He was going to tell her she looked pretty, but she could tell by his tone he was lying. Her eyes had started to fill with tears when he began fussing over her and her little nosebleed. "I'm fine Cash." Diana tried to protest, but was secretly glad he cared so much about her and the baby. She didn't really want to get up, she was getting fat and she wasn't sure Cash needed to notice exactly how fat she was. It was really his fault. So, he would just have to deal with it.

She washed her face, and waited for the bleeding to stop. She was pleased she didn't get any on her shirt, wearing white and being pregnant seemed to be a bad plan as she usually ended up dropping something on to her self. Tugging back up her pants, she tried to adjust herself so she looked presentable, no matter how she arranged her hair it didn't distract from her bulge. She scrubbed her hands to get the blood off. Once she was clean and as prepared as she could be.

Opening the bathroom door, she smiled at Cash a little. "Hi, Cash. I'm sorry. I read that it happens all the time, but… it just hasn't to me yet. Something about increased blood volume cause I'm pregnant. I read something about my gums bleeding too, won't that be pleasant." She giggled a little. She slid her hand in to his and led him back to her table. Someone had cleared away crackers, which displeased her greatly. "I'd like some pumpkin juice." She said, lowering herself in to her chair "And somebody stole my crackers, so you need to buy me some fish and chips. With some chocolate sauce for the chips. Do they have chocolate sauce here?"

"So, your mother brought over some books and things of yours, a couple months ago. Before I got so huge. So I've been unpacking and putting away some of your things. I'm really slow, I get tired so easy and am hungry ever few minuets. And studying for NEWTs. And helping with Sophie. I've just been so busy.  I was going to bring her today to meet you, but Mr. Abernathy was pretty sure that was a bad idea me being in my condition and her being a two year old and all…. What was I talking about? I can't remember. Anyway. How are you, how is school?  Do you miss me? I missed you, but its almost time for school to be finished, then you'll be home with the baby and I, won't that be perfect?"