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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 13:32:22 GMT -5
Isabella calmed down a little bit, but she was still upset. "You're going to be the fun dad, and I'm going to be the picky mom who will get upset when he or she tracks dirt on the carpet! You two will probably have all kinds of little secrets that you can't tell me because you know I'll be mad!" She sniffled loudly. "I don't even know what kids are supposed to do... everything sounds dangerous and scary and messy..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 13:43:53 GMT -5
"That isn't true at all, I'll tell you everything...I can't keep a secret from you unless I didn't know it was supposed to be secret! either way you would end up knowing!" he said in a voice that was a little bit whiny. "I wouldn't separate you like that...You and I are together, So even if our son didn't want to tell you...I'd tell you." he said a bit sadly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 13:49:07 GMT -5
She looked up at him, her face pale and blotchy, with her nose and eyes puffy and red. "Even if you know I'll freak out?" she said, sniffling again. "You're still going to be the fun dad. I'm not fun... I'm high-maintenance..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 13:53:52 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled akwardly. "Yes even if I know you'll freak out, Your my Isa, my cuddlemuffin. besides we'll have to talk about it anyway, you know what to do...your so much better at handling situations than I am. I might be fun...but I flake." he said.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 14:07:10 GMT -5
She sniffled again and hugged him. "I'm sorry... I just... I think about these things and I get scared. I always imagine the worst case scenario." She smiled slightly. "I guess that's why I'm not fun, huh? I just... I really don't want to mess this up and I can't imagine how I'll do it right. I've always been so particular, so careful, so picky. I like things the way I like them and kids are so unpredictable... what if it is a boy and it turns out just like you? I love you, but I don't know what I'd do with two of you! But I don't want our baby to be like me, either... I wouldn't wish that on our child..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 14:18:03 GMT -5
"what? your wonderful! your sweet and strong and beautiful, Your spice and Sugar just wonderful!" he said smiling in earnest. "What ever the baby chooses to be, as long as Bubble is happy, it doesn't matter. I think you'll be a great mother. Bubble will have respect for you or so help me." he said still smiling but sendind the warning to her tummy, shaking his finger at it.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 14:24:16 GMT -5
"Yes, but I wasn't always this way," she said. "I used to be angry and bitter and mean and cold. I want our child to laugh and play and have fun... just not get hurt or dirty... Is that too much to ask?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 14:48:14 GMT -5
"Well hurt we can prevent, Dirty however is something altogether impossible." he said kissing her temple "But with a wave of the wand, things will be as good as clean." he said with a smile. "You leave that for later... I say leave it for when your up against it, right now Bubble doesn't have a hair on the head." he said tapping his own.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 14:56:34 GMT -5
Isabella sighed and relaxed against him. "You're right... it's not doing me any good to worry about this now," she said. She wiped at her face. "Oh, I must look a wreck... I'm sorry I lost it like that, I just... I think about things and I worry. I have no idea what I'm doing, you know?" She kissed his cheek. "You're so good to put up with me when I'm like this..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 15:16:25 GMT -5
"If i didn't want to, I should be taken out and shot like a dog!" he said smiling. "So when's poppy going to show up? we can't very well assume all is well can we?" he said looking around.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 15:22:23 GMT -5
Isabella sniffled. "She probably heard me crying and decided to make a run for it," she replied. "I don't really know what got into me... I was happy when we were on our way here." She wiped at her face some more. "Darling, could you find me a handkerchief or something? I should get cleaned up a little..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 18:28:28 GMT -5
"Took the thought right out of my mind, ugh, about the hankerchief that is! Not about Poppy running away. Here" he said as he took out the hanky from a breast pocket. It had sewed on it the word "button".
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 20, 2006 23:17:17 GMT -5
Isabella blew her nose loudly on the handkerchief. "Thank you," she said softly. She laid her head back on the pillow and smiled up at him. "I'm going to try not to worry too much about this. I'm still a little scared, but, well, I guess most people are when they're having a baby, right? And I can do just about anything I put my mind to. I can do this, especially with you at my side. Now, if Poppy would just get out here so we can get started already!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 21, 2006 19:49:52 GMT -5
Voltaire took the handkerchief back and put it back into his pocket.
"I'm a little worried too...I never thought I would be father material." he said kissing her forehead as she laid down.
"She'll show up, she probably had to go...stew a mandrake or something." he said flippantly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 21, 2006 21:41:23 GMT -5
Isabella took his hand and brought it to her lips. "You're going to be a great father, I'm sure of it. The way you are with Rori and Anna... you're going to be just fine. We'll figure this out together." She shifted uncomfortably. "Is it warm in here, or are my hormones acting up again?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 21, 2006 23:55:49 GMT -5
"No, It is a little warm in here, but this is the hospital wing, she probably keeps it alittle warmer. do you need help out of your robe? Uh, not that you need out of it, I mean, not that I would mind, But If your hot." Voltaire stumbled over his words again as Ozzy made another attempt at freedom. He took off his coat and un- buttoned his pocket, only to have Ozzy claim his chair.
"terrible creature." he said frowning at him.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 0:06:45 GMT -5
Isabella frowned. "Maybe just loosen it up a little," she said, struggling with the robe. "Honestly, Voltaire, do you have to bring the animals everywhere? You don't want another one to get hurt, do you? And this one is totally in the way. We're checking on our baby! This is no place for a ferret! Are you going to let them run all over the place after the baby's born?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 0:27:01 GMT -5
Voltaire frowned "No, I don't want him hurt." he said as he un did a fastening on her robe. "He's only just a baby still himself, Today was completely an accident he just ended up in my pocket. It's the reason why I keep the Zoo in my office, I don't think our quarters or my classroom is a place for them." he said feeling a pang of guilt over Subject.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 0:32:40 GMT -5
"OK," Isabella said. "Well, do try to keep the animals safely in your office. I know how badly you felt about your rat and I don't want you to go through that again." She began to get impatient again. "Poppy! Are you here?" she called.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Oct 22, 2006 0:38:45 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey came into the room after a minute. "I'm sorry, dear, I was just working on a batch of the medicine Mr. Corrigan needs, and I couldn't stop right away. How are you both? Is everything well?" She spotted the streaks of tears on Isabella's face and the ferret on the chair and raised her eyebrows at Voltaire.
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