𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣'𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙣

𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

Calvin
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Dear Calvin,
         You are reading this letter for one of two reasons. Reason number one; you disregarded my warning to save the letters for their designated times, and let your impatience get the better of you. Or reason number two, the much more likely reason, our first baby has been born.

In that case, I'd say we finally won, Cal.

What is the baby's name? How I wish you could tell me. I do hope we kept the tradition of celestial names. If she were here, I'm sure my mother would adore it if we carried it out to the next generation. I'm sure you would have let me our child anything I desired. Perhaps we shouldn't use Uranus, however, if we choose something to do with the cosmos.

I'm thinking if it's a boy, we'll name him Calvin, after the greatest man I've ever known. Is it a boy, Cal? Or is it a girl? You know I've always wanted a daughter, but any child of ours with be my greatest joy. If she's a girl, I've always enjoyed the name Luna. It means moon, the one planet our tiny solar system has yet to find.

I can't wait for our little moon, my love. I can't wait to tell them our story, and give them the life we both deserved to live as children. What a lucky little moon they will be, to land in our galaxy.

And maybe after our first, you could give me a second? A third? I just know you will be the most exquisite father. I like to picture us surrounded by little ones to share the world with. Saturn has many moons, you know.

But only one Sun.

-Your Saturn

I folded the letter before my tears could stain it's perfection. Saturn's final letter in my collection had made me as emotional as the first. Still, I chuckled while I recalled her wit.

I managed to be patient for you Saturn. You guessed correctly, I went with reason number two.

I glanced down at the most peaceful sight in the world. Our daughter, born mere hours ago, her perfect skin glowing in the moonlight of the window.

"Luna," I murmured, glancing across the room at my incredible wife. We hadn't yet discussed names, but I'd never been so sure of anything.

Even from a distance, a saw tears spring to Saturn's doeish eyes.

"Our moon."