Being raised bi-lingual and to be proud of her French heritage as well as her British (English) roots could lead to confusion at times for both herself and strangers, but England was and always had been home. Even if she sometimes dreamed her family had moved to Hawaii or some other tropical spot where she could play Quidditch in the winter without the cold weather to go with it.
She blinked at the sudden outburst from PJ. She hadn't been that obvious, had she? "It's fine." She wasn't sure she was fooling the brunette but Dom hated admitting weakness. Joking about the 'joys' of pregnancy sure, but wallowing in misery because her family wasn't here was something she tried hard not to let herself indulge. Even if she missed them terribly. Her siblings, cousins, parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles. Mac. Hell at this point she'd settle for some of her Harpies teammates or rivals from opposing teams, just to have familiar faces. Thinking about it brought tears and she briskly wiped them away, trying to keep a brave face.
There wasn't anything she could do about it, was there? Either family would show up or they wouldn't, or she'd be sent home or she wouldn't. It didn't stop her from wishing it would happen, every day. But the city was an adventure and she'd done her best to try to enjoy it. That was getting harder the larger she became and the closer her due date loomed, but she still tried. Better to seem the cheerful happy Dom than the sad crying Dom.