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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 0:43:01 GMT -5
"Sorry Poppy! ugh...The Ferret has a mind of it's own, and a scab collection didn't sound like a worth while past time should we have a boy, according to Isa." he said looking a bit at a lost for words.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Oct 22, 2006 0:57:52 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey nodded, looking at Isabella. She noticed that she was fanning herself. "Tell you what, Isabella, I have some lightweight hospital robes you can change into if you're hot. Would you like that? Voltare and I could step out and give you a little privacy, if you prefer."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 1:02:28 GMT -5
Isabella nodded. "That would be good," she said. "I'll take them, please."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 1:03:26 GMT -5
Voltaire looked at Isa and then back at poppy, He would prefer to stay with her, but if Isa didn't want him there he would leave. Then his mind began to churn out thoughts that maybe Poppy wanted to tell him something privately that might upset Isa. This set a worry in his chest and he said "Of course, if that's what'd you like." he turned and scooped up Ozzy and his coat.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Oct 22, 2006 1:06:28 GMT -5
Poppy nodded and reached up to a shelf behind the bed to take out a hospital gown and robe. "Here you go. Do you think you're all right getting into this on your own?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 1:07:38 GMT -5
Isabella nodded. "I think I can do it. I don't manuever so well these days, but I think I'll be OK. Thanks, Poppy." She watched as the two of them left the room, then she began to get changed.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 1:28:48 GMT -5
Voltaire turned back to Isa, a little bit surprised she didn't want him in the room as she changed. He still turned and left the room with Poppy, as the door was shut he asked her "Is there something you need to tell me?" he asked concernedly.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Oct 22, 2006 1:34:45 GMT -5
"No, not really," she said. "I just wanted to see how you were doing. It can be pretty tough for the husband when his wife is this far along. I guess she's been having mood swings, right?" she said knowingly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 1:37:45 GMT -5
"Yes, God. I know it's because of the baby, but I think i'm nearing my limits...she goes from being her normal wonderful self...to crying and accusing me of either lying or inventing things only to upset her, and it hurts me but i've dealt with it as best as I can...that and I smell terrbile to her now." he said sadly.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Oct 22, 2006 1:44:01 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey smiled sympathetically and patted his shoulder. "I had a feeling. The tears on her face were kind of a giveaway. Remember, she loves you very much. It's not her talking, it's the hormones. She probably feels terrible about it--or she would, if she realized she was doing it. Now, about the smell... I can fix that. Sometimes that happens that a pregnant woman will become very sensitive to smells. She came to me a week ago and begged me to help her with that, and I'm afraid all I could do was give her some unscented soaps. Would you like that? That way you can still be close to her."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 1:51:51 GMT -5
"I think that might help...but I'm not so compeletly ...stinky." he finished lamely. As attractive as he once felt around Isabella, he was starting to think he had a serious case of ugly.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Oct 22, 2006 2:00:56 GMT -5
Poppy laughed. "No, of course you're not. I'm sure when she's not hormonal, she loves the way you smell. She came to me genuinely upset--in tears, in fact--because her favorite scent made her want to vomit. She thought there was something wrong with her. Trust me, Voltaire, she's not happy about the way she feels, and she's just having trouble adjusting to it. You're just going to have to be patient with her." She walked over to a cabinet and took out a bar of unscented soap. Handing it to him, she said, "Why don't you go back in and see if she needs any help with her gown? I'll be in soon."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 2:15:06 GMT -5
Voltaire nodded and walked back into the room after he stuck the bar of soap in his pants pocket. he set his coat and Ozzy back on the chair and he had seen Isa struggling with the ties in the back of the robe. He snatched away the ties from her hands and silently did the back of the robe for her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 2:20:37 GMT -5
Isabella smiled as he helped her with the ties. "Thank you, sweetie," she said softly. When everything was tied securely, she took his hand and pulled her around to the front of her, then placed her hands on his face. "I'm sorry if I upset you earlier with my crying. I didn't mean to." She kissed him softly. "What did Poppy want?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 13:01:37 GMT -5
"Oh nothing really, Just wanted to make sure everything was alright." he said as he helped her back on the bed.
"I wasn't upset, I just get worried." he said seriously.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 13:13:15 GMT -5
She smiled and ran her hand through his hair. "Don't be worried, OK? I love you. In fact, since I had that little breakdown, I'm feeling a lot better. I think I needed to do that. When we're finished here, maybe we could go to my chambers and..." she whispered the last part in his ear. "If Poppy says it's OK, that is. It's been a little while since I haven't been in the mood... but I am now..." She winked at him.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 13:27:47 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled at her, but he felt badly for not wanting to get his hopes up. *ahem*
"I love you too, I'm sure Poppy will have nothing but good news for us." he said assuredly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 14:27:46 GMT -5
Isabella was surprised by his reaction. She had expected a lot more enthusiasm from him, and she felt slightly crushed. She hoped it wasn't because he found her fat and lumpy. The idea nearly brought tears to her eyes again, but this time she fought them back. "I'm sure she will, too," she replied. "If we could only get started, that is!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 14:33:10 GMT -5
"She'll be right back." he said kissing her neck and then her ear. "You know that I think your the most stunning woman ever, right?" he asked nipping her ear affectionately. Despite his not wanting to get disappointed, mood swings in all, he missed Isa.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 14:39:28 GMT -5
Isa closed her eyes and pulled him closer to her. "Mmmmm, yes, but it's nice to hear it sometimes." She kissed him. "And you know that I like you're the most devastatingly handsome man I've ever seen, right?"
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