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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 17, 2006 22:27:07 GMT -5
Isabella made her way down the hall to the hospital wing. She was moving a bit slower these days, as her large round belly now seemed to weigh her down and make everything ache. Even her hands and feet seemed to have gained weight. She held her hand on the small of her back and walked slowly, hoping Voltaire would meet her along the way. She was scheduled to have a checkup with Madam Pomfrey to make sure everything was going well with the baby.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 17, 2006 22:36:57 GMT -5
Voltaire escaped from the tome that was his office, once he fed 'the zoo' as he had come to call it, Ozzy the ferret deemed his pocket the place where he wanted to nap. He was running late to meet Isa for her appointment with Poppy, so instead of fighting with the creature he let it be and ran to find Isa. Just along the hallway to the hospital wing, Voltaire found her.
"Dearest love! do you forgive me?" he said genuinely worried that Isa would be upset with him.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 17, 2006 22:40:37 GMT -5
Isabella smiled. "You're here now, that's all that matters," she said, kissing his cheek and twining her arm with his. "I know I shouldn't be nervous, but I am. I mean... it's our baby..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 17, 2006 22:48:17 GMT -5
Voltaire sighed relieved. He walked in arm with her to the hospital wing and said "Bubble is our baby. We are only making sure Bubble is OK." he said simply. As Isa grew with child, Voltaire found it harder and harder to think of his child as an 'it' so he thought on that moment to beging calling it bubble. It sounded much nicer than 'it'.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 17, 2006 22:52:04 GMT -5
Isa leaned her head against him. "Poppy said she might be able to tell whether the baby is a boy or a girl today," she said. "She said she could either tell us, or not tell us. Do you want to know?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 17, 2006 23:01:22 GMT -5
"I don't know...My name was going to be Claudia if I was born a girl... that or Altagracia...I think that's god awful." he thought for a moment "wouldn't you rather be surprised?" he said feeling a little afraid of knowing what his bubble would be.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 17, 2006 23:07:33 GMT -5
"Claudia? Really? You know that's my horrible cousin's name. I'll never understand how she came to be so unpleasant... she had wonderful parents that completely adored her." Isabella frowned, worrying again about the baby. She really didn't want to screw up her child's life by doing something wrong. "You know what? Let's leave it a surprise. Bubble is fine for now, and we have a girl's name picked out already... so we should pick out a boy's name, too." They reached the door to the hospital wing, and walked inside. "Do you have any ideas?" she asked as they walked toward the back, where Poppy had set up a private room for them.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 17, 2006 23:15:53 GMT -5
Voltaire thought for a moment as he held the door open for Isabella then quickly twined his arm back with hers as they walked toward a bed.
"How about Ethan? or we could use my father's name...I'm not sure about a Jr." he said uncomfortable at the thought of a baby with his name.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 17, 2006 23:23:36 GMT -5
"Ethan isn't bad. Oh, and I also like Conor. But as much as I love your name, darling, I don't want our child named after his father. I want our baby to have an identity of its own. You know, if I'd been a boy, I would have been Phillip Xavier Rothschild VI?" She made a horrible face. "Thank the gods I was born a girl!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 17, 2006 23:31:55 GMT -5
"dear lord, that would of made me as queer as they come!" he said jokingly. "I'm glad you agree that my name is better suited to me." he chuckled.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 17, 2006 23:40:26 GMT -5
Isabella laughed. "But it was all I heard while I was growing up, how I should have been a boy... they even tried to blame me for being a girl, as if I did it just to spite them." She laid her head on the pillow and frowned. "But I don't want to think about them any more. All that matters right now is you, me, and our baby. I don't care if our little Bubble is a boy or a girl, not really. All I care about is that we have a healthy, happy baby." She smiled at him. "I love you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 17, 2006 23:42:29 GMT -5
"I sincerlyl doubt it would of went any better for you if you had what I got." he said kissing her forehead. "I love you too, and your right, this is what matters." he said holding her hand and kissing her knuckles.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 18, 2006 22:08:21 GMT -5
"Of course, I know absolutely nothing about little boys," Isabella admitted. "The only other child in my whole family was Claudia, and I barely saw her for the first 10 years of her life. But boys... they're so... messy... aren't they? Oh, I should have listened to more of your parents' stories about you as a baby... maybe I could have picked up some pointers..." She began to look nervous again.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 1:45:12 GMT -5
"Oh I could teach him all sorts of things...like how to de gnome a yard or how to get a good lint collection going. I once tried having a scab collection, but my mum threw it out! " he said grinning as Isabella looked aghast. "There is always swordsman ship, Axe throwing, I'm pretty good at that myself, and mud castle building!" he said enthusiastic about showing up with one wonderfully filthy son.
"You know, this is actually starting to sound like a romp down memory lane for me!" he grinned again.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 8:24:03 GMT -5
Isabella, however, was almost in tears. "Scab collection... mud castles... AXE-THROWING?" she repeated in horror. These things were all so completely foreign to anything she had ever experienced in her life that she couldn't quite wrap her mind around them. And yet, she didn't want to raise her child to be like her; to not know how to have fun or laugh or play. Now she was more terrified than ever. "Please tell me you're just joking... you know I have no sense of humor... I'm not cut out for this!" she cried out, and burst into tears.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 12:53:39 GMT -5
Voltaire immediately wiped the grin off his face and said "Isa! I didn't want to make you cry! ugh, I lied! I never threw an Axe in my life! and I...I ugh, I don't like dirt at all!" he said trying in vain to clam her down. In that Moment, Ozzy woke up and climbed out of Voltaire's pocket and leapt toward Isabella. Voltaire nearly caught him, making a half squeal scream as he landed on Isabella's lap.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 12:59:40 GMT -5
Isabella barely noticed the ferret, as she was crying too hard. "It's not you, it'e me... I can handle a baby, I think, and I can handle a child Rori's age, but the part in the middle... the important part... I don't have the slightest idea what to do! I never played in dirt or climbed trees... I was raised to be a proper young lady. I don't want our child to grow up the way I did, but the idea of mud and dirt and... I'm too... neat for that! I'm going to be a horrible mother!" She sobbed even harder.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 13:11:05 GMT -5
"No! no of course your not! We don't even know if Bubble is a boy or a girl! I tell you what, I'll ask the Charms professor so show me how to do a cleaning charm, so If for any reason Bubble is a boy and he ends up filthy, I could make sure he's clean!" he said wrapping an arm around her shoulders, trying to get her to breath. Ozzy however thought Isa was meant to be climbed on so he climbed up her belly and back on to Voltaire's arm. He tried in vain to get the creature to move back into his pocket with his head and arm that wasn't around Isa.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 13:16:11 GMT -5
"No... I'll just end up doing all the cleaning and the yelling and I'll be the mean one and our baby will hate me!" she sobbed. "And what the hell is this ferret doing climbing on me? Get it off!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 13:24:05 GMT -5
Voltaire grabbed Ozzy and stuck him into his coat pocket and buttoned it. Ozzy made hissed in protest and tried to claw out of the pocket, but he eventually stopped. Voltaire hopped he hadn't died, but at the moment Isa was being a little irrational.
"Hun, The baby isn't going to hate you! He's going to love you, Just like how I love my mum, and dad. There is no reason in the world he would have to hate you.." he said not sure if he should hold her or if he should get her a handkerchief. He sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on her tummy, and tried holding her. He hoped she wouldn't push him away.
"Com'mon, let me see you smile." he said taking his hand off her tummy and putting a finger under her chin.
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