Becoming Real: Which House?
In this installment of Becoming Real, Diana is about 4.5-5 months into her pregnancy, in her last semester of medical school. Diana is thinking about all of the cute things Michael has done so far and recounting them to Emma and Alicia, who’ve just gotten back from their honeymoon after eloping. @coveofmemories @the-slytherin-ice-queen @cosmicjennifer @mxolh @ultrarebelheart @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @tinyplanet-explorers @burnbrightdoll
“Okay, so what made you two decide to elope? Diana asked. It was in the middle of the day. She had two hours between the end of class and the start of her clerkship, the last one she’d do in medical school, and Emma and Alicia had recently returned from their honeymoon.
Alicia grabbed Emma’s hand entwining their fingers as she rested her head on her wife’s shoulder. “We were doing all this planning and things kept going wrong, so it was frustrating, and then a couple weeks ago we just looked at each other and asked why we were doing this.” Emma laughed, turning to Alicia and placing a kiss on her nose.
“We just figured, all we want to do is get married. We don’t need a party for that,” Alicia said. “So we packed our bags, booked the next cruise and got married on board.”
“And how was the honeymoon?” Diana wondered.
“We barely left the room, honestly,” Emma laughed. “And you’re not mad?”
Diana shook her head and the baby kicked. She rested her hand on her stomach. “Why would I be mad?”
“Well, because you would’ve been my matron of honor.”
Diana reached over and placed her hand over Emma’s. “That’s all I need to know. Plus, you saved me a whole lot of money. Weddings are expensive. Plus, if it weren’t for my aunt Garcia, we would’ve done this same thing.”
Emma heaved a sigh of relief and then placed her hand on Diana’s stomach. “How’s the baby? Did you find out the sex?”
“Nah,” she shrugged. “We don’t care. Like genuinely don’t care. I just want them healthy and so far they are good. Michael had been the absolute cutest though.”
Alicia perked up, having practically fallen asleep on Emma’s shoulder. “Yea? Like what?”
“Well, a couple weeks ago, I felt the baby kick for the first time. Michael was home, so I went running outside to tell him.” She laughed, remembering what happened next. “I grabbed his hand, told him what was happening and once his hand was on my stomach, the baby kicked again. He pulled it away, and was like ‘I never want to wash this hand again.’”
“Awww,” Emma and Alicia said simultaneously. “He’s too cute. Anything else? I want all the cuteness.”
Diana looked down at her stomach again, getting a little more comfortable with her growing bump. “Well, once I started to really show, I could not have felt less sexy, like at all. I was humongous, still am, and I felt awful, but one night, he said out of nowhere that he still found me beautiful. It was completely out of nowhere. When I asked him why, he said, ‘cuz I’m in there.’ Must be a man thing, but I found it cute.”
“That is so a man thing,” Alicia laughed, “But that is cute.”
“Oh! Oh!” Diana exclaimed. “Just before he left, I really wanted to take a bath, so he fixed it for me. It was warm, not hot, because he said I would be cooking the baby. My husband’s such a loser. But he’s my loser.”
Emma snorted, the water she drank nearly coming out of her nose. “Oh my god, he’s such a dork. He’s coming back from a case soon right?”
“Yea,” she said, looking at her watch. It was about time to go to her clerkship. “He’s coming home and we are gonna do some nursery decorating. I gotta go though. Being a super mommy is hard.”
“But you’re great at it,” Alicia said. “We are gonna go home and…”
“Oh, I know!” Diana laughed.
Diana thought it would be a day at most, but then they got called away on another case. Thankfully it was short and the team was home in a matter of a couple days. Emily was the only one still working and she’d be retiring soon. Her dads, JJ and Garcia had all retired. Grandpas and Grandma especially couldn’t wait for all the baby time they’d be getting.
“So we are definite on the design for the nursery right?” Michael asked. Considering it genuinely didn’t matter to them what the sex of the baby was, they decided to just go with something that was close to both of their hearts. Harry Potter.
Diana nodded excitedly and looked excitedly at the door. Michael hadn’t let her in the room in days. Apparently, there was a surprise. “Good, because I had Emma come in and do something for above the crib.” As he opened the door, Diana immediately started to cry. The hormones were wild. Above where the crib would be was delicate script that read, “It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” On the side of the quote was a beautifully painted picture of a white owl. “It’s Hedwig!” Diana was so happy. She’d always loved Hedwig.
“I’m gonna put the crib together,” he smiled, kissing her cheek as she stared at the quote. “Then we can put the blanket in.” Of course, it had to be a picture of the Marauder’s Map.
Diana started on her project, a little board that said Free Dobby with clothespins to hand random socks from. The room was basically white, with brown and green accents. “I figured on that wall we can have Emma paint the baby’s name in the Harry Potter font,” Michael said excitedly, his eyes widening as a realization dawned on him. “And maybe she can paint the patronus of the doe, because it’s Snape’s and it means Always, and that fits because we’re going to love this baby forever and ever.”
He was so excited Diana started to cry all over again. “I love that idea,” she breathed. “And when the baby gets a little bigger, maybe we can make a mobile out of the flying keys!”
All of a sudden, the baby started kicking incessantly. “I think the baby likes all of these ideas,” she laughed. “So you think the baby is gonna be a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor?”
After a few moments, they both said at the same time. “Hufflepuff.”