We can use another break...

[Voltaire Rothschild]

**Suddenly it could be heard 'Cansei der Ser Sexy' could be heard**

After some time Voltaire noticed that he must of knocked out. "what time is it?" he grumbled as he also realized his arm was twisted fun.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella groaned and opened her eyes. The little bit of sunlight that had been streaming through the curtains was now gone and the room was completely dark. "Oh, no... it looks like we fell asleep and now it's nighttime..." she mumbled. She reached for her wand and tapped Voltaire's pocket watch, charming it to talk. "It is 1:00 am!" said the watch.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"What?!"Said Voltaire sitting up"I thought i had to be the afternoon!" he flopped back down on the bed and said "How is it you can make it talk?" he said after a moment groping to find the watch. "I would probably make it explode." he said dropping it on her chest "You make me forget time." he kissed her shoulder.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"It's a simple vocalizing charm," Isabella said, shrugging. "Just tap it lightly with your wand and say, 'Linguisto!' I guess it's about a fifth-year spell." She giggled. "I don't know why I find your charm disability so cute... Did I ever tell you what subject I was never good at?"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"No, your absolutely perfect in every way." he said taping a small bedroom clock that had fallen from the nightstand when he had earlier dived under the bed for that book and muttering 'Linguisto!' causing it to scream. "Damn." he said grabbing it and stuffing it under his pillow. "You were saying?" he said muffling the scream.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella laughed. "Oh, you are just too cute!" she cried, kissing him. "The truth is, my worst subject was potions. It's such an exact science, and I just never quite got the hang of it. I wonder if I can help you improve your charms... although, I do love you, even if you can't so much as levitate a feather..."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Potions isn't so hard!" he said casting a nasty hex on the small clock, causing it to whimper and silence itself. "Ok so maybe waiting for the right night to add thirteen lacewings to a stew of peeled summer figs on the night of a new moon to be stirred four times and no more, can be a little tricky...but if you have everything ready it's not so bad! it's all in the preparations!" he said grinning.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella frowned. "Yeah, I don't have the patience for that kind of thing!" she said. "Ah, well, at least you're good at it. And I can do the charms. See how nicely we balance each other out?" She tapped the alarm clock with her wand again, removing the hex, then silencing it with a quick "Silencio!"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Oh i don't know... a clock that wakes you up by screaming always...interesting...much like Jeff the stapler...i never know what he'll get next!" said Voltaire putting the clock back on the nightstand. He transfigured the current comforter into a soft and warm one that he brought up to Isabella's chin. "Are you now as snug as a bug in a rug?" he asked then he added "a perfect balance!" with a grin.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Mmmmm, yes," Isabella sighed, and cuddled closer to him. "Although, I admit I was rather content with having you as my blanket," she teased, winking at him.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"We can work on that if you'd like." he said turning on his side and kissing along her shoulder to her neck and jaw. "As they say 'there's always room for improvement.' isn't there?" he asked with a smiling.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Ohhhhh..." she sighed, closing her eyes. "I guess we need to get in as much of this as we can before the baby is born, huh? Pretty soon, Bubble will be here, crying and needing attention... and we'll be up all night for late-night feedings..." she smilled. "I can't wait..."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire chuckled "I know...I know your going to say i'm odd for saying this...but I think I am looking forward to it." he said sighing and snuggling closer to Isa. "We'll get to wash it and dress it and rock it to sleep,Oh I love it!" he said wrapping his arms around Isa's body.

** I admit to stealing that from sleeping beauty**

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Well, you are odd!" she replied. "But that's why I love you... But to tell the truth, I can't wait for our baby to be here... I want to hold little Bubble in my arms...." She put one hand on her stomach and the other on Voltaire's cheek. "The two people I love most in the world..."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Hmmm, I can't agree more." he said with a happy sigh. "I guess I should get my hair cut before it gets to within grabbing length huh?" he asked as brushed some of his hair out of his face and then moved his arm back to where Isa had held it.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Yeah, probably... but I like it the way it is," she said. "I like to be able to run my fingers through it." She reached up and did just that, then yawned sleepily. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting sleepy..."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Evil woman." he said with a smile and kissed her shoulder, then he promptly fell back on his pillow and let out a fake snore.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella laughed and leaned across him to kiss him. "I didn't say I was ready to go to sleep yet..." she said wickedly.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"You enjoy toying with my emotions don't you" he said with a grin as settled back on to his pillow. "Is there another...area of study you want to explore?" he asked opening one eye curiously.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"No, it's not your emotions I enjoy toying with...." she said, running her hand up and down his chest. "But you are fun to play with...." She pulled the blankets over their heads, and somewhere, Barry White began singing again....