Diana Meade (purewitchrising) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-09-30 17:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, [plot] wild wild west, ~2018 september, ~25 points, ~~~diana meade (purewitchrising) |
Who: Diana Meade Jackson
What: Thinking about the future
When: Sunday evening
Where: The house
Warnings: None
Status: Complete narrative
Diana's life was a simple one. She was Madison Valley, born and raised. She'd gotten married there, she would raise a family there, she would someday die there. She was quite obviously not looking for that last part any time soon, but Madison Valley was where it would happen. If ever there was a homebody, it was Diana Jackson. And her husband didn't seem to feel any desire to travel, seemed to share her desire to raise a family there. It helped that his older brother was there, that they would have support.
They weren't trying too hard for a family, yet, but they weren't not trying. They would have no problems with it when she did finally fall pregnant, was the decision they had come to. And it would happen sooner rather than later. After all, Diana was young -- not much more than eighteen -- and fertile, and Nico was a healthy adult male. There was no reason for God not to bless them with a child, even if her husband was a little on the incorrigible side.
At least he wasn't utterly disreputable like Eleanor Constantine's husband.
The fact that there had been a wedding earlier made Diana smile, happy for the newlyweds, and had reminded her of her own. Hers hadn't been fancy, because her family couldn't afford fancy, but it had been a nice wedding. And with contributions from others, it had been made even nicer in that way that told her she and her family were loved. She couldn't imagine anything more important.
Diana was humming to herself as she tidied up. She hadn't finished up all the chores before the wedding -- though the most important ones had been completed -- so now she had to finish picking up and get the laundry ready to do the next day, and she'd already done what few dishes needed to be done, and that was all that actually needed to be done. She'd worked hard that morning simply because she did not know when she would arrive back home, and besides that? Working hard was in her work ethic. She worked hard, and she always would, and she would pass that on someday.
For the moment, though it would be enough have her respectable little house, with a husband who loved her, a small garden, and the ability to go into town as she wished -- she had a husband who trusted her, which was good because while she was a proper, obedient wife, she was anything but submissive and meek. She had things she liked doing and she didn't like being told she couldn't do things. Oh, she firmly believed in obeying her husband and following her position in life, but she also thought that if she wanted to go into town by herself or read a book that was something a little outside what most women would read, she should be able to. After all, if contained inappropriate ideas, surely she would disapprove in the end.
Finally, Diana had finished everything and was able to settle down in a chair with a cup of tea and a book. Her life might not be a particularly exciting or busy one, but it was hers and she loved it.
And that was what mattered.