I’m not even going to try making excuses this time. As I sit in my office while trying to keep out the unholy horde that threatens to tear down the door, I’ll just say, that if a few years go by where nothing of interest happens, I simply don’t feel the need to record them. With that preamble out of the way, let me say, that it’s been six years since my last journal entry.

Shortly after the birth of the Seren and Dana. All the ladies of my little household, met up with me and confirmed that they hadn’t been scared off yet by my so-so skills as a lover and life partner, and the apparent discomfort Margot had shown while carrying my progeny.

Maci proposed a week after that, and she did it in her usual manner, semi-sarcastically suggesting we get hitched, since she already had all her stuff in our stellar palace anyway. Prim didn’t propose, but she made it clear that this was because she’d apparently been operating under the assumption that our pairing came parcelled with an eventual marriage. Henrietta was the only one who said she hadn’t quite made up her mind about us, but she did make it clear that she wasn’t thinking of leaving either.

Then somehow, a few months later, in a coup that I still find myself trying to figure, Henrietta was the one I ended up marrying first. Maci was still waiting for her mother to get back from one of her trips tours causing mischief and mayhem in the various alternate-realities. Prim had been called away by some bullshit involving putting down an ex-lover/ nemesis who’d been making himself into something of an intergalactic menace.

When I asked Henrietta what made her change her mind, she gave me this blank look like she didn’t know what I was talking about. I reminded her about our earlier conversation those few months go and she just sort of shrugged and said,

“I wouldn’t say I changed my mind exactly, I just wasn’t ready to get married right then...Now I am. End of story.”

My insecurity started acting up because all sorts of paranoid thoughts started popping up, but before it could become a problem, Margot stepped and saved the day. She silenced my paranoid thoughts by reminding me that sometimes in life, people just aren’t ready for certain things, and then sometimes they are.

After Henrietta’s wedding, Maci and Prim’s weddings soon followed. Shortly after I was good and married to all the lovely women in my life, we started having kids because why take life slowly when you can sprint, it’s not like we had all the time in the world for this stuff.

That’s sarcasm, by the way, we were all immortals by this point in time. Nevermind having all the time in the world, we had all the time in all the worlds. Margot was...well, Margot, our tether and her own efforts, were still changing her into something quite frightening and impressive. Maci and Prim were fae, even if Prim was only half-fae.

Even Henrietta was immortal now. Between the highly magical, miraculously “medicinal”, food we were eating, the augments she’d made, and tested on herself for our company, while researching magitek, and the repeated intimate contact with my probability-bending physique, Henrietta kind of just stumbled into being something decidedly more than human.

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Then when we were trying to get her pregnant, she and I came up with a whole other bunch of augments and treatments to avoid the horror of having my eldritch spawn tear her apart from the inside out.

So, I got married to everyone. Then within a year of our getting married, everyone suddenly decided they wanted a kid. I had no clue why everyone suddenly decided they wanted a kid at the same time.

I would have figured that the two we had already had, would have given us enough headaches for a thousand lifetimes. Not that I could actually say that of course. It would have made it sound like I didn’t want kids with them, which would look like I was playing favorites, which was a big no-no in households like ours.

Of course, that didn’t mean I shut up and took my lumps like some bloody prat either. That wouldn’t have been healthy for our family either. We talked things out and I explained my feelings, and they explained their feelings, and after a while, we all knew where everyone stood.

Bim, Bam, Boom, we started making babies. We staggered the attempts so that we didn’t get overwhelmed. Maci’s little girl, Flannery, was conceived right as the twins were growing out of their terrible twos.

Henrietta and Prim’s kids came next and were born at around the same time. Prim’s baby, Tau, was planned. Henrietta’s twins, Harold and Blair, not so much. It turns jilling out when you’ve just finished wanking off an eldritch entity and your hands still dripping with his potent seed, is probably not the best idea. Though I was also at fault for forgetting to shut-off my swimmers after I was done with an attempt to get Prim pregnant.

Honestly, considering that she’s supposed to be some kind of genius and I’m supposed to be borderline-omniscient, I half suspect that we both just decided we didn’t want to wait any longer. And not that we were both holding the idiot ball that particular Saturday afternoon.

Now I have six children. Two sets of twins, two single births. All of them between the ages of two and six. I have tried to pick up the slack as a dad and not let my wives get too stressed out, but honestly, I have no idea whether I’m doing a good job or a terrible job here.

Thankfully, I had plenty of help.

First, there were my wives. Margot and Maci were really all in when it came to the whole “mommy”-ing thing. Maci in particular was always very gentle with the kids, though I probably should have figured that out. Our love-making and other private time were quiet affairs, with a lot of simple gestures of affection.

Primrose was...I don’t want to call her distant or awkward. However, that’s mostly because I’m writing this down and if I know her as well as I think I do, she is absolutely going to see this at some point. Let’s just say that she’s the kind of mom, who loves her kids, but also has no problem leaving the minutiae of mom-ing, the diaper changing, the feedings, etc... to others.

She tries, but sometimes I can see that she has a hard time with it. I mean everyone has a hard time with it. Hell, I have a hard time with it, but she’s been having a harder time than the rest of us. I also see that she doesn’t really have much interest in it, which is also fine. Different strokes for different folks and all that.

That’s what the FC-Nannies are for. That’s also why our kind of family exists. Different players in different roles.

I honestly can’t blame her, in the entire household, she might be the busiest out of all of us, and this is a family includes three beings that are managing an entire multiverse together, and one corporate magnate.

Henrietta on the other hand, was almost weirdly adept at the whole childcare schtick. Skillswise, she might have been better than Margot and Maci. Once, I joked that she’d missed her calling as a preschool teacher and Henrietta gave me the dirtiest look. Apparently, those skills came from having frankly exhausting sounding number of siblings and cousins. Her family was larger than ours, and even with all their money, she’d occasionally end up having to help out.

Mint and Filomena helped out at home too. However, I couldn’t really count on them too much because they were adults now and usually either off at college, or you know, just living their lives. People sometimes think of pets as trial children but in my case, those two were literally the daughters I had before my blood-progeny were born, and I try to keep my eye on them as well.

Now if you’ll excuse me I have to run, the little monsters have broken into the office and they intend to try to tickle me till milk comes out of my nose. I don’t normally drink milk, but I did today for the sake of not disappointing them.