A SECRET IS WRITTEN IN HER SMILE. One that fills her with such infectious mirth she is almost certain she shall never know SADNESS again. The secret threatens to SPILL from the edges of rose lips, far too WONDERFUL to remain hidden forever. Diana feels quite thrilled with this little parcel of knowledge that is just hers to cherish. Her dearest friend is trotting near her, tail wagging and she thinks perhaps he SENSES the nature of her news. They can be like spies together, until she decides to share with her friends that she’s expecting her own little baby. This one not made from CLAY, but mostly certainly from LOVE.
❝ — You’ve FOUND ME OUT, haven’t you, Titus? ❞ Laughter colors her voice, singsong almost. She’s already laying on the floor, back against the sofa, simply content to LIVE within this precious moment. Her palm pats her thigh, encouraging Titus to rest his head on her lap. There’s always a PROMISE of ear scratches and belly rubs when he does so, and Diana does not disappoint this time either. She laughs more as he hunkers down, snout pressed against the soft swell of her belly. Such a small little curve that no one, not even Bruce, has noticed yet. But she has. ❝ — Promise not to let Bruce know that I told you first. He might be rather JEALOUS if you did. ❞