In which Noah tells Izzy that she's lucky to have him. And then he gets a briliant realization. Rated K+. No foul language, no sexual content. Just pure craziness. NIZZY. Prengant Izzy/Pre Morgan. Post Morgan, at the end.
Noah stared after her in exasperation. "Izzy, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!"
Cartwheels. That's what she was doing. She laughed as she fell to the ground with a hard thump. He dashed over to her, giving the twenty-two year old woman a look of pure confusion. Noah hadn't ever understood the crazy woman's antics, and he probably never would.
"Are you planning to kill the baby?" He snapped a bit harshly.
Izzy took no notice of the tone. "No. I just thought I could teach her gymnastics early. It's what my mother did to me to make me athletic."
Noah glowered. "Okay, first; impossible. You developed flexibility by practice and certain other training, preferably by a coach. Two; we haven't even gotten a ultrasound yet. How do you know if it's a girl? And three; why isn't your mother in an assylum again?"
Izzy giggled. "I'm psychic. The baby's obviously gonna be a girl."
Noah rolled his eyes at her response. Just another piece of the puzzle that was Izzy's delusions. Izzy continued, "And mom's really good at escaping the police."
Noah briefly wondered why she was saying that with a vast grin on her face. "Right. Anyway, we should get going."
Izzy, who was still laying on the ground, cried out, "Help me up!"
He sighed, grabbed her hand, and hoisted her up. She chuckled as the sudden force impacted her into his chest.
He moved a piece of red hair from her face. "Izzy, you're lucky I love you," he said softly. "Insanity and all."
It was seven o'clock in the morning, when Noah woke up. He silently got out of bed. Izzy was still sleeping. He swore she could sleep through the end of the world. He got dressed and went to work.
Izzy's eyes slide open. She'd been pretending to sleep for three hours. As soon as she had felt Noah stir, she went limp and turned away. Just in time, it turn out. She felt him climb out of bed and kiss her cheek.
She'd almost broke then and there. But she didn't. "Sleep well, Iz," he'd whispered to her, before going to work.
She grinned, getting up herself. She changed and ran to the HQ of her Insanity. Sure, she was pregnant, but the baby actually didn't really care what she ate, so long as she did in the first place. She grinned in anticipation of the day ahead of her.
She touched her stomach gently. "Cupcakes for breakfast?"
She felt the baby kick, as though agreeing. Izzy chuckled. "Oh, yeah, you and me are gonna get along just fine."
The baby kicked again.
This time, Izzy took it as a threat, instead of an agreement. "Okay, I'm going!" She snapped moodily.
Instead of a cupcake, Izzy bought a whole wedding cake from the cake store across town. Seven layers. That would keep her busy for a few days. But there was also a problem with this; if Noah found it, she'd be... *shudders*... severely lectured.
She briefly contemplated giving the cake to Owen, but decided against it. What the point of buying it, if she wasn't gonna enjoy it herself?!
She chortled as a plan came to mind.
It was five at night when Noah came home. Izzy ran up and hugged (tackled) him as he came through the door.
She laughed at the surprised look on his face. He sighed. "Izzy, you are such a child."
He ran a hand through her hair fondly. "And I love you for it." After a minute, he added, "Could you get off me now?"
She got up, grinning her widest. Noah instantly understood that something was up. "Izzy, what'd you do?" He groaned in anticipation of her answer.
"Nothing, Silly!"
He raised a disbelieving eyebrow at that.
She gasped. "Is there no trust?!" She sound almost hurt. Almost.
Noah wasn't buying it. "Spill," he growled like an owner who was mad at his untrained dog after peeing in the house.
She just shook her head. "Nope!"
He decided to leave it at that, or so it seemed...
Everytime Izzy turned around, or wasn't looking, Noah was looking for something roughly the size of a bomb.
He frowned. Who knows? Izzy could have gone Explosivo. Who knows with her?! She's the type of person to keep you guessing. It was one of the reasons Noah had realized he loved her. Besides, she was his intellectual equal, albeit a bit smarter than he himself.
But that just made their marriage so much more interesting. Besides, what's more fun than having the feeling that you're raising your wife?
Speaking of childish...
"Izzy, get off the ceiling!" He cried, shocked and awed that she could even do that. Maybe her mother's theory hadn't been far off...
"Never!" She cried, breaking him from his thoughts. "You'll never take me alive!"
Noah had vicious flashbacks to when they were sixteen, and the RMCP's we're still tracking her for being AWOL. He had remembered that episode from the pure insanity. Izzy's pure insanity. And the fact that she'd escaped.
"Izzy," he tried again, only to get cut off.
"Not Izzy! ESQUIRE!" She half-sang her own name.
He sighed. He should have known. It wasn't Izzy, it was Esquire. "Esquire, get off the ceiling, please?"
"Okay!" She released her grip, and she landed to the ground with a perfect flip.
Now, that had to have made the baby dizzy. Esquire shook her head roughly, as though to shake something from it.
Noah scowled. "What's wrong?" He asked the head-shaking girl.
"Izzy says she wants to come out," she explained.
Noah almost groaned. Since watching season five, Izzy had gotten it into her mind that if Mike could have multiple personalities, she could turn her personas into personalities. So, now whenever one of her "personalities" came out, she'd need a trigger to come back.
Noah sighed, reached over, and kissed her.
It also helped that the "others" didn't like (love) him. So that immediately made "them" go away.
Izzy came back with a smile on her face. "I love you so much," she laughed. The baby kicked between both parents.
He kissed her cheek, almost her neck. "You're lucky I love you," he whispered as he went into another kiss on her lips.
It wasn't until the next morning that Noah found out where Izzy had hidden the cake. In fact, he had stepped in it ... in the shower.
It was five o'clock in the morning, but that didn't stop him from yelling, "Izzy!"
The ginger woman sat straight up in bed, wincing. "Whoops!" She muttered. "I forgot to relocate it!"
She got up and ran into the bathroom. Her husband draped a towel around his hips as she ran in. "My cake!" She cried. "You got it wet!"
"And then I stepped in it, thank you, by the way."
Izzy sighed like he was the weird one. "You're welcome," she murmured absently, "But that was gonna be my breakfast for today and tomorrow! You're gonna a buy me a new one."
Noah rolled his eyes. "No I'm not. If I've told you once, I've told you a million times. You need to be healthy for the baby."
"But why?!" Izzy whined. "I have to gain weight anyway! Why not just get there faster?"
Noah found himself stifling a wry chuckle. "Healthy," he said. "You'll get there."
Izzy pouted and walked away. Noah finished rinsing his foot, gave his wet hair a shake, then ran after her, towel and all.
(A/n: I own no copy rights or songs or bands or anything musical, not even a good voice. The first song, Lovesong, I believe is ORIGINALLY done by the Smiths, but this one was inspired by Snake river conspiracy, and the second of is How soon is now? Again, I don't own ANYTHING. AND I'M MAKING NO MONEY FROM THIS).
It took him seven minutes to change and thirty minutes for his hair to dry. But in between that time, he had to suffer through Izzy singing at the top of her lungs.
What's worse, she wasn't even just singing one song, she was mixing them. If she forgot the next line, she simply went into another one of her favorites.
"Whenever I'm alone with you... you make me feel like I am fun again!" He noticed that her voice had softened a tiny bit. She was no longer screaming, but singing...
"Oh, shut your mouth! How can you say... I go about things the wrong way?!"
He smiled as she went on to another one, this one unbeknownst to him. "Hm, she's not bad," he thought to himself.
He shook his hair and went out of their bedroom. He found her in the living room, staring out the window. She was watching the sun come up, as it was now around six o'clock.
He was perplexed about what she was up to. "Hey, Iz, whatcha doing?"
"Looking at the moon. Singing to her."
His glower deepened. "To the moon?"
He heard a gentle chuckle. "No, Silly. To the baby. I know she can hear me, but since she's, like, a few inches deep in my stomach (not quite), she must not be able to hear me well."
Noah shrugged. It wasn't the craziest thing she's said. "Do you talk to it often?"
Izzy sighed. "She, Noah, she. Why do you insist on belittling my psychic skills?"
"Psychic's one way to put it," he thought to himself. Noah groaned. "We've been through this before, Izzy. You're not, and never have been psychic."
"Oh, yes I was! In my sixth past life, I had the gift. And then I got again in this life. You and I also got married in my eighth life,"
Noah almost choked. "I have not been in a past life!" He snapped. "Let alone one of your delusional ones!"
Izzy chortled at his disbelief, "Well, if that's your reaction to our first marriage, I'd better not tell you about all four of our other ones."
Noah's eyes roll into the back of his head, as he tossed his head back in frustration. Only one person in the world could leave him so utterly disturbed. "Thanks, Iz, for that 'knowledge'," he muttered, "gratefully".
She rolled her eyes. "You're being such a baby! It's not like I married you in every life! I'm pretty sure I Married Zeke in one of them."
Noah knew that this was just another one of her brain's games that her mind played on her, but the so-called prospect of her being with someone else- even if it was all imaginary, was a hard concept to accept. And so he wouldn't.
Instead he just shrugged, "Okay, sure, Izzy. We've been married six times, and you've apparently married Zeke." He rolled his eyes as she beamed.
"I knew you'd get it!"
Noah smiled, walked over to her and hugged her. "You're lucky I love you."
Post Morgan.
The loud cry of their three month old daughter startled them both awake. "I'll get her," Noah yawned, climbing out of bed. Izzy smiled apologetically at him.
"Thanks," she whispered, falling back onto the pillow, already half-asleep from exhaustion.
Noah made for little morgans cradle. The baby thrashed around in her craddle, red from crying. He picked her up and burped her.
He wondered if she was hungry, but when he'd tried to give her the bottle (Prebottled but Izzy just for an instant like this), she refused to take it. And that's when he felt that she was wet. He sighed and went to the bathroom with her, gently setting her on the counter.
He pulled out her diaper bag and started cleaning her off. He got her into a new diaper, and began rocking her. After a few minutes, she started drifting off.
He carried her over to her cradle, kissed her forehead, and placed the sleeping child inside. He walked over to his bed, and climbed in.
He almost immediately had to leave for work. He sighed and got dressed. He kissed both of his girls goodbye before leaving.
Lucky, Noah realized suddenly. He was the lucky one.