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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 2:03:44 GMT -5
She took a sip of the milk, then a bite of the shortbread. "Of course you realize I can't eat like this after the baby is born," she said. "I'll want to get back to my figure, at least as close as possible. But for now... Well, I'm trying to get used to the idea of allowing myself to put on weight. It's for the baby, right? But it feels so odd... I feel like I should be eating celery all day and exercising all the time... You know, I think I might have had one of those things that muggles call an eating disorder when I was younger. I was so strict about what I ate and everything, because I didn't want to be fat... I guess I was more insecure than I realized..." She looked up at him, feeling unsure of herself. "Please tell me I'm still beautiful, even if I'm not..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 14:36:57 GMT -5
"You are the most lovely woman I have ever laid eyes on." he said smiling walking toward her and kneeling before you. "You were the only one I saw that captured my attention so completly...and have you ever seen your legs?" he asked seriously then breaking into a grin.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 15:08:35 GMT -5
She smiled. "Thank you... but I still feel fat. My ankles are all puffy and my back is so sore... Do you think you could rub it for me?" she asked hopefully.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 17:41:24 GMT -5
"No Problem!' he said sitting behind her and he placed his hands on the middle of her back and worked his way down. He kneaded the muscles that he felt tight and then worked back up to her shoulders. Meanwhile he was thinking he sould seriously read a few books on how to cope with a few of Isa's changes. He didn't want to screw this up. He felt panicked for a second, what if he managed to ruin it, but he pushed the thought away. He loved Isa and they already vowed that theyh wouldn't let stupid problems come between them.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 8, 2006 17:59:09 GMT -5
Isabella closed her eyes and relaxed as she felt him kneading the tight muscles in her back and shoulders. "Mmmmm... yeah, that's it...." she sighed. "Thank you." After a minute, she shivered. "Oh... now I'm cold..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 13, 2006 12:37:30 GMT -5
Voltaire leaned over and kissed her ear then got up and shut the window. He was freezing! a small pile of snow was on the window sill so he transfigured it to a flower of ice. it was simple because it already was ice, it was just the matter of changing it's shape. It was a dusky grey because of some dust from the sill. He turned around to go back to sit behind Isa.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 13, 2006 12:51:39 GMT -5
Isabella turned to look at him. "Oh, look at you. I've got you running all over the place for me, don't I? I'm sorry, baby. Come here." She held out her arms to him.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 13, 2006 17:29:25 GMT -5
"It's alright love." he said sliding into her arms. The dusty rose began to weep on the sill as it turned back into water. He didn't know how to charm it to stay frozen, and he couldn't remember if it was because he didn't know the charm or if he simply couldn't do it. He pushed it off his mind and kissed his wife's neck despite the feeling of unease.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 13, 2006 23:10:03 GMT -5
Isabella kissed him softly, closing her eyes and losing herself in him; the feel of him, the smell of him... Suddenly she pulled back and put her hand over her mouth, trying not to gag. "I'm sorry, darling," she said weakly, "are you wearing cologne?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 14, 2006 2:24:50 GMT -5
Voltaire had just gotten comfortable when Isa pulled away nearly retching.
"Not really no." he said sitting up. he didn't want her to throw up, it would be both painful and upsetting to Isa now.
" Just used that sandalwood soap I use." he said feeling oddly enough guilty for making her sick. which at the same moment he identified the emotion he also classified it as absurd, he hadn't done it intentionally.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 15, 2006 0:38:48 GMT -5
Isa pulled back, tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, baby," she said. "I've just been really sensitive to smells lately. I had to change my usual scented soap and shampoo to unscented ones. It seems like any smell that I used to love makes me want to vomit. It's not you, OK? Please don't get upset. It's just the hormones. Poppy says it'll pass." She looked up at him pitifully. "I love you, please don't ever doubt that."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 15, 2006 1:07:50 GMT -5
His guilt doubled over, "Oh no hun, I don't doubt that!" he said embracing her, then letting her go. He didn't seem to be doing a very good job of not upsetting her.
"I'll just go and change my soaps, I'll even shower for you!" he said smiling then getting up like it was a huge effort.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 15, 2006 1:11:18 GMT -5
She smiled at him. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes," she said softly. "Right now, I'd like nothing better than to have you hold me and lie beside me, but my hormones are so far out of whack..." She sighed. "You know what? I think maybe I should take a little nap. Maybe I'll feel better when I wake up."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 15, 2006 1:19:20 GMT -5
"Then come with me, You'll have a nice lay in, and I'll make my self as unscented as possible!" he said still wanting her to laugh and relax. In the back of his mind he knew it was in vain, her hormones weren't going to change until much after the baby was born.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 15, 2006 1:31:31 GMT -5
Isabella shifted on the couch. "That sounds lovely," she sighed. "Would you help me up, darling?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 15, 2006 1:37:59 GMT -5
Voltaire bent low and gently tried lifting his wife...only to find that he needed more than just being gentle now! He didn't want to make her upset by noticing her now considerably extra weight so he tried to smile it off as he flicked his shoulder back into place with a pop.
"Damn trick shoulder...does it every time!" he said awkwardly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 15, 2006 1:42:55 GMT -5
Isabella frowned. "You don't have to carry me," she said. "I don't want you to hurt yourself, what with my being the size of a small whale and everything..." she laughed lightly, trying to make it look like she was only kidding.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 15, 2006 2:03:04 GMT -5
"I wasn't going to carry you!" he said loosing his battle with guilt and indignation, he turned and "I only wanted to help you up!" he groused.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 15, 2006 2:09:55 GMT -5
Isabella struggled to sit up, then put her feet on the floor, but didn't stand yet. "I'm huge and disgusting, aren't I?" she said pitifully. "You've been so sweet, but I know I look huge..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 15, 2006 2:42:31 GMT -5
"You aren't huge and disgusting!" Voltaire said pouting at her, "your beautiful" he slumped the sofa and then added "It's just that nothing is right...everything makes you cry." he said feeling guilty for putting her in the position and then failing to understand it all.
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