Grumpy?

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire walked up to Isabella's office. He was feeling a little foul, The dove and the duck got into an argument in his office while Ozzy rallied them on. So naturally he found his office in shambles. He had been so far very kind to the dove, but he transfigured it's perch into an ornate cage and got it inside. Ozzy whom had free range in his rat tree was also barred. Leo the duck was left in his tub, but he now had a covered pen over the top of it. he cleaned up as best he could and then stormed off because he couldn't stand to see them all penned up. He hoped he could talk to Isa about it.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella was sitting in her office, reading the pregnancy book again. She just kept picturing her baby and wondering what the future would hold for the child. She patted her rounded belly affectionately and sipped at a cup of milk. She was just starting to relax when she heard a sound at her door. "Voltaire? Is that you?"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Yes.." he said moodily. He opened the door and slumped in. "I punished the Zoo...they ruined my office." he said as he went toward her and slumped infront of her. "what am i going to do with them? they looked so miserable! But i can't have them running my office!" he groused.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella looked at him seriously. "Maybe you should consider setting up a special spot for them where they can roam around and not mess up your things. Like maybe you could see if the groundskeeper could set up an area for them outside. Or you could just section off a part of your office. But you just can't let the animals go all over the place, or stow along with you where ever you go. I heard the duck followed you to class the other day?" She frowned disapprovingly as she set her book down on her lap.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Yes, Leo did follow me... but it's so happy to see me, all of them seem to just like me..." he said pouting, " you, should of seen how unhappy to see them punished." he said sitting on the floor next to her. "I feel so...rotten for doing it too." he looked sadly.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"You weren't punishing them," she said gently. "You did what you had to do, because they were out of control and they were making a mess. You did it for their own good, really, because they could have gotten hurt underneath all the mess, or if they got out. Maybe you should get some books and learn how to train the animals, so they'll know the proper way to behave and they won't get into so much trouble." She sighed and looked at him worriedly. "How are we going to discipline our child, when the time comes? It's occurred to me that the only way I really know is what my parents did, and that's unacceptable. But if we go soft on him or her, we could end up with a spoiled rotten child. Just like the animals."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"But, that's different! that's why I penned them... It doesn't mean I have to enjoy it... But your right...Ozzy is a right little sod... Leo usually isn't so bad, but I guess he just wanted to act out..." he stopped and un buttoned his cuffs "that dove is terrible though..." he said thinking on what to do.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella wasn't especially interested in the animals, so she turned back to the book she'd been reading. "I'm just worried because I don't ever want to hit our child," she murmured thoughtfully, "but I don't really understand how else to do it... What did your parents to to discipline you?"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Your brilliant!" said Voltaire sitting up, "My parents used to take things away from me! or deny me things! but it was all just stuff! but I'm sure if i do that with Ozzy and Leo, they'll stop being so stupid!" he said smiling and putting a hand on his chin. He ended really liking his pets, Ozzy especially since Subject died.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella felt like they were having two different conversations. It annoyed her a little bit. "What exactly can you take away from a ferret?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "I suppose we could take things away from Bubble as he or she gets older and needs to be disciplined... Did that work for you?"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire frowned "Ugh...I became a duelist and travled around the world and womanized?" he said frankly. "Ok, so my pets annoy you, fine." he said crossing his arms over his chest.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"So, then it didn't work," she said, frowning deeply. "Voltaire, I have nothing against your pets, but I think our child is more important. I know even less about animals than I do about children... at least I have some experience teaching children. But I was never allowed to have pets as a child, except for an owl when I started school. I told you what I thought you should do, but if you don't want to listen, there's nothing else I can do for you as far as the animals are concerned." Her voice took on a hard edge toward the end of this speech.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Oh and I should take that little gem of information and do what with it?" he said sending her tone back at her. "So if my parents didn't get it right, and yours didn't get it right, what the hell are we going to do?" he said sardonically.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella put down her book. "Oh, I don't know, I thought maybe we could actually have a conversation about it, but since you'd rather talk about the ferret and the duck and whatever else you've got in your little menagerie, maybe we should talk about them some more!" she snapped.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Oh i'm sorry! So I have a few problems with the only creatures that show an interest in me! I'm sorry that so offends you queenie!" he said standing up and turning to face her. "So what do you want to talk about next? the fact that Ozzy is more willing to cuddle me than you?"

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Hey, we did it last week!" Isabella protested angrily. "I don't know what you expect from me. I'm huge and bulbous and bloated as a killer whale, why would you even want to touch me? Don't you know that I wish I could spend every waking moment curled up in your arms? But I can't move as well as before, and I ache all over and everything is sensitive. It's not my fault I've ballooned up to twice my normal size. You're the one who got me pregnant! I wish you knew how it felt to suddenly be carrying something roughly the size of a small watermelon in your stomach, then you would understand!"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"So your blaming me?! Your blaming me for all your aches and pains? Oh that's brilliant! So what? I'm here for when ever you want?" he said gesticulating with his hand "I don't have to carry a small watermelon around to feel unattractive! I only have to be in the same room as you!" he said angrily. He was seeing red and he couldn't stop his mouth from saying everything he wanted to say. He knew he'd end up regretting it, but at the moment he couldn't seem to stop it.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella's jaw dropped. "You think I find you unattractive just because I don't want to make love to you?" she said, her voice suddenly softening. "I just told you that I want to be with you, pretty much every hour of the day. I'm the one who's unattractive... my ankles and legs are puffy, my stomach's huge and bulging... I even think I have a double chin! And my thighs rub together when I walk now... that never happened before... how can you even stand to touch me? I know you're not to blame for my condition, but you could try to understand how it feels!" she finished tearfully.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire didn't know what to do, part of him ,a very effeminate side of him, wanted to burst into tears. He wanted to stay mad because it was easier to deal with that his guilt over what he said. "What am I supposed to think? I so much as work up a sweat and you can't stand me, And I don't know if you noticed, but I'm starting to be a fat guy! I've never been the fat guy! I try being sweet and understanding but you always end up crying or telling me I'm lying and I can't take it anymore!" he said turning away from her because he seriously was getting teary. he hated fighting with her! He always felt like she won...
"I have to get out of here!" he said walking toward the door to leave. He needed cake.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"No, don't go," Isabella said. She pulled herself into a sitting position, then swung her legs over the edge of the sofa. Bracing herself against the arm of the sofa, she stood up and walked slowly over to him. "You are not fat," she told him sincerely. "Yes, you've put on a few pounds, but I still think you're as handsome and sexy as ever. I'm the one who's fat. But tell you what, how about after the baby is born, we both go on a little diet and exercise program together?" She put her hand on his arm, stroking it gently. "And as for the smell, I normally love the way you smell. But every smell I normally enjoy makes me feel ill... it's the hormones. You know that strawberry scent Rori likes to wear? Even that made me sick the other day! Even smells like lavender and baby powder make me sick... and I can't even use my favorite perfume, or soap, or shampoo... if anyone smells bad, it's probably me! But please don't think it's your fault... Poppy says it'll go away when the baby's born. Please... this is stupid. I don't want to fight...You've been so wonderful to me and I love you more than ever, and I know I've been difficult, but I'm sorry. I can barely stand myself right now." She looked at him almost pitifully.