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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 14:57:01 GMT -5
Voltaire chuckled. He doubted the validity of the statement, but it felt like getting into a warm bath.
"How have these check ups gone before?" he asked realizing this was his first time staying with Isa through out the hold check up.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 15:03:40 GMT -5
"Oh, they're fine. They don't take too long usually. She does this thing where she sort of scans over my stomach and she can create this image of our baby inside me, so we can see how big it's getting. To be honest, it doesn't really look like much, or at least it hasn't before. But I wanted you to come so you could see it." She gripped his hand tightly.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Oct 22, 2006 15:04:35 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey walked in just then and smiled at them both. "OK, are you both ready?" she asked.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 15:09:59 GMT -5
Voltaire looked up at Poppy and said "As ready as i'll ever be, Isa knows more about this than I do." he said shifting akwardly from foot to foot.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Oct 22, 2006 15:19:15 GMT -5
"OK," Poppy said. She took out her wand and began to wave it slowly in the air above Isabella's stomach. She murmured an incantation for a moment, then paused. Smiling, she said, "It looks like the baby is very healthy," she said. "Would you like to see it?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 15:21:44 GMT -5
Isabella squeezed Voltaire's hand again. "Yes, Poppy, please." She hoped the baby looked more like an actual baby this time; the last time it had more closely resembled a kind of mutant fish.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 15:24:36 GMT -5
Voltaire squeezed Isabella's hand back, he was excited and scared. This was the first time he was going to see his child, his baby. His blood swirled hot and cold in his chest, he felt like could faint, and he would have if he was a weak and spineless cad.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Oct 22, 2006 15:34:53 GMT -5
Poppy smiled at them. "OK, here goes," she said. Once again she waved her wand in slow, small circles above Isabella's stomach. She murmured another incantation, a little more loudly this time. After a minute, an image appeared in the air. It was their baby, a small little person, curled up slightly. As they watched, the child moved slightly and began sucking its thumb.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 15:38:58 GMT -5
Voltaire felt his knees buckle ever so slightly, but he righted himself quickly.
"Bubble's so small." he said nearing the image taking in as much of it as he could.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 15:43:54 GMT -5
Isabella had tears in her eyes. This time, unlike the others, the baby really looked like a baby. "Our baby is so beautiful..." she whispered, reaching a hand out toward the image. She wanted desperately to hold it in her arms.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Oct 22, 2006 15:46:15 GMT -5
Poppy smiled at the both of them. "I can tell you whether it's a boy or a girl now, if you want to know... or we can leave it a surprise."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 15:58:53 GMT -5
Voltaire was visably torn. "Oh I don't know, I do but i don't." he said still shifting from foot to foot.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 15:59:05 GMT -5
Isabella looked at Voltaire, then back at Poppy. "No, I think we'll leave it as a surprise, Poppy," she said. She looked back at the baby. "I can't believe that's our baby... that it's inside of me..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 16:12:51 GMT -5
"It's...magical." Voltaire said dumbly and he looked from the image of his child to his wife's tummy. "That beautiful baby, is right there." he said not loosening his grip on Isa's hand.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Oct 22, 2006 16:17:47 GMT -5
"The image will only last a couple more minutes," Poppy said. "So get a good long look at your baby. And don't worry, before you know it, you'll be holding the beautiful child in your arms." Her voice was slightly hoarse, but she hoped they didn't notice. Madam Pomfrey generally tried not to be too emotional, but she was genuinely touched by them and their reactions.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 16:22:08 GMT -5
"Look Isa! thank god! Bubble has your nose!" breathed Voltaire as the child shifted again. He smiled and looked at her. "You made a beautiful baby."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 16:22:49 GMT -5
Isabella stared at the image. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of it. "Bubble is so beautiful," she whispered, agreeing with Voltaire. As she watched, the baby shifted some more, but kept sucking its thumb. She was utterly transfixed. The mere idea of waiting to have the baby seemed almost impossible. She felt her heart swelling with love for her child. She squeezed Voltaire's hand again, and waved the other hand at the image of the baby. She silently promised herself in that moment, that she would always keep her precious baby safe and protected, and that it would always know that it was loved.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 16:32:31 GMT -5
Voltaire felt his heart grow lighter. His being a father wasn't just title he had, it wasn't a delusion, he really helped create the child. He felt like a weight was lifted from him and felt that he would never do anything that would hurt or bring to harm his baby. So mentally he stricken off Axe throwing until Bubble was old enough.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 16:40:25 GMT -5
Slowly the image began to fade, and Isabella felt tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh, no, please don't go..." she whispered. But the image faded away and was gone, leaving behind the memory of what she had seen. She sat up the rest of the way, and looked over at Voltaire. "Hold me," she said, sniffling.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 22, 2006 16:50:16 GMT -5
Voltaire wrapped his arms around Isa and felt very much like crying too. He did start to sniffle, but he quickly wiped his nose on his sleeve ,something he hadn't done since he was a child himself, and said "hey, we shouldn't be crying! Bubble is beautiful and healthy! and importantly, Bubble is right here." he moved an arm around Isabella's stomach and rubbed in a small circle.
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