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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 17, 2006 23:18:05 GMT -5
She nodded. "Yes, you're right. I guess I really should be glad that the woman I thought was my mother really isn't. I hope I never have to see her again..." She sighed. "I want to connect with Raphael and his family... maybe even meet my cousin Giovanni, but for now... I just want to deal with one thing at a time, you know?" Kissing him on the forehead, she struggled to sit up and leaned against the nest of pillows. "I'm really hungry... do you think you could have the house elves whip up some breakfast? Oh! Bitsy! Where is Bitsy?"
The house elf popped up immediately. "Bitsy was waiting in the kitchens for you, Miss Isabella. Do you want something?"
"Yes, Bitsy, could you bring us some breakfast from the kitchens?"
"Bitsy would be honored." Bitsy disappeared again.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 17, 2006 23:46:28 GMT -5
"ya know, I think I like that little thing. it's sweet! Nothing at all like Epit, but I'm sure my aunt must of done something to Epit to make her so ...sneaky!" he said wrinkling his nose in distaste. "good, I'm glad you want to take it slow. It's too hard on you now as it is." he said snuggling up to her on the nest of pillows.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 17, 2006 23:50:38 GMT -5
"She is sweet, isn't she? I think I should have her work in the kitchens with the other house-elves. She'll be happy there." Isabella sighed. "Don't worry, I'll take it easy. But honestly, I think I can get through just about anything as long as you're here with me." She kissed him. "You're wonderful, you know that?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 0:06:27 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled and said "hmmm yes, and i'm sexy and wonderful and modest to boot, I'm absolutly dishy!" his eyes were half opened and gazing at her lovingly. "Your wonderful, you're everything I never thought I wanted, but I do and I need you even."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 0:24:25 GMT -5
She leaned over and kissed him. "I need you, too. And for the longest time, I refused to ever let myself need anyone. I thought it was dangerous to put that much trust in one person... since everyone else in my life let me down so completely. But you... you made it so easy to trust you."
Bitsy popped up again, carrying a huge platter. "Here you, go, Miss Isabella. What else do you want Bitsy to do?"
"You can go down to the kitchens and work, Bitsy, if that's OK."
"Bitsy will do that," the house elf replied pleasantly. She snapped her fingers and disappeared with a CRACK.
Isabella waved her wand and conjured up a table to fit in front of them, then summoned the platter over to it. "Oh, wow, look at all this food!" she said happily, taking a muffin.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 0:34:15 GMT -5
Voltaire took the muffin from her fingers and tore a bit off, and said "I want to do that." He grinned and waited for her to eat the bit of muffin he offered her. "I want to be the biggest romantic sap you've ever had the pleasure of calling your husband!" he grinned.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 0:38:32 GMT -5
She laughed and leaned over, closing her mouth around his outstretched fingers, taking the piece of muffin from his hand and kissing him at the same time. "I hope you know I completely intend for you to be the only man I ever call husband," she said seriously.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 0:47:09 GMT -5
"Good, then I don't have to kill anyone!" he smiled and tore another bit of muffin off to feed her. "Because you'll always be my Isa Isa Isa!" he said leaning in to kiss her before offering her more of the muffin.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 1:03:35 GMT -5
"You're the only one I ever want," she sighed. Reaching over, she ran her hand through his hair as she took another bite of the muffin from his fingers. As she finished chewing, she abruptly gave a small jump. "Oh! The baby's kicking!" she said. "Here, feel." She took his hand and placed in atop her belly, then put her hand on top of his. "You know, in spite of all that happened today, I'm still happier than I ever would have thought possible..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 1:11:26 GMT -5
Voltaire dropped the muffing back on the platter and placed his ear over where the baby kicked. He felt the movement and was both amazed and overjoyed. "Hey there little bubble! Are you feeling better?" he asked her tummy. "Should I keep feeding mommy or should I stay and talk with you?" he asked whispering to Isa, "if bubble kicks then you know the answer!" he giggled as he kissed her tummy.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 1:16:55 GMT -5
Isabella smiled even as her eyes filled with tears. Stroking his head with one hand, she waited to see if there was another kick. Sure enough, the baby kicked again. "Oh, well, you heard Bubble..." she said, laughing.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 1:25:52 GMT -5
Voltaire sat up and kissed her tummy and said "Now you've done it!" and kissed again then he leaned forward and kissed Isabella. "Bubble says Bubble loves mommy." he said embracing her. "And i'm sure you heard that too." he held her and waited for her to release her feelings.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 1:33:36 GMT -5
She hugged him back and let out a happy squeal. "And I love Bubble... and Bubble's daddy... very much!" she said, kissing his ear. "Oh, I can't believe it will only be a month before Bubble is here! I don't think we're ready... we need a place for Bubble to sleep, and clothes and blankets, and... Oh! We should go shopping!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 1:46:53 GMT -5
"actually...I agree! I haven't really wanted to get anything yet because I didn't know what to get first... but I guess we'll just get a bit of everything!" he said smiling. being called 'bubble's daddy' set his heart on fire. He loved this baby, he loved his wife, they were going baby clothes shopping...they might even buy a kitchen sink for all he cared. "I love you." he said finally because he really couldn't think of anything else to say that could even come close to how happy he felt.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 1:54:25 GMT -5
She kissed him. "I love you, too," she said, sighing happily. "Now, how about some more of that muffin?" she teased, touching his lips with her finger.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 1:57:30 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled and plucked up the muffin and tore another bit off for her. They continued to eat breakfast in the same manner until they were done and they were lazying back onthe nest of pillows. Voltaire sighed and said "you know...eventually we will have to get dressed..." he said nearly drawling his speech.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 2:01:15 GMT -5
She leaned her head against his shoulder. "Do we have to? I feel like we've already gone through a whole day, after what happened this morning... Maybe we could just stay in bed all day and wait to get up until tomorrow..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 2:09:12 GMT -5
"Hmmm you have a very very good point..." he said drawling "Mayphaps we should sleep...and cuddle." he said snuffling her neck. "Then Tomorrow we go to Diagon alley and Buy lots and lots and lots of presents for Bubble." he said shutting his eyes happily, and before he knew it, he let out a soft snore.
**late night, early morning, drama! it takes alot outta guy!**
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 2:20:51 GMT -5
Isabella smiled as she watched him drift off to sleep. Since she had slept earlier, she wasn't exactly tired, but she felt content. She was exactly where she wanted to be, with the love of her life. But in the back of her mind, a thought was gnawing at her. She kept thinking about the letter from her father. What could it say? Was it more about her real mother? She found herself wondering what her real mother looked like....
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 18, 2006 23:11:55 GMT -5
Voltaire had the strangest dream he had ever had on record. He felt himself walk out of the inky blackness of deep sleep and into a dark shadowy hallway, it felt vaguely familiar. He walked down the hall and into a small room where he saw himself trying to eat a bowl of soup with a slotted spoon, he turned away from himself, as he saw himself rail thin and saw a broken rocking horse. It's neck was snapped and it's tail cut off and lying on the floor.
'Never got to use that really' His dream self said putting the bowl of soup down on the floor and standing up from a short stool he was sitting on. He was wearing his 'Halloween' costume of that year and looked like he hardly needed bones painted on his shirt because he already looked about that thin. He felt himself horrified looking at his own gaunt visage. He looked away and recognized the room he was in was Isabella's old childhood bedroom, the room his father in law probably died in, and saw the bed clothes were turned down and an old chicken was clucking there, looking at the sheets and it slowly walked over the turned down covers to peck at a destroyed teddy bear.
' What do you mean you never used it?' he asked himself, and his duplicates looked miserably at him and said 'no, not me.' and he was jolted back to reality sitting up and letting out a half strangled sort of noise.
"Oh man!" he said putting his face in his hands as he felt his heart beat racing and then begin to slow down..."Remind me never to eat muffins before sleeping again." he said blaming his late breakfast for the dream.
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