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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 23, 2007 23:47:06 GMT -5
Isabella woke early after a fitful night in which she was constantly listening for the sound of Conor's crying, interspersed with dreams of him and Rori and Voltaire in danger. She was aching all over and felt strangely... empty. After so many months of having her child inside of her, it felt strange to know he wasn't there anymore. She wanted nothing more than to hold her son, but she found she was still very weak. She reached her arm over and touched the edge of the bassinet and listened very hard for the sound of the baby's breathing.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 0:26:13 GMT -5
Voltaire dressed in some of his most sober robes and woke up early to see Isabella and Conor. He entered the Hospital wing and walked straight to Isabella's room. "Good morning Cuddlemuffin, Bubble." he said smiling at Isabella as he shut the door. He walked to her bedside and kissed her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 0:32:53 GMT -5
Isabella sighed happily as he kissed her. "Oh, I've missed this," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her cheek to his. "I feel like it's been forever since you kissed me. Yesterday was the longest day ever, I swear..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 0:50:29 GMT -5
"Yesterday was horrible. Today is starting off better." he said kissing her again. "How was Bubble all night? did you sleep alright? You still look pale. Maybe I should get you something to eat...Do you want breakfast?" he asked rapidly all before sitting down to greet his son.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 0:56:52 GMT -5
"Breakfast would be wonderful," Isabella said, realizing she was starving. She tried to sit up, but felt a bit weak. She was sure she'd feel better once she had breakast. "Is Conor awake? I was expecting him to wake me up during the night... he should have a feeding soon."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 1:00:45 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled and checked on his son, which to his surprise was still sleeping soundly. "He'll be up the second you're ready to eat. My mum said that's what I used to do." he said smiling at her. He snapped his fingers and a house elf popped in the room in a silent puff of smoke. "Could you get me a proper breakfast up for two." he said to the elf. he then turned to check on the baby that was still silent. Lo and behold he was still sleeping.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 1:04:45 GMT -5
Isabella tried again to sit up. "Is he breathing? He's still breathing, right? Can you check him?" She realized she was being a bit hysterical, but she also knew her hormones were running wild.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 1:19:38 GMT -5
Voltaire leaning into his son's bassinet and heard his son's breathing "No he's breathing." He laid a hand on his small chest and felt the rise and fall of his chest and his heart beat. "No he's got a heart beat." he smiled at Isabella and said "He's fine." and he kissed her forehead. "Your breakfast is here." and the elf then popped back in with a puff of smoke.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 21:51:37 GMT -5
Isabella smiled. "I'm sorry... I'm sure you think I'm just being paranoid. I just... well, you know. I didn't think he'd sleep through the night. I guess it was a rough day for him, too." She tried again to sit up. "Could you help me sit up so I can eat? I'm really sore, and I'm having trouble. I'm sure I'll be better once I eat."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 21:57:56 GMT -5
Voltaire transfigured several pillows and propped them behind Isabella, so that she was sitting nearly upright. he then took one of the extra pillows and transfigured that into a lap table. Seeing a space for the platter of food, the elf levitated the food onto the table, the popped into existance a pitcher of pumpkin juice and milk, then Poofed again in a balls of smoke. "I'll have to ask that one's name later, very considerate!" he said smiling as he whisked the lids off all the plates and kissed Isabella again.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 22:02:47 GMT -5
"Mmmm, thank you, darling," Isabella sighed. She adjusted her position so that she was more comfortable, then picked up a piece of toast and began to eat. "I wonder how Bitsy is doing down in the kitchens. We'll need to take her home with us after the feast."
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Post by Conor Ethan on Mar 24, 2007 22:06:30 GMT -5
Something smelled strong, Conor tried to ignore it, but he couldn't. Then he heard mommy's voice, and another sound that he didn't really recognize. The he realized he was hungry, he opened his eyes and saw there was alot of bright light and he began to cry. "I don't like that smell! I want my mommy!" he thought unhappily.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 22:09:32 GMT -5
Isabella put down her toast immediately. "Oh... Voltaire, can you get him and give him to me? He's probably hungry, I should feed him."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 22:09:36 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled at Isabella and said "I told you." and went over to his son's bassinet. He picked up the small baby and cradled him and said "It's aright, Daddy's here." then he turned to Isabella and said "you go ahead and eat, I'll clam him down." he said gently cradling his son.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 22:15:16 GMT -5
Isabella frowned slightly. "I don't know, he's probably hungry..." But so was she. And Voltaire needed to bond with his son. "But... OK. I'll just eat, and then I can feed him."
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Post by Conor Ethan on Mar 24, 2007 22:16:23 GMT -5
Conor stopped crying as he was picked up, then realized that it was someone with a much larger body. He opened his eyes and saw a face he didn't know, The sound it made was familiar...From mommy! when he was in mommy he had heard that sound.
So that was his Daddy? It was his daddy! he stopped crying for a bit taking in the sounds his daddy made.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 22:18:44 GMT -5
"Look Isa! he knows me!" said Voltaire happily. "How's my big boy?" he asked and when Conor opened his flexing little hand he put his finger into it. his son clasp his hand around his index finger, "you're a little guy right now aren't you?" he asked sitting down gently.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 22:43:05 GMT -5
Isabella smiled happily as she looked at her husband and son together. "You know," she said, taking a bite of toast, "you look really sexy with a baby in your arms."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 22:49:49 GMT -5
Voltaire laughed "Yes I'm sure I do, this suit I was told always makes me look less silly and more of the Adult man, that I am." he said smiling in an over exaggerated smug smile. "And my baby boy only proves I've got good genes." he said as his son started to suck on his finger. "aw look!" he said showing Isabella.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 24, 2007 22:58:57 GMT -5
Isabella laughed. "Oh, he really is beautiful, isn't he? I could just look at him all day." She finished her toast, then began to eat her eggs.
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