|Regina Mills (mostresilient) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2015-01-15 22:36:00
|gregory house, regina mills
Who: Regina Mills and Gregory House
When: Thursday, January 15, 2015; Evening
Where: Their Bedroom
What: Honestly? Just about anything. But mostly talking about the baby.
She'd had quite a day. It began with Rose trying to get her to go on maternity leave early. That sitting in the bakery's office wasn't good for her or the baby. But neither was sitting at home. At least at the bakery she could distract herself with filling supply orders. Or even helping bake a few of their more popular treats. Her regular customers needed to be kept happy. They were, in fact, the ones who made it possible to remain open. And their small expansion and the addition of their assorted hot beverages didn't hurt either. Without all of that they may just have had to close their doors. Instead business was better than ever. So, Regina, had politely ignored her suggestions. She was going to work until she physically couldn't. Which wasn't for another couple of weeks.
However, by noon, she was beginning to feel her energy waning. Twice she had dozed off and been woken by Rose who refused to leave the shop until close. After being awoken by Rose for the third time, Regina, admitted defeat. It was time to head home for the day. Only hours after arriving. Perhaps she would take half days until the baby was born. That way she still worked but would quell the older women's worrying.
Most days when she left the bakery, Regina, poofed immediately to their front door. But today she had chosen to walk closer into town before finding a discrete location to poof from. Why? She wasn't entirely certain as logically the brisk temperatures should have forced her to head home immediately. Then again she hasn't been the most logical thinking individual since she arrived in Lawrence. And it had, in fact, been a good thing she hadn't gone straight home because during her walk she'd stumbled upon Caroline and a facetwin. A facetwin she had mistaken for Katherine at first. Though quickly determined it wasn't her. They'd been injured and she reacted quickly by transporting all of them to the medbay.
Though it was an absolute miracle they'd even made it to their destination. Poofing herself wasn't always guaranteed to go smoothly these days. Let alone two others. But they'd been injured and there truly was no time to call for help. They needed medical attention desperately and she was going to make sure they both pulled through. Or else all hell would break loose in Lawrence.
Hours later she sat at home relaxing. A nap and a warm bath had done wonders. Now there were snacks resting on the table in front of her; a book of baby names lay open on her lap. If she carried to term they had roughly 10 weeks to go. And at some point they'd need to decide on a name. But every name she looked at wasn't right. With a sigh she slammed the book closed and then summoned an identical one to her hand from where it rested on the kitchen counter. It was time for reinforcements. With both copies in hand, she stood, and made her way into her room. Greg had retreated to their bedroom an hour before and she knew he was still awake. He wouldn't be awake for a few more hours. They were going to make a list of names tonight. And she would pass it along to Henry to see what he thought. She was not going to be one of those mother's who waited to name their child. No, her son would have a name by the end of next week, and it was going to be one they all agreed upon.
As she slid into bed she dropped the book on Greg's lap and said, "choose four names and please put some thought into them. I'll do the same." Without even waiting for a response she reopened the book to where she had left off and began looking again. If he wanted to talk while they did this she could multitask. But names weren't going to be chosen if she didn't even try searching through the book some more.