WHO: Izzy & Dom WHEN: Wed evening WHERE: Izzy's flat WHAT: dinner & chatting (& izzy drops the preggo bomb) RATING: pg13 at most
Of all the people that didn't know, Isabella felt the worst about not telling Dom. Sure, she and Dominique hadn't been particularly close when they were kids. But lately, especially since this whole demons things started, they had gotten closer. In fact, she felt closer to Dom than she did to Vic most of the time. Who the hell knew what was going on in Vic's head. And Teddy was just... well, he'd been on Izzy's nerves for months now. It could just be pregnancy hormones and taking them out on the closest male to her, but she just didn't want to spend time with Teddy lately. And Dom deserved to know. She was picking up Izzy's slack and didn't even know why.
And if she was bringing Thai food with her, well all the better! Isabella waved her wand a bit to try and clean up some. She didn't want Dom thinking she lived in a pig sty. Although it was pretty much the truth. Her clothes thrown everywhere and the mess on her sink and table were proof enough that Wyatt hadn't been here in weeks (although she hated thinking about that) nor Hestia (which she was glad of). She was going to have to start cleaning up sooner or later, though. And looking for a bigger flat. But that was way too much for her to handle right now. She hadn't even decided where she was having the baby, or picked out a name, or found out the sex... or, you know, told her family.
Izzy sighed, flopping on the couch. It was getting harder and harder to move. She pulled her pile of files toward her and waited for Dom to arrive. Bloody hell she could use some pistachio ice cream right about now.