Evelyn’s Log: I Don’t Know Why My Husband Keeps a Log Book—But I Have a Huge Surprise for Him
Date: [The Moment Everything Changed Again]
Log ID: Evelyn Kerensky-Reynolds (Because if he gets to keep one, so do I.)
I don’t know why my husband documents everything.
Maybe it’s a coping mechanism.
Maybe it’s a way to process the madness.
Maybe he just likes the sound of his own internal monologue.
But I have something worth documenting today.
Because I have a huge surprise for him.
And the universe is about to get a whole lot more complicated.
Phase One: The Test I Just Finished
I stood in the lab.
Surrounded by top-tier scientists, government agents, and more uplifted creatures than I ever expected to be part of my daily life.
? The equipment was recalibrated three times.
? The data was triple-checked.
? The results were undeniable.
And I?
I just stood there.
Looking at the truth in front of me.
The confirmation that nothing will ever be the same again.
And I laughed.
Because of course this happened.
Phase Two: The Moment Reynolds Sees It
I walk into his makeshift office.
Where he’s probably writing some dramatic entry about the state of the war, the universe, or how much Bandit has ruined his life today.
I clear my throat.
He looks up.
I set the log book down in front of him.
He blinks.
"What’s this?" he asks, already suspicious.
"Read it."
He flips it open.
Sees the test results.
Sees what I confirmed.
And then he just stares at me.
His mouth opens.
Closes.
Opens again.
And finally—
"Oh, shit."
Phase Three: The Truth He Never Expected
? Reynolds isn’t the only one aliens are reaching out to anymore.
? Because they reached out to me.
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? And the reason?
Because the test I ran wasn’t about the war.
It wasn’t about reality anchors.
It wasn’t about the Fixed Points.
It was about me.
And the fact that, apparently—
I am pregnant.
Phase Four: The Look on My Husband’s Face
He stares at the test results.
Then at me.
Then back at the results.
His hands start to shake.
"Wait. Wait. WAIT."
I tilt my head.
"Wait for what?"
"For me to catch up with what the hell is happening!"
"You’re not the only ones aliens are reaching out to anymore, darling," I say with a smirk.
"Because now they’re reaching out to our child."
Reynolds stumbles backward like I just hit him with a truck.
"Evelyn. Sweetheart. My love. My entire world."
"Yes, dear?"
"Are you telling me that not only do I have to deal with this bullshit cosmic war, but now I have to be a father?"
I grin.
"Yep."
And right there, in that moment—
I watch as the full weight of reality crashes down on my husband.
And it is glorious.
Phase Five: The Aliens Are Already Aware
? The moment the test results were finalized, signals started appearing.
? Not from Earth.
? Not from the Architects.
? **From something else. **
And as Reynolds is still processing his new existential crisis,
Bandit leans into the doorway, holding a tablet.
"So… uh… I think some people just found out about this before you did."
Reynolds turns.
"What."
Bandit flips the tablet around.
On the screen—
? Multiple signals from unknown alien species.
? Some friendly.
? Some very concerned.
? One message just reads: IT BEGINS.
And Reynolds?
Reynolds sits down.
Head in his hands.
And laughs.
Hysterically.
"Oh. Oh my god. Of course. Of course. Why would I think I’d have a normal life?"
I smile.
"Oh, sweetheart. You never had a chance."
Phase Six: The Next Chapter of Reality
? The war isn’t over.
? The Architects are regrouping.
? The Fixed Points are still forming.
? And now?
Now we’re bringing someone new into the world.
And the universe knows it.
And I cannot wait to see what happens next.
Because if there’s one thing I know for certain?
This child is going to be so much more than either of us ever imagined.
End Log.
