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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 3:33:30 GMT -5
"Hmmm Conor..." he said the name like he was tasting it. "It sounds alright...I like the name Adair...or Vittorio or Virgil." he said looking down at the table top not really wanting to seem like he put too much thought into all the names he listed.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 3:38:09 GMT -5
Isabella thought on that for a moment. "Adair is kind of interesting," she said. "And I like Vittorio, sort of a male version of Victoria." She tilted her head at him, fully aware that he'd been thinking about this quite a bit. "Any other ideas?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 3:41:46 GMT -5
"Not really..." he said fiddling with his napkin. "Just some ideas you know..." he said shrugging his shoulders. he then laid his napkin in his lab and cleared his throat and said "ah... well, I thought they were nice names..." he looked out across the restaurant and pretended to be looking at a pattern on a vase.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 15:22:45 GMT -5
Isabella smiled. "You really want a boy, don't you?" she said gently. "It's funny, though... you're so good with Rori and Anna that I always rather pictured you with a girl. I mean, you're not exactly the atheletic type who'd teach your son quidditch or anything... not that that's a bad thing. If I liked quidditch players, I'd have gone out with Charles. But I for one have no idea what else little boys like to do... and if you say wrestling, or playing in mud, I may have to hex you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 15:29:31 GMT -5
"Well, I can dress up the language and call it "tending a garden" or something like that!" he said flushing. "I don't know...I guess subconsiously...I always thought I'd have a son first...But not to say I don't Love bubble for whatever Bubble is!" he said dropping his hands to his lap and fidgeting with the napkin.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 15:36:51 GMT -5
"Well, I never pictured myself with a baby at all," Isabella said. "But when I first found out about Bubble, I thought of the baby as a girl. Since the last checkup, when we actually saw Bubble... I've changed my thinking. I'll love our baby no matter what... I just worry... about everything..." She sighed.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 15:58:41 GMT -5
"I don't think you have anything to worry about...you're wonderful and our child is lucky to have you, much like I am lucky to have you." he said reaching across the table, abandoning his napkin, to hold her hand.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 16:05:39 GMT -5
Isabella smiled and squeezed his hand. "You're right. I guess I just... I'm getting a head start on being a mother. Isn't that what a real mother does... worry and fuss over nothing? I just get scared sometimes... I want our child--whether Bubble is a boy or a girl--to always be an individual and not be what anyone else wants or expects him or her to be. And yet... I want Bubble to be perfect. I think... growing up the way I did, always expected to be perfect, and there's that part of me that wants the same for Bubble... but the rebellious side of me wants Bubble to be wwhatever Bubble wants... and I'm not sure how to balance those two things. Does that make sense? Or am I just being crazy and hormonal again?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 16:13:59 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled at Isabella and said "Think of it this way, If bubble acts out, pouts, screams and shouts, Bubble is perfect in every single way." he grinned at the off the top of his tongue rhythm. "We'll live until we're probably a hundred and two, and dancing at our great great grandchild's wedding. We'll have plenty of time to get bubble both to stand on the strait and narrow and be as nutty as bubble cares to be." he said smiling at the thought of them being old and wrinkly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 16:19:57 GMT -5
Isabella kissed his hand. "You're right. I'm being silly again. I need to relax and just let things happen. No matter what happens, I'll love our little Bubble." She sighed. "You know... I can't wait until I can see you hold our baby in your arms. Somehow I picture it, and it makes me feel like mush inside. We're going to be great parents, and I just need to stop worrying about it."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 16:29:53 GMT -5
"The same thing happens to me, picturing you with Bubble...in the "Daddy's little moster hoodie"" He said grinning.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 16:36:46 GMT -5
Isabella laughed. "What am I going to do with you?" she teased. "I'm sure Bubble won't be half as much trouble as you are!" She took both of his hands and kissed the palms of each hand.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 16:58:18 GMT -5
"Aw, flattery will get you everywhere!" he said his cheeks tingeing pink again. "I know Bubble probably won't be as neat and clean as you are." he said smiling. "It's a child's nature never to be like their parents." he said still smiling!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 17:09:34 GMT -5
"I don't know," Isabella replied. "For all I know, I could be just like my real mother... since I've never met her. As for you, you're more like your father than you realize. Your interests may be completely different, but you're both stubborn, and you make the same facial expressions..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 17:15:43 GMT -5
"Hmmp! says you! and my mother!" he said waving off the 'like your father' comment. "He's so...bugh!" he shuddered and didn't finish the sentence. "he's ...Meh! I can't even explain him!" he said tapping the table with his index finger, then he made a face reminiscent of one his father often made when Voltaire did something he didn't like.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 17:20:55 GMT -5
"You shouldn't talk like that!" Isabella said sternly. "Your father loves you, even if he doesn't always like what you do. Really, think about it. In 20 years, Bubble could be saying the same things about you! You don't want that, do you?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 17:29:52 GMT -5
Voltaire looked anugished and said "No! of course not...But he's so...mean." he said pouting. "I do l..lo...love him but, it's not exactly easy when for so many years...I didn't measure up." he said slumping his shoulders.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 17:44:11 GMT -5
"Well, maybe now when you're a father you will start to understand him better," Isabella said. "I'm not saying you should try to be like him or to criticize Bubble the way your father did you... but I would have given anything to have a father who loved me, like your father loved you. My parents criticized and disciplined me, but not out of love or because they wanted the best from me... they just wanted to not have to deal with me. I definitely think we should do things differently... but it can only help you if you make peace with your father. Even though you talked with him, you obviously haven't gotten over it yet."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 18:08:10 GMT -5
"But I don't wanna deal with it!" he pouted "But your right..." he said still not feeling particularly up to talking about his father. " When we talked...It was another can of worms we were talking about..." he said remembering that night, "Thank you for being there...I don't know if i would of been able to keep talking without you.." he said reaching over and taking her hand again.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 26, 2006 18:12:42 GMT -5
"You don't have to thank me, darling," she replied. "I'm your wife, and I'm always going to be there for you when you need me. Just like you were there for me at the reading of my father's will. I swear, that would have broken me if you hadn't been there."
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