Grumpy?

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire sniffled audibly. "I'm sorry...It's just that it's so much...and I don't know if I can do it right...I don't know, it's been hard on me too" he said wiping his eye on his palm. "I know I should probably stop eating the cakes and junk I've been eatting..." he said looking puffy eyed at her.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"I'm sorry, baby," Isabella said, putting her arms around him and holding him close. "I know I've been awful, and I've pushed you away... but you're the only person in the world I've ever said 'I love you' to. You have to know how much you mean to me. If I'm really being obnoxious, then you have my permission to tell me so, OK? I think this is a new experience for both of us..."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"I can't tell you that, even if you are. I guess you do that the right to, I know this isn't you." he said sighing. "I love you to...I don't, but when your mad, it does something to me." he said looking at her.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"I don't like being mad at you, and I don't like feeling the way I do right now," she said. "But everytime we fight and you walk out that door, it brings me back to that day in the Room of Requirement, when you walked out on me... I cried so hard I thought I was dying." She kissed him softly. "We'll figure out how to raise the baby when the time comes, OK? I'll read up about it and talk to some people... there's no use worrying about it now. As for the cakes... well, like I said, we can both work on changing the bad habits after the baby is born. But I want you to know that you still take my breath away."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"That killed me...that day...leaving...it's just that when you get mad at me...it hurts and I can't stand it... it ...But your right...We'll worry about what to do when it comes to it..." he said walking with her toward the sofa. "I'm still....cute then?" he said looking shyly at her.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Cute?" Isabella said, grinning at him. "No, you're not cute... Cute is for puppies. You're handsome, and sexy... and you're mine." She leaned against him. "Look, we're going to have fights. It's part of life, I'm afraid. I'm going to get mad at you sometimes, and sometimes I'm going to annoy you. But let's try to always work it out, OK? I think we love each other enough to get through anything."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"You mean that I can't always chicken out and leave?" he said pouting at her, he meant it as a joke. He flushed when she said that he was handsome and sexy... "Ugh...thank you." he said flushing.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella sat down on the sofa and patted the spot next to her. "Come on, sit next to me... We could just cuddle for a while," she suggested. "I just want to be in your arms for a while..."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"That sounds nice." he said wrapping his arms around her, sitting down. "I love you." he said snuggling close to her.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isa put her arms around him and began tickling the hair along the nape of her neck with one hand. "I love you, too," she said softly. She pressed a soft kiss along his jawline.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"I know we'll do alright...I know because of now." he said kissing the shell of her ear.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella sighed happily. "Mmmmmmm, your touch does such incredible things to me..." she said. "I can't even imagine how I lived without you before... and I never want to be without you again..." She began to play with his beard, running her fingers along his chin and jaw. She leaned back slightly and pulled him down with her, kissing his lips hungrily. But as she was about to begin undoing his jacket, suddenly there was a loud tapping at the window. Isabella glanced over and saw an owl at the window. She was tempted to ignore it, but it tapped again. She groaned in frustration. "Darling, can you go get that for me?"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire could of incinerated that bird, but instead he stood up and walked toward the window and let the owl in. It hooted at him as it flew past and landed on the back of the sofa near Isabella. "Were you expecting something darling?" he said furrowing his brow.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"No, not at all," Isabella said. She sat up and picked up the bird, untying the letter from its leg. She hoped it wasn't anything too important, because she really wanted to get back to what they had been doing... She offered the owl the rest of her milk and then opened up the letter.

Isabella--

Your father is dead. Don't bother sending flowers or sympathy cards or pretending that you're sorry. The funeral was yesterday. I am writing to inform you that your presence will be required at the reading of the will next week. I hope you don't bring your obnoxious husband.

--Meredith Rothschild

Isabella let out an infuriated shreik and crumpled the letter into a tiny ball. "That wretched, heartless, despicable woman!" she yelled.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire jumped from his seat and went toward Isa, "dearest, what is it? Whoes despicable?" he said grabbing hold of her hands.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"My mother!" Isabella spat. "My father died... she didn't even bother to write until after the funeral... Augh! That woman... I can't believe her...." She was fairly shaking with anger. Pressing the crumpled ball into his hand, she said, "Do me a favor and burn this?"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire felt shaken by her anger, but said nothing. He nodded his head and pulled out his match box, since he still carried it around even if he had forsaken smoking, and lit the ball on fire. He let it drop as the fire grazed his finger tips and stepped on the small flaming ball, leaving a black ashen mess on the floor.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Oh, that woman... How could she be my mother?" Isabella ranted. "How can she be so cold and heartless and cruel? Ugh.... can you believe what she said? She said that the only reason she wrote to me was to tell me I need to attend the reading of the will... which, by the way, she didn't even tell me when it was, just that it's some time next week... and then she actually said she hoped I wouldn't bring you with me! She said you were oboxious! Ugh, she's the one who's obnoxious..." She started to cry again. "Why do I let her get to me like that?" she gasped.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire wrapped his arms around her and held her.
"She is a terribly old harpy, but try as she might Isa, You've won and she's lost, because now she's bitter and alone, and your stuck with me!" he said grinning.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella smiled tearfully at him. "I love you so much.... Being with you makes all of the pain go away." She kissed him softly. "I suppose I should write back to her to tell her that I'm coming... and I'm bringing you, whether she likes it or not!" She wiped at her eyes. "But not now... I don't even want to think about her now..." She held him closer and buried her face in his chest.