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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 7, 2006 14:13:36 GMT -5
Isabella sat on the sofa in her office, with her legs propped up on a set of pillows. She felt so gross and bloated. Her ankles were swollen and her back was sore. She sipped at her chamomile tea and tried to get comfortable, but it was getting increasingly difficult. She ached all over. Sighing to herself, she set the cup down on the table behind her and picked up the book that lay open across her legs. The more she started to show, the more she began to realize that this was for real--that she was really having a baby. It would be here soon enough, and she needed to be ready for it.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 7, 2006 14:25:08 GMT -5
Voltaire had been poking around the kitchens and 'found' some shortbread cookies. He took a small basketfull and made his way to Isa's office. He knew she was still upset about being rounder, but he couldn't help wanting her just to enjoy herself and not care about what she was eating or gaining. He knocked on the door and didn't wait to be invited he waltzed in and said "Hello Snugglebunny!" he laughed " how long as it been since i called you that?" he asked looking at her. Her legs propped up and she was trying to drink tea and read.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 7, 2006 14:33:56 GMT -5
Isabella was engrossed in her book and barely heard him come in. "Hmmm?" she said, looking up distractedly. "Oh, did you say something, honey?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 7, 2006 14:36:54 GMT -5
Voltaire felt a little deflated at her lack of interest in him, but he pushed aside the little hurt. "I said Hello, Are you reading that book Poppy gave you?" he asked walking over to her and setting the basket of cookies down on a small table and then kneeling besides her kissing her temple.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 7, 2006 14:45:48 GMT -5
"Yes," she said, setting the book down and looking at him. "And I'm getting more and more terrified. Giving birth sounds so terribly painful and embarassing and... honestly, it's no wonder my mother hates me."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 7, 2006 15:20:42 GMT -5
"what? That is no reason to Hate anyone! much less your child!" said Voltaire feeling his stomach twist. "My mother doesn't hate me and she went through the same thing you are! My father hates me and he didn't have anything to do with my birth at all!" he said joking mildly to hide the fact he really felt disconcerted by her statement.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 7, 2006 17:21:45 GMT -5
She sighed. "Then why does she hate me?" Tears filled her eyes. "I've tried to understand how a mother couldn't love her child, and I just can't. Was I so horrible?" She shook her head and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry... I thought I was over this..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 7, 2006 17:56:17 GMT -5
"Isa" said Voltaire leaning his head towards hers "what they both did to you, it was done over a long time...It stands to show that it would take a long time to get it out of you. There is no 'good' reason for what they did. I guess the best you have is at least me." he said kissing her. He hated to see her crying over her awful parents.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 7, 2006 18:08:39 GMT -5
She clung to him for a minute. "I'm glad I have you," she whispered. "I know I'm not always easy to deal with, especially with my hormones out of whack, but still you love me. And I love you, too..." She kissed him on the cheek, then pulled away. "Ugh, I feel so gross... I ache all over and I'm bloated... and I have this weird fluttery feeling in my stomach. I've never felt anything like it..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 7, 2006 21:08:51 GMT -5
Voltaire laughed and put his hand on her belly, he felt something against his hand quickly then it moved "I think that's the baby!" he said excitedly. "There isn't any reason for me not to love you." he said again smiling.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 0:07:18 GMT -5
Isabella's eyes widened. "That's... that's the baby? You mean it's kicking?" A smile spread across her face as she put her hand on the spot where the fluttering seemed to be centered. "Oh.... that's amazing... it's like... it's a real little person!" She put her arms around his neck and held him close to her. "This is really happening!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 0:35:18 GMT -5
"yes it is..." he said smiling feeling his heart jump. he placed his hands where she placed hers. "You and I are going to be parents" he said kissing her head.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 0:42:49 GMT -5
She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Whenever I'm feeling all gross and fat and sore, thinking about that--about our baby and the moment I get to hold it in my arms--that makes it feel worth it. I swear, I'm going to love this baby and take care of it and make sure it's never going to want for anything! I don't want our child to grow up the way I did." She pulled away from him. "Voltaire, I love you, but I don't really want you to touch me just now. I feel so bloated... Could you just hold my hand?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 0:58:10 GMT -5
Voltaire recoiled a little and held her hand. He didn't know if he should tell her that he thought she was beautiful or if he should try and stay away. "OK love. what ever you want!" he said smiling a little thiner.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 1:02:01 GMT -5
Isabella smiled up at him. "It's not you, really, OK? It's me. I feel hot and flushed and bloated. Honestly, there's just not enough air in here... do you think you could open a window?" She started to fan herself with the book.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 1:14:22 GMT -5
"yeah!" he said standing up quicky to open the window. "I understand." he pried the window open and a cold breeze swept into the room. "ah chilly!" he said and stepped back.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 1:19:43 GMT -5
AS the cold winter air blew into the room, Isabella relaxed a bit more. "Mmmm, that's so much better. I was starting to sweat." She looked over at the table. "So what did you bring me?" she asked. "More food to fatten me up?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 1:24:22 GMT -5
"the better to eat you with my dear!" he said cackling "just short bread! come on, it's short so it can't be all bad!" he said knowing full well shortbread was mostly butter.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 1:40:30 GMT -5
She shook her head. "Butter cookies? Oh, you know I shouldn't... they're so fattening! But I do love shortbread.... did you get me milk, too?" she asked, fluttering her eyes hopefully.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 1:51:04 GMT -5
"you know I will!" he said turning and clapping his hands. a house elf popped into the room and asked "yous need anything Master Rothschild?"
"yes, i'd like two glasses of cold milk please" he said smiling.
"rights away master" and the creature popped out of sight and popped back again in seconds with two glasses of milk, It popped away again.
"there you go my sweet, a glass of milk" he said taking the glass to Isa.
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