This is my one chance, to take back, no regrets.

[Michael O'Conner]

"Exactly, and if they're not going to hurt themselves, I'll never say no. You'll always have to be the evil one, sorry." she grinned. "And I look forward to the heterochromia of new and surprising colors," she added. "And I'm not sure. Everyone I can remember always been very blonde, which is most of us, and a few brunettes around, but those are mostly the ones who've married in. But redheads are recessive right? Or were blondes more? I can never remember."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"I've more or less resigned myself to that fact, yes. I'll be the mean parent, and our children will sit in our attic, with their friends, and talk about how I have no sense of humor. Like we just did with my dad. Maybe my dad secretly is as crazy as I am, he just hides it well?" Seraphim suggested thoughtfully, with an amused little grin. "And yes, cross your fingers on the eyes, because I can't make any promises. The last person to have it before me in my family was my great-grandmother. So it might actually be our grandchildren who get it, I don't know."

She shifted to get more comfortable, leaning back some on Leigh again, and smiling up at her. "As for the red hair gene.. yes, they are recessive, and I think brown eyes are, too. I think blue is the most dominant color, for eyes, if I recall. And I don't think blondes were more recessive than red. Though I could be wrong, since.. frankly, Tatum is the biology geek. She'd know. I much prefer chemistry, more structured, more equations, and scientific answers."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Never," Leigh answered reassuringly. "I'll keep you laughing, so they'll know you have one. And no matter if you're the evil one, and I'm sure both of us will at one time or another be forced to spout out the reasoning 'because I'm mean, I'm wicked, and I said so.' Every time our kids do well, both of us will be there to tell them how well they did, and how obscenely proud we are. So they'll probably be about bitching about us, but hopefully not about a lack of crazy-proof and lack-of-humor-or-attention. They'll be hiding to get away from us," Leigh giggled, wrapping her arms around Sera as the brunette lay into her. "We'll be the best parents ever."

"I hope they have your eyes. And either one of our hair would make me perfectly happy. We'll let Tatum and Rath and Adrian have the redheads."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"We'll be the greatest," Sera agreed softly, relaxing further as Leigh's arms wrapped around her body. She almost added 'just like your parents', but a pang of strained guilt stopped her short. It wasn't fair, really; her parents did what they could, busy as they were. Her own bitterness aside, she understood that raising [and supporting] three teenagers wasn't easy, even in a small city like Parkdale. With her father as emotionally awkward as he was, something Tatum had definitely gotten from him, she was lucky that he bothered with any of them at all, really. He loved all three of them, but there was none of the physical affection and gushing that she got from Leigh's mother and father.

If she hadn't been raised in it, perhaps it would have struck her as strange. But it really didn't. Just a little sad. Smiling at her girlfriend's comment about the red hair gene, she tilted her head back some to look at the other girl. "Sounds fine to me. And I expect they will. We'll have little brunettes, and blondes. Maybe darker blondes, almost browns. Although, mentioning Adrian, and.. babies, I just pictured a pregnant Jude, and it was oddly endearing."

She cracked another [wider] smile at the thought.

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh grinned, ecstatically. "That is the single best thought of all time," the blonde noted, suppressing the urge to bounce, mostly because she'd probably drag Sera with her, whether or not she wanted to go. "Well, besides future-pregnant me, obviously."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

It was Sera's turn to grin ecstatically, at the next thought put into her mind. It was a long way off, of course, but it was still a bit thrilling to think about. And definitely held loads of potential cute. "You'll be the most radiant pregnant woman ever, I'm sure. Very beautiful. And I'll get you all of the pickles and ice cream you can eat, and drive you to the doctor every week.. or maybe just Tatum, since maybe she'll be a doctor by then.. and might I add, I notice that you've stepped up to the carrying-mom role with relative ease. Which is good, because I don't think I have the pain threshold for childbirth, I'll be frank."

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh giggled, "well, I want to, you know. I've always wanted to. I want to be seven-months pregnant putting earphones on my pregnant belly and playing Mozart and stuff? And eating pickles and chocolate ice cream. All of it. And I figure that you being an obviously pregnant evil dictator might advertise weakness, which we can't afford, of course. Tatum will be a lovely doctor, and all I ask is that you stare at my sweaty, red, straining face and let me crush your hand a little during the whole birthing...thing. Also, that you give me drugs. My pain threshold isn't that high."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

Sera made a bit of a face, as she tipped her head back to look closer at Leigh. "You know, I hate pickles on a good day? I don't know how anyone eats them. My mom wanted lots of sweets with me, so maybe that's why I hate too much sugar in one sitting," she mused, shifting more comfortably against the other girl. "Seriously though, that does sound great. Mozart, and perhaps some books-on-tape? Or that Baby Einstein stuff. I hear it really works.

And yes, obviously pregnant evil dictator might be bad.. could encourage assassination attempts too, and then if one of us gets shot, then it's just going to be upsetting. I'll make a better daddy, I guess? And of course I'll let you destroy my hand bones, and I can't promise to make eye contact during the entire situation, since I expect I'll be straining not to cry from the broken hand, but I will make sure that you're plenty doped up during delivery. If Tatum is going to be the doctor, we might be in luck. I'm sure she'll pity you, birthing that niece and or nephew. I still reckon she'll faint, working as a doctor? But she's so dead set, I can't shoot down the idea completely."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"I hate sweet pickles, and bread pickles, but I do like dill pickles," Leigh noted, shrugging. "I've seen Baby Einsteins. Bethany loves them, and Stevie likes the kid-ones? Not terrible, but I swear that I've learned a thing or two. Including how to spell Tchaikovsky.

"Mom told me about that, too. Her food cravings. With Michael, for some reason, instant mashed potatoes. Which is really weird, because she hates them normally, and makes them by hand. But she wanted them. With me, Mexican food. Stevie, sweets, and Bethany, I think, was pomegranates, mostly," the blonde said, counting on her fingers.

"And, really, if Tatum gives me enough drugs, I'll probably be too distracted to destroy your bones," she noted optimistically. "And, I don't know. I assume gore just messes with everyone, and the doctor-y people just know it's worth it."

[Brody Rogers]

"You didn't know how to spell Tchaikovsky? I'm not sure I can date you anymore," Sera replied, trying to like serious, but breaking into another smile. "And really, Mexican food? I'm not big on that either. Or instant mashed potatoes. I pity your mother, all of that stuff sounds atrocious, other than pomegranates.. which I would eat by the fistful, whether I was pregnant or not," she assured her, finding her previously empty stomach, made a slight grumble at the thought. Perhaps it was time for that dessert.

"Plenty of drugs, loads of drugs, or so my hands are hoping. They're really hoping. And I agree, about the doctor bit. I'm sure I could do it, I wanted to be a brain surgeon for that short period in seventh grade, and I more or less desensitized myself to gore, via using the internet. So I could totally do it, but.. I mean, come on, big fancy lawyer. I love to bicker. I live to bicker, even. I'll leave all of the life saving for my sister."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"If someone isn't in to Russian literature, classical music, or is a super-brain like you, I firmly believe they have no reason to spell it, thank you, sir," Leigh replied. "But I can spell it now, in any case, so our relationship is saved! Woo!

"And I do like Mexican food though, but I like real Mexican food. Taco Bell? Not Mexican," Leigh grinned. "As for the rest of the list, I pretty much like all of it, in moderation. Never by the fistful for any of it, pomegranates included."

She grinned a little. "We should get these boxes downstairs and demand ice cream from Mom. And see about our celebratory cake and all that. What kinda lawyer would you want to be, then?"

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Real Mexican food is a bit hard to come by. We have plenty of Taco Bell though, totally," Sera mused, as she slowly leaned away from Leigh, and began to push herself up from her sitting position. "And pomegranates are the nectar of the gods, you know, so you better watch what you say, ya hear?" she added, as she was finally getting to her feet.

Reaching down to offer her hands to Leigh, to help her up, she smiled smugly. "I'll take two, you take two? And I'm piling the baby box on top of mine, too, because I'm not done with that just yet," she offered. "And ice cream, yes please. And cakes. Any sort of dessert, really. In fact, pomegranate? Also acceptable dessert. And I think I definitely want to be a really high class lawyer. Like, you know, be a DA someday or something."

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh made a bit of a face at the mention of Taco Bell, and then grinned. "I thought ambrosia was the nectar of the gods?" she replied teasingly to the comment -- proud of herself for knowing it, even as she made a mental note to buy pomegranates if they were in season, and to find some pomegranate-flavored gloss to replace her slightly mourned raspberry loss.

Leigh easily pulled Sera to her feet and collected the boxes as ordered. "Please just don't bring it out in front of Mom, though. I'd like to return to my room some time tonight, and she's going to keep us there forever to reminisce. And yes. Desert sounds just about perfect."

Carefully, she balanced her way down the stairs, attempting to hold the boxes in one hand and not fall off and kill herself. "And perhaps the question is a bit redundant considering your plans for world domination, but I'm pretty sure the media has insisted me that all DAs are either evil or demonic," the blonde grinned again. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Well, yes.. if you want to get technical, I should have said ambrosia. Perhaps pomegranate it just the nectar of the nerds? I quite enjoy it. As long as one cleans their hands between page turning, it goes well with a good book," Sera suggested absently, smiling some, and collecting up her own pile of boxes from the attic floor. It was a good idea, heading back down; the dust was starting to get to her a little, and the thought of dessert was tempting her far too much to keep her up there for much longer. Cake was the way to go.

"I'll try to keep the baby box out of her reach, then. Maybe I'll just drop it off in your room, for my own amusement later. Once we get back up there, of course," she continued lazily, smile still about her lips.

Leigh's comment about evil, and or demonic, district attorneys managed to get a smirk out of the brunette. She glanced over her shoulder at the other girl, giving a light shrug, and still managing to balance her boxes as they left the attic. "Nothing you don't already know about me."

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh reached up to accept the boxes that Seraphim was holding once she was far enough down to pass them easily, so that the brunette wouldn't have to continue to attempt to repeat her balancing act while descending the stairs, while smiling at her commentary on pomegranates and books alike.

"Dropping off the box definitely seems like the plan to go with. I don't mind you looking at it, but Mom's got more stores than anyone needs to possibly know about us, and I'm sure most of them are her favorite 'adorably embarrassing' ones that she thinks are cute to share, but are really just...not." The blonde sighed, a bit affectionately.

Reassured of her complete knowledge in the world of Seraphim, she smiled back, relieved. "Well...good then. Should any unexpected changes occur, I want you to let me know first thing, 'kay?"