"My gran's older brothers were twins, so it runs in the family I reckon. Not that there's much left of it older than my grandparents on my father's side." The wars against Voldemort had devastated the Weasley and Prewett families both, though it seemed as if her grandparents and the next generation had done their level best to rebuild the numbers. And so was she, she supposed.
"But no, I suppose it isn't." Dom tried not to think about all the things that she couldn't have here. Her friends. Family. Mac. None of them had followed her here and she had resigned herself to the likelihood they wouldn't.
An eyebrow raised at PJ's preface and she outright grinned at the brunette saying she had no filter. The smile didn't leave her face at the end of the question but it did turn rueful. "I suppose it doesn't mean anything here since I'm just another outlander. My family doesn't look to be following me here either."
She was quiet for a moment, thinking of Mac. Her hands had plumped up along with the rest of her and she hadn't been able to wear his grandmother's ring since the beginning of May. "It's a long story but the short version is there was a mixup with my contraception and then a night of fun with an old flame that resulted in these two."