We can use another break...

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire might of well as ran all the way to the cabin. He left the bags on the sofa and he said turning to Isa. "So, care to tell me what some of your studies were like?" he asked with a grin.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"I don't think you'd enjoy it if I told you about them nearly as much as if I showed you..." she teased, arching her eyebrow at him. She took both hands and led him into the bedroom, walking backwards as she did.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

**"Once again our heroes headed toward untold danger and intrigue! What will happen now? Will they ever go shopping again? Tune in next time! Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel"**

[Isabella Rothschild]

Sometime later, Isabella lay contentedly with her head against Voltaire's chest. She had her hand over his heart and was toying with his chest hairs. "Mmmmm," she murmured. "And to think, kids don't believe you can learn anything good from books..."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire's eye cracked open and he grinned and said "I hope to god you make sure if you still have thoes books, to put the heaviest obscuring charm you have on it...or them!" he said shutting his eye again and sighing.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella laughed lightly. "Oh, no, I don't still have them. I got rid of them long ago, because I never thought I'd get to use them." She pressed a kiss against his chest. "Now I wish I'd kept them..." She sighed and closed her eyes. "I could just stay like this forever."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Pooh! Then I'm glad of your ...exquiste memory." he said not bothering to open his eyes but still smiling. "I love it when you do things like at the restaurant on purpose...I was always fond of creativity!" he said running a hand through her hair.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Well, I shouldn't have brought that up at all... not in public. But I swear, after those months of not being in the mood... well... suddenly, I've been really in the mood... all the time. I don't know how it's possibly, but you've just been more irresistible than ever lately..." She snuggled even closer to him and sighed happily.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire snorted a shifted on the bed so he was pressing his lips to her neck and collar bone. "Well Maybe because...Nope I can't really find a reason! It can't be 'cause of my figure because I blew that when I quit smoking." he said pressing kisses to her neck and jaw.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Your figure is fine," she replied, caressing his arm. "It's mine that's been blown up. I still can't imagine how you can still think I'm beautiful looking this way. But of course, it's worth it, so I can bring little Bubble into the world..." she added with a smile.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Why wouldn't I think you're beautiful?" he asked lifting his head and looking at her perplexed. "Secretly I think you look sexy like that." he said grinning his hair now wilted down over his ears. He shuffled down and pressed an ear to her stomach and said "Don't you like Mommy the way she is now?" he asked Bubble and waited pressing a kiss to her bellybutton.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Well, I hope that's not a declaration that you intend to keep me barefoot and pregnant like some common housefrau," Isabella said. "I have to tell you, as much as I already love little Bubble, I'm not a big fan of being pregnant. The morning sickness, the backaches, the swollen ankles, the mood swings... honestly, I don't know how you've been putting up with me all this time!"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Seeing you in with sensible shoes." he said mock leering at her. earning him a swat "OK! OK! I put up with you because I love you and Bubble! So are you saying this will be our only bubble?" he asked with a grin.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"I don't know," she said. "I don't want to rule out the idea of having another... since after all, I never planned on having one at all. Let's just take this as it comes, OK? We'll concentrate on Bubble, and if, in a few years, it feels right to have another, we will. But I'm telling you right now, I'm not going to be one of those women with 6 kids..." She shuddered. "As it is, I already have two, don't I?"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"They don't count! besides they would be mine too...and they are only cousins..." he said crawling back into bed by her side. "Ok so six is out of the question...how about three?" he asked grinning. he knew he was pushing his luck, but like always he wanted to know just how far he could.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella shook her head. "How about we take it one at a time, OK?" she said. "If things work out with this one, maybe we'll try for another. And after that... who knows? But really, you should try being pregnant for once, then you'd know why I'm not so crazy about doing it over and over again..."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Well, We could always try this!" Voltaire rolled over on his back and slid off the bed partially to grab a book he had tried reading a few days before. He promptly slid off the bed and on his back with a thud and then crawled back in showing her the hex book. "It's on the twenty seventh page, it's called the "Bad Father" hex" he said grinning. " I also hope you realize I'm joking!" he said not letting her open the book.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella tossed the book on the floor. "Don't be silly," she said, kissing him. "Look, all I'm saying is, we've done pretty well for ourselves by not making any plans and letting fate take us where ever it pleased. So I say we keep doing that, OK? Who knows? Maybe I'll forget how miserable I felt while pregnant... or we'll have a boy and I'll insist we keep trying for a girl..."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire laughed and said "There was a hex i was going to teach my students in that!" he grinned and said sliding an arm under her neck,"Besides, I think it's agreed that the fun is in the trying..." he said kissing her deeply.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Mmmmm, well, I think that is something we can both agree on," she said, still a bit fuzzy from the kiss. "Why is it you have this ability to reduce me to mush...?" She trailed off as she kissed him again.