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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 5, 2006 23:15:49 GMT -5
MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!
OW!
Oh...
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 5, 2006 23:23:40 GMT -5
Sunlight streamed through the windows and a particularly bright beam shone into Isabella's eyes. She moaned softly and squeezed her eyes shut more tightly. Curling up closer to Voltaire, she buried her head against his chest and smiled.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 5, 2006 23:28:02 GMT -5
Voltaire was very much still asleep...so when he felt Isa Curl closer to him, he sighed and still pretended to sleep.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 5, 2006 23:52:24 GMT -5
Isabella lay there for a long time, not asleep, but not quite awake, just listening to the sound of Voltaire's heart beating against her ear. She thought it was the most wonderful sound in the world. But soon, the sunlight spread further into the room, hurting her eyes. Her stomach began to rumble, as Bubble reminded her that it was time to eat. Groaning, Isabella shifted her position and leaned over to kiss Voltaire on the mouth. "Darling, it's time to wake up," she said softly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 6, 2006 0:00:02 GMT -5
"You know...I just remembered we left our cake in the living room" he said opening one eye and rubbing the other with his palm.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 0:33:34 GMT -5
"Mmmmm," she murmured sleepily. "Do you suppose it's still good? It would make a delightfully unhealthy breakfast..." she said, squinting up at him. "Do you see what you've done to me? My eating habits are getting very bad..." She kissed him. "At least for now I have an excuse."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 0:47:17 GMT -5
"Hmmm" Voltaire said happily. "You should know i don't mind some of your...new assets at all...I think i'm actually fond of them." he said holding his arms up in mock defense. "Don't suppose you want to keep them do you?" he opened his eyes and grinned.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 16:36:54 GMT -5
"Well, that depends on which ones," she said, grinning. "Obviously, the belly is going--since most of that is Bubble, anyway. And to be honest, I'm not incredibly thrilled with the size of my butt these days. And I want my legs back to normal as soon as possible. But if you're referring to... these..." she said, indicating her chest, "I understand they're actually going to get bigger for a while... especially if I'm going to be nursing..." She blushed slightly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 16:44:16 GMT -5
"Bigger? I like your bottom..." he paused for a minute pretending to think then he grinned and asked "So are you going to nurse?" he couldn't help but ask! He did find all the changes in her body incredibly interesting.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 17:00:58 GMT -5
"I'm planning to give it a try, yes," she said, smiling. "I've heard that some women have troubles with it, but it is better for the baby, so I'd like to try it and see how it goes." She leaned in and kissed him. "But the rest of it has to go. After the baby is born, I plan on going on an exercise program... and I intend to make sure you and our baby stay in shape, too. No fattening butter sauces..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 17:10:03 GMT -5
"what about short bread and coffee?" he asked pouting " I guess we won't visit my mother's house so often..." he said trying to be sly. "Or i could try and butter you up..." he suggested turning toward Isa on his side.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 18:31:48 GMT -5
"Ohhh... coffee..." she sighed. "I miss my coffee... I can't wait to get back on that... but I still won't be able to while I'm nursing..." She gave him a look. "Now, why do you keep trying to get out of visiting your parents? Your parents are wonderful! It scares me to hear you talk of your parents so negatively... it makes me worry that one day Bubble might groan and complain about coming to visit us! It's not like your parents were anything like mine..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 18:55:32 GMT -5
Voltaire pouted "Ok fine... it's just that ...I dunno they seemed to put so much expectation on me...Still don't think i'm anywhere near what they invisioned as a son." he said frowning. "Your's were satan incarnate...at least the ones you grew up with, it's wrong to speak of the dead, so your mother was probably a slain angel of heaven." he said his head falling back on the pillows.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 20:04:14 GMT -5
"Your parents love you, very much," Isabella said, disapprovingly. "It frustrates me that you don't see that, when you know that my parents didn't love me at all. You need to understand what wonderful parents you have, because some of us aren't that lucky!" She felt tears burning in her eyes and she pulled away, turning in the other direction.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 22:04:39 GMT -5
"Isa! I didn't mean that I don't love my parents, You know I love my parents...I'm just being a prat is all!" Voltaire said sitting up and trying to embrace her. "Bubble isn't going to hate us...because Even though I complain...and Pout...I do love my parents..." he said desperately. he suddenly realized that he actually meant what he said...and that he wasn't saying it just to make her feel better, which is what he intended, but more that realized it...the more he realized that his heart felt compressed and that a tear rolled off the tip of his nose and landed on Isa's cheek.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 22:13:55 GMT -5
Isabella sniffled loudly and shifted so she was on her back. "I know you do, and I know you needed to say it," she said. touching his cheek. "And you need to tell them. Do you have any idea what I would have given as a child to be able to say that about my parents and mean it? To have parents that loved me and were worthy of being loved by me? Now... now I find out that my mother wasn't my mother, and that I could have had a different mother... a different life... that maybe my real mother did love me... Can you imagine how that feels?" She had kept these thoughts bottled up inside her for days now, and suddenly they were erupting back to the surface.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 22:28:08 GMT -5
"You're right...and you're right...I know you would of given anything to have your mother give you a pet name...to have a father to lecture you on the proper care of a rat... It's just been...hard for me to reconcile the fact that they love me, with the fact that i disappointed them...and myself." he said dejectedly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 22:32:57 GMT -5
"You made some mistakes, but that doesn't mean you are a disappointment to them. You veered off course, but you're on the right track now, and you've learned from your mistakes. I can't imagine how they could be anything but proud of you now." She sniffled. "I'd like to believe that my real mother would have been proud of me now, too. I only wish... I wish I could have known her..." She buried her face against his chest and cried softly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 22:42:24 GMT -5
"I'm positive your mother would of been proud of you...I'm proud of you." he said pressing his cheek to the top of her head. "I think... maybe...Even your father was proud of you... despite his delusions and bitterness." Said Voltaire boldly. He honestly couldn't place what her father actually thought because he seemed so mentally un stable.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 22:52:16 GMT -5
Isabella pulled away and looked up at him. "My father... I have no delusions about the kind of man he was. And I know he didn't love me. Not the way your parents love you. He had no reason to be proud of me, because he had nothing to do with what I've become. I owe that entirely to you. You know that, right?"
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