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Ada was feeling a little better, or as much as she could with the way her head had been feeling and having had her shoulder dislocate. She was bummed that she'd gone out so early in the match, and she hadn't heard yet whether Montrose had won or not. Ada wriggled in the bed trying to get comfortable, which wasn't easy when she was so used to sleeping on her side. But with her arm still braced she couldn't easily turn herself to either side.

With a sigh she closed her eyes and tried to will herself to rest, if not sleep, but it wasn't quite as easy as it was when she was at home. Just as she was starting to drift off a little she could hear footsteps coming into the room. It didn't quite make sense since the Healers had been by to check on her only a moment ago. She blinked, wiping at her eyes with her free hand, across the dimly lit room. "Alasdair!" Her face instantly brightened at seeing his face. Although she did recall seeing it earlier before being sent to St. Mungo's... or at least she was fairly confident she had, but her memory from the Oaking up until now was still a little fuzzy and she wasn't entirely certain she wasn't imagining things.

Alasdair stepped quickly into the room, with soft footfalls arranged to disturb her less and not hurt his fiancée’s already aching head. He was quick to place himself in the seat by her bed, concern all over his face as he reached for her hand.

“Hey, love. How are you feeling?” he asked, watching her face carefully.

Ada quickly took Alasdair's hand and laced her fingers through his. "Better for seeing you," she replied, smiling softly. "I think 'ow' is probably an understatement, but it doesn't feel so bad at the moment with the pain potions they gave me earlier."

She might not be feeling any less pained than she was before but just seeing him there lifted her mood. "It's... Florrie thinks my shoulder should be fine but..." Ada went quiet, and couldn't stop herself from frowning at the thoughts swirling in her head as she looked down at their joined hands. "Healers said my head was definitely concussed and I have to stay here at St. Mungo's for a few days and then..."

Alasdair winced a little as she mentioned needing to stay in the hospital for a few days. A concussion that bad… no, he wasn't going to finish that thought. Nothing good would come of it. His face was a little pained, though, looking at the woman he loved lying there in such discomfort. He leaned in and gently kissed her temple, this being all he could really do at this point.

“A few days and you're home where you belong” he supplied, stroking back a strand of hair from her face. She’d be out in time for the engagement party at least. “And your team won, at least.”

Ada closed her eyes, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, as she wished she could do more than her head and braced arm allowed. "For weeks though - not that I'm not happy and looking forward to getting out of here and being home, it's just..." she said, trailing off. She loved playing Quidditch, even if most people didn't get why she stayed a reserve, and being told that she was pretty much off all activities for at least a few weeks... it sucked, and she didn't what she was going to do besides rest until she was allowed to start gradually doing things again.

Ada was happy to hear that Montrose had still managed to win the match though - despite being a player down, and she vaguely recalled that Kal had been injured but couldn't remember how badly. As her thoughts drifted back to thinking of what she'd do at home even if all she'd be doing was resting for at least the first few days or so Ada couldn't help the chuckle that suddenly escaped. "The cats will be pleased having someone at home to snuggle with for a while, even if it is temporary," she said, explaining her sudden burst of cheer.

“The cats would be demanding more attention from you as you moved around more again, and sulk,” he grinned, stroking his thumb over the hand that held his. He was certainly trying to keep things light, for her sake, but Alasdair really couldn’t bear the sight of her in a hospital bed.

As such, he was quiet. Almost still in how quiet it was in the room. He felt so lost, and helpless, not knowing what to do.

That got a chuckle from her as she imagined the situation Alasdair described. Ada wished she could have the cats there with her now but she knew that was unlikely to happen for a variety of reasons; which she understood even if it was disappointing.

Ada couldn't help but notice the worry that hung at the edges, even when he was trying to keep the moment light for her sake. "I'm glad you're here. Even if 'here' isn't really where either of us would want to be right now," she said, trying to reassure him that even though she was in a bad state at the moment that she was still alright.

Alasdair lifted her hand and kissed it again, the intimacy of the gesture as soothing for him as it was intended to be for her. He wouldn’t have felt right being at home alone without her, something he knew she’d know, and so he didn’t even say as much.

“I know we’d both rather be at home, making plans and everything,” he replied, thinking of the future they were working towards together.

Her eyes followed every part of his action, smiling softly as she watched him, wishing for more but feeling content enough that the small gesture was working the way he'd intended.

"Mmhmm," she murmured in response. Ada was happy to note, when the thought flittered through her mind, that even though she'd be on rest duty she wouldn't be missing their engagement party. "What would we have been planning tonight do you think?" she asked curiously. "More wedding stuff, or something different?"

“The wedding’s part of it, I suppose,” he mused, idly looking at the window as he thought of the last of the things still to do. “The future and everything. But it’s not the only thing, you know? More like, it’s the start of everything else.”

He’d found his mind wandering, as he waited for admittance to her room. His thoughts had been drifting further and further ahead from their big day, especially with Ada lying in a hospital bed.

Ada gave a nod of understanding. They'd already made a home for themselves, and were getting married, but there was still a big wide future out there for them. "Like... maybe starting a family of our own?" she suggested, gazing up at Alasdair.

Recently, though she was still unsure how they'd gotten to the subject, it had been pointed out to her by Lorna MacFarlane that she might be compensating for something or there was maybe a very particular reason as to why she and Alasdair kept adopting cats they came across. Ada had politely scoffed at the idea at first, and it wasn't until later when she was at home and could think about it that she realised that maybe Lorna had had a very good point.

Alasdair looked up at that, less surprised and more wondering why now that Ada had mentioned it, rather than him. He'd brought up the subject of children before, even mentioned it in his proposal, but hadn't pushed the issue. It was, after all, a different kettle of fish for a female player. They had big issues to think of, whereas the careers of male players could seemingly go on forever, children or not. There would be no suggestion of grounding HIM when a child eventually came along.

“You know that's something I'd like,” he replied, cautious but not showing it. “Timing’s the thing though, aye?”

"I know," she murmured with a smile. Timing was the issue though. So long as she kept playing it would never really be the right time, and she'd be missing out on an entire season, if not more, if they did have a child. "Not sure that there'll really be a 'right' time. And I do want to start a family with you but I don't think I'd want to wait forever to start doing that."

The question of how then still remained, since she didn't want to quit give up playing Quidditch just yet.

Ever the stats guy - even in situation like this, Alasdair was running figures in his head. He glanced at the ceiling, working things out. “Well… you’re right. It’d mean missing a season either way,” he began, running his thumb over her knuckles. “But conceiving any time before or during May would mean benching. May any year, I mean,” he clarified, looking at her. “July-September means an April-June bairn, which would at least mean being able to join in preseason training,” he finished. Yes, he’d been thinking about this.

“The earlier the better, though, because it’d give you more time before getting back on the broom.”

Ada couldn't help the somewhat slightly amused smile from appearing as she listened to Alasdair. Not that she was at all surprised that he'd figured it all out just like that, or even that it had been on his mind. "I'm not sure I could've figured all that out at the moment," she said feeling a little drowsy, as she brought their joined hands up so she could kiss his. "I'm glad I have you for that, and more..."

"Mmm, maybe it's a good thing then our honeymoon is when it is then," she murmured happily. Her thoughts turning to the possible children they might have, and thinking of who they'd take after. With the pain potions, and how her head was feeling before that, it was easier to think of at the moment more than the practicalities and logistics involved.

“I keep saying it, but everybody needs a favourite Ravenclaw,” he half-smiled, his attention focused still on her wellbeing rather than his own joke. When she kissed his hand, he relaxed a bit more, still watching her, listening for every breath.

“You’re thinking sooner rather than later, then?” he asked, knowing that the time they were using for their honeymoon would be part of the offseason no matter what year you looked at.

"You're definitely my favourite Ravenclaw," she said, giving him a smile. "I don't even care if that's biased."

Ada thought about it for a brief moment. She realised it was like she'd said moments ago. She didn't want to have to wait forever. No matter if it meant not getting to play Quidditch for a while. She just felt she couldn't wait so very long, waiting for the 'right' time, to start a family with Alasdair. "Mhmm. I know what it'd mean but... I don't want to wait," she replied, giving his hand a squeeze.

Alasdair just chuckled in response. Anyone who didn’t enjoy a bit of bias in their favour, where their spouse was concerned, was probably lying. As far as he was concerned, anyway.

At her other words, he gave her hand a squeeze once more, their entwined fingers still tight as they were lowered towards the bed. He smiled, a warmer, more loving smile this time, and leaned over to brush away a strand of hair that had fallen over her face. “The honeymoon it is, then,” he replied softly, leaning over to this time kiss her forehead.