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In the beginning, there were no thoughts of children.
It wasn't that she'd never considered it; she just didn't like the idea. Diana never grew up daydreaming the names of her future sons or planning the weddings of her future daughters. She never played house the traditional way; she was the one who brought the bread home while whichever playmate that had been forced into being her 'husband' wore the scratchy green apron and waved around plastic utensils. She wouldn't hear a word of such blasphemy from her parents or her friends. They didn't need grandchildren or godchildren, despite their begging and pleading. Diana Susan Foster was quite capable of standing on her own, thank you very much. Perhaps one day she'd marry, but no man would be able to talk her into having kids.
Children were typically very messy, crabby creatures, and even having one seemed like too much of a burden. That's not to say she didn't like kids, but as a literature buff fresh from the campus, she liked her peace and quiet. Then she met William Reid.
He was quiet too, a bright young lawyer from New York City ready to dive into work. They had bumped into each other in line at a local coffee shop, an amusing slice of irony she still enjoyed. Spencer Reid had really been born over scones and Asimov. At the time, she hadn't been interested in kids, but. Well. One couldn't hurt, right?
Diana later thought that if she had only ever made one good decision in her life, this had been it. Spencer William Reid was born at 6:21 A.M. on October 9th, 1981. The day had been radiant, citrine sunlight leaking through the curtains and nuzzling her newborn's face.
She had mistaken the presence of children for vulnerability, for weakness, but as she felt the warm comfortable weight against her hospital gown, Diana Reid realized she felt stronger than ever.
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