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...this is hardly Heaven.

I would like you to meet our children.
Ultrasound picture
Either Jean and Alban, Fleur and Céleste, or Jean and Fleur depending on their genders.

I chose the names because Marius would faint every time I suggested a name.
And I didn't dare take him to the appointment for fear of him fainting again and falling and breaking some kind of machine. So he's not seen this picture yet.
So, as it were, have a look at your children my darling.

...After the immense screwing up of yesterday, one would think that today would have been terrible. I slammed a cane into mon canard's face, shattering his spectacles, and landed on mon ange, knocking him over and...well. I HAD rather expected there was going to be some sort of fall out, certainly, but as it turns out, the events of today are...seemingly not connected.

While I knew from the television that you can make small animals out of balloons, I was not, in fact, aware that condoms did the job as well, as this morning, I was met with several new friends in various shades of neon. And noticed, as the time went on, that all of our voices had gotten progressively higher.

Starring at a morning haired Combeferre, watching him try to determine why he sounds like a children's cartoon while Enjolras is tossing a swan made from condoms around is...Well. I am not even certain. But I AM keeping the kitten shaped one?

...As far as these things go, this one was at least entertaining?

How in the fuck is Marius still walking? How does Marius continue to have skin? My dear, dear, Madame Pontmercy, you give all of us something that we can strive for with our partners. I am awed, impressed and frankly, agog and aghast with Marius's lovely new bruises and bites. Truly, Madame, you ARE a goddess at work. A job exceptionally well done.

[Locked from Les Amis]

Bahorel came home drunk again last night. I get he's a responsible drunk and doesn't take things to a dangerous level but I think we're pushing him into it. Something has to change, and soon.

Does anyone know how to make the ill from this go away?

Well, this happened. Say hello to Valérie Belle Thénardier, my niece. Azelma's fine and so's this little one.

The red hair was as much a surprise to us as to anyone else, for the record.

Who is Madame Pontmercy and why did I need to be informed of her pregnancy?
This makes the network count how many now? God knows I will not be invited to the christenings, so one must keep track SOMEHOW.

I have slept 19 hours everyday for the last week... And I actually sleep the entire time. Nothing wakes me. And I do not feel unwell.

Monsieur Combeferre and Monsieur Thierry, any idea what could be causing my exhaustion?