know what you are thinking: 'Don't you hate humans?'

Well, I don't hate them, I never said I did. I just have a general dislike for them, and a lack of understanding of their strange ways. Besides, it's not like we planned it.

After all, I was with child at the time, our first one. We sure weren't ready for the extra work that a five-year-old was sure to be, but there was something about that lost little girl...

She made my heart melt. Her tiny arms wrapped around her in fear, she seemed to need my protection more than anything else.

We found her in the middle of the forest, terrified. How could anyone leave a small child in the immense forest? What kind of parent would do something as horrible as that?

Unsure of what would be the best thing to do, my initial plan was to stay away. I thought humans would take care of their own, but my need to approach the tiny human was stronger than my reasoning.

When I saw those big blue eyes full of tears, something happened. I don't know how to describe it, maybe a maternal instinct guided me, even before I truly was a mother. All I knew for sure was that I couldn't just leave her there, all alone. I guess it might have been my fairy pheromones guiding me to the children in trouble.

Even though I thought the stories about those occurrences were just a myth, now I know they are true. As far as I remembered at the time, the story said that once in a while, a fairy bearing a young one would emit these strange magical pheromones, that once they found a child in need, beckoned to the fairy to find them and help them on time.

I guess I was the first one to take it a step further and accept the child as my own. If you had seen that cute little angel, with her bouncy blonde locks and sad eyes, I am sure you would have done the same.

If I am being honest, I never saw myself as a mother. I was always too carefree, some would say irresponsible even, to be a good mother. However, all of that changed when I learned I was carrying Van's child.

Feeling a life growing inside of you changes your whole perspective on...well on everything. I am not sure if this was just a normal pregnancy feeling or if in my case, it was magnified by the unusual pheromones. All I knew, was that I had to protect the little girl.

Surprisingly enough, Van agreed with me immediately, which probably had to do with the fact that the little devil stole his heart. At first, she was scared and shy, but when she finally started feeling comfortable with us, we found out that she was quite a mischievous little girl. Since she was unable to remember her name, we simply called her Mischief.

Once she officially became our daughter, it seemed like we opened our door to something out there, something special, to enter our lives. Because sometime after finding Mischief, we found two more children, Peace and Chatterbox.

They are twins, but their personalities are quite different from one another, so much so, that sometimes it's difficult to believe that they truly are twins. As you have probably guessed, one is as quiet as a mouse, and the other one is extremely talkative. We found the two of them after our beautiful girl, Joy was born.

As for Joy, she is the cutest fairy-elf out there. Well, she is the only fairy-elf out there, but still... She is so cute, with her golden wings and small pointy ears protruding from her red hair.

We had no idea what kind of magic she would end up possessing, but we were eager to find out. At the time, the strongest trait in our little girl was curiosity, and that was what got us our precious twins. She was the one who first saw them while we were taking a long walk through the woods.

As you might imagine, it was a challenge to keep the baby with wings from flying away during the walk. At one point, she managed to wiggle out of my arms, and moments later I found her flying above two human toddlers.

She was dusting them with fairy dust when I reached them. The toddlers were laughing excitedly as the rainbow-colored dust fell all over their raven black hair and plump cheeks.

I didn't even know at the time that Joy could make rainbow-colored fairy dust, the girl kept surprising me. She still does. Of course, as you have guessed, I was immediately charmed by the cute little twins, and I took them under my wing as well.

Linky told me, after she found out about them, that there was a legend of a Fairy Call. All the lost and unwanted children of either magical or non-magical beings were magically transported to the fairy with the special pheromones which ensured the children's safety.

Surprisingly enough, the pheromones stayed active even a few months after giving birth, strange, I know. That is how I, a fairy who never even thought about having one child, got to have three human children and one fairy-elf baby.

However, I love being a mother because it gives me the chance to act silly as much as I want, under the excuse that I am trying to entertain the children. Also, I love them all, more than I ever thought possible.

As for Van, he is an amazing father, but the problem is that sometimes he is also a big child himself, so I have to keep him in line.

Oh, sorry the baby is crying, I better hurry up before Van comes up with another ridiculous idea for calming her down. Last time it was to throw her up and down at a dazzling speed. Suffice it to say, it didn't stop the crying, it only increased it. I have to go before my sweet idiot of a husband comes up with another crazy and dangerous idea.

Goodnight.