A/N : Hey y'all...I feel sad cos somebody stole my bike sniff... lots of stuff has changed in this chapter for example we now have an official beta/editor (ElvenYoukai) and other than that there is a new sort of sense to this chapter. You guys gotta promise me you're gonna read to the very END of this chapter. You'll be rewarded! I'm sorry but the thankyous will have to be postponed to the next chapter that is also up now so let me pass it on to the B.Ns now..
B/N: -- . Oo . ghtitjnj vnvt;imna,njgvhwg ... That made so much sense, didn't it? Well, FYI, that's how atiya writes it before I beta everything ... U
Chapter 18
One week later ...
"HIHIHIHIHIHI!!!!!!!!!!" Cackled the purple-spotted green cabbage alien in its nasally, yet somehow deep ... er ... voice. It was hitching a ride on the back of one of the castle moat's orange crocodiles.
An innocent, clueless maid crossing the drawbridge let out a high-pitched cross between a squeak and a screech, sounding much like Sammy when she was trying to learn how to bike, or the Grinch when he was dizzy.
The basket of tarts (blue-strawberry-peach-cake) she'd been dangling from her pinky-finger jumped up. And it went up, and up, and up ... UP ... UP ... and down down down down down. Then -
PLUNK!
... Right on top of the now hysterical maid's head. Hysterical meaning blabbering about sea-sick pumpkins and acting like a cerulean gorilla with rabies being chased by Jaken on a bright orange Oliphaunt (and a shrieking Hades clinging desperately onto the poor beast's madly swinging tail.)
She stumbled forwards a few steps, crashed into the rainbow-striped macho-snail that was bearing a message to Lord Farquad (meaning it would have to take a turn into a dragon's tummy). Upon impact with the snail's blunt, squishy-able, pointy eyelashes, the maid fell off (through?) the bridge, Inuyasha -'Sit!' style. But don't ask how, for this one does not know, that she doesn't.
She fell onto what looked like an overly-large macaroni-and-cheese orange and turquiose sea anemone, but which proved upon closer inspection to be ... a head. A head with spiky, well, hair, if you could call it that. Ish.
The maid and the head sunk into the deep waters of the moat. They were down there for quite a while, doing kami knows what. The maid suddenly resurfaced on the hump of one of the orange crocs.
The head popped above the water. It was home to a face - a face with a large, pink, mud-stained nose that in all reality looked more like a pig-snout. It's fishy-like lips were painted green and yellow - with water-proof lipstick, of course. By Revlon, duh. Cyan bat-ears and buggish magenta eyes completed the look.
The aforementioned head, also known as Nabare, clambered onto the drawbridge with a bit of help from a wandering spring green dolphin, revealing ...
...
... A man's body in a lime green and royal blue dragon-scale bikini, wearing anklets made of huge, blinding feathers. (oO)
His bat-ears picked up a sound that was much like a ballet dancer with the wrong shoes on, just before he was squishy squashied into bothing-cothing-dothing-fothing-gothing-hothing-jothing-kothing-lothing-mothing- pothing-quothing-rothing-sothing-tothing-vothing-wothing-xothing-yothing-zothing-nothing-ness. YAY! Down with Nabare! Down with Nabare! WOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The alien (who shall from this point on be called Faiz) started to sing. His song was about Santa Clause falling on a next full of 100 little baby ducklings (with very busy parents, may I add). Now, imagine a cabbage alien with a nasally deep voice ... singing. Sounds like the ducklings - and the awfully loud noises their parents are making too . Ugh - doesn't it?
The bothing-cothing-dothing-fothing-gothing-hothing-jothing-kothing-lothing-mothing-pothing-quothing -rothing-sothing-tothing-vothing-wothing-xothing-yothing-zothing-nothing-ness that was Nabare screeched for mercy. Although how a nothingness can screech is beyond me, and the pink cheese moon.
But Faiz was stubborn; definitely not one to take orders, and the deafening noise of his crooning from hell haunted Frell for ... um ... a loooong time. Sooner than later, stuffing marshmallows into one's ears was the common fashion.
Now who was the valiant warrior that slew the scary monster? A puwdy widdle centauw. YAY! It's violet head harboured a large hot pink afro (dotted with purple hearts) which looked much like a ladybug and Sammy's helmet. Feh. Keh. Meh. Heh. Teh. Yeh. Blah.
It was going to hang around to receive it's official what's-it-called award, but Faiz's never-ending shrieking drove him away. Far far away. As did the bothing-cothing-dothing-fothing-gothing-hothing-jothing-kothing-lothing-mothing- pothing- quothing -rothing-sothing-tothing-vothing-wothing-xothing-yothing-zothing-nothing-ness that was Nabare.
As for the maid, she spent the rest of her sorry life alternatingly hollering "CHICKEN WINGS!!!!!!!!" and reciting the full works of Shakespeare in an ear-splittingly high voice.
FIN
By ElvenYoukai
A/N: That was just something that ElvenYoukai pulled together. Was there a purpose you ask? Not really. I apologize. Now here is the REAL chapter 18 (which has no special sense). And don't you forget to read the thankyous at the end people!
One Week later...
The royal family was not the kind to be quiet while having dinner, especially when Char's entire family was present. Cecilia, Char's parents - Daria and Jerrold- and his two brothers, Thomas and Jakyll were all were all seated around the royal dining table along with Ella, the twins, Isabella, and her soon-to-be husband and sister-in-law. John was the main reason for the silence; not only him, but Isabella as well.
It was supposed to be a dinner to welcome John into a family that he was going to join very, very soon. They all knew about the baby, but none of them could find what to say at the moment.
Isabella took a sip from her glass of apple juice; everybody else -minus Leonardo, Elizabeth and Anna - had champagne. She could not drink any alcohol due to the baby.
"So when is the wedding?" Daria asked politely.
"We have not deci-"
"In two weeks," Ella interrupted Isabella.
"What?!" Isabella and John exclaimed together.
Char frowned. "I would have expected you to wish to be wed as soon as possible..."
"But it takes very long to prepare for a wedding!" Isabella retorted. "And Isabella is still in some shock after the abduction." John chirped.
"The wedding should be before you start to ... show." Ella whispered the last word, but everybody heard.
Isabella's face glowed red as her siblings and Anna smirked behind their hands. Jakyll snorted, making his father give him a disapproving look.
Isabella kept her head down and fiddled with a bit of salad at the speared at the end of her fork. Salad, bread and soup were the about the only things she could eat without feeling sick these days. She felt John's hand grip her knee in a comforting way, which she returned with a look of gratitude.
"Do you have any idea what you are going to wear?" Daria asked Isabella.
"I haven't given it much thought actually." Isabella wished they would stop talking about the wedding now.
Her prayers were answered, as there was no further talk about it. Isabella stared at her food, but her gaze was suddenly drawn to John's glass. There was no champagne in it, but a cinnamon coloured drink: apple juice. Isabella fought an urge to throw her arms around him and kiss him in front of everyone. It was little things like this that made a person worth loving, worth marrying, worth spending a lifetime with. John cared so much about Isabella that he didn't drink wine, just because of her. He drank apple juice (his least favorite beverage) because she had to drink it.
Soon all the dishes were put away and dessert was served. Mandy had made a peach pie sort of dessert that Isabella could eat. After everybody had finished dessert they had all gone to the parlour.
Fortunately, in the parlour there were conversations. Elizabeth and Anna were talking in low voices as if telling secrets; they each stole glances at John and Isabella every now and then. It passed John and Isabella's notice, as they were busy having a conversation with Jakyll, Cecilia and Daria. Thomas and Ella were also chatting (Thomas was one year younger than Ella and they got along quite well). Now we are left with Char and Jerrold father and son, king and ex-king. They were probably the loudest, laughing about acccidents in the pass and rolling their eyes each time Daria and Ella shushed them.
"Uncle Jakyll, for the last time, we won't kiss for you!" Isabella sighed exasperatedly.
"Why not? You two are supposedly in love, am I right? So kiss... pleeease?"
"You are so odd... you are the oddest uncle who e-" Isabella was interrupted at as John kissed her.She pulled away."John!"
Cecilia and Jakyll were laughing inconsolably.
"What is so funny?" Isabella demanded. "Well?"
John put his arms around her shoulders. "Let them laugh, honey, it isn't a crime to laugh."
"John!" Isabella pulled his arm off of her shoulders. "Dooooon't!" She complained. "And will you two please stop laughing?!"
John started to laugh as well.
"What? Why is everybody laughing, is there some joke I don't get? Tell me! WHAT?!"
"You are more like your father than you think." John said.
"Alright, go on, laugh! Hmph!" Isabella crossed her arms.
"I hope, for your own good, she isn't like this for all nine months." Jakyll whispered to John. John chuckled. Cecilia snorted, but patted Isabella's arm. "Don't listen to them Isabella, they don't know a thing."
Isabella sighed and got up. "Well, I'm tired, I'm going to bed!"
"Isabella please! It's only 8:30!" Jakyll laughed
"I'm sleepy! I am going to bed."
"Come on honey don't go!" John said grabbing her wrist.
"John let go!"
"They're right Isabella, please stay!" Cecilia pleaded.
"John I told you to let go."
"What's the magic word?"
"I love you!"
John let go. "You know what, I'm sleepy too... I think I'd better come with you."
"Are you two going to bed already?" Came Daria's voice.
"What, already?" Ella asked.
"Yes, I'm tired." Isabella said patiently.
"Well, John, you must stay with us!" Char said.
John blushed "Well... you see... I... I... "
Jerrold chuckled "They are going to be married in two weeks! They deserve to be alone." He winked at them. "Go on, go!"
Everybody laughed, that is except for Char and Ella, and Leonardo as well, who didn't understand.
Isabella smiled and left, John at her heel.
"So are you actually tired?"
"Of course, John!"
"But I thought, we could..."
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?!"
"John I am sleepy. I want to go to bed!"
"I'll come with you!"
"Jooooohnnn!" She whined.
"Don't whine!"
"I can if i want to!"
"I don't like whiners."
"I don't like you!" Isabella held a mocking expression on her face.
John laughed and put his arm around his fiancee. "It sounded like we were already married!"
Isabella laughed.
"I made you laugh!"
"That was a mistake. I didn't mean to-"
"But you did."
"John! I did not mean to!"
"But you did!"
"It was an accident."
"Well, then I suppose this is an accident as well." John started to tickle her stomach.
Isabella broke out into giggles "Stop-" giggles "Joh-" more giggles "This is not funn-" Tears of laughter were rolling down her eyes now as she tried to break free. Just then there was the sound of a throat being cleared. John quickly let go of Isabella. They both turned around and saw everybody who had been in the parlour with them. John and Isabella were blushing madly.
Char quickly told Leonardo, Elizabeth and Anna to head to their rooms. They left quickly, Anna and Elizabeth laughing and Leonardo frowning.
"It.. it we... we were... well... you see..." Isabella stammered.
"We were talking and then..." John scratched his neck and started to examine his shoes
"We started to tickle eachother." Isabella finished.
"Interesting couple." Muttered Jakyll with a grin.
"Very, interesting." Cecilia agreed, grinning as well.
"Come on! Did you think that was odd?" Isabella raised an eyebrow. "Not so long ago I went into mother and father's bedroom and they were having a pillow fight."
Everyone apart from Ella and Char laughed, but after noticing the looks on their King and Queen's faces, the laughs quickly evolved into exaggerated cough fits.
"Char started it." Ella tried to explain.
"I did not!"
"Char, why are you lying?"
"It is not like you never lie."
"Oh pleas-"
"Thank you for the dinner!" Thomas interrupted in a loud voice.
"Yes, now I think we'd better leave." Jakyll used an even louder voice.
"Oh we're sorry, don't leave!" Ella said.
"No... we really need to go." Jakyll walked to the doorway with his brother.
"Goodbye!" They waved.
There was a chorus of farewells such as, "Goodbye." "Bye." "Goodnight." and a "Don't forget to drink that special tonic I gave you." from Daria.
Thomas and Jakyll lived in a small house that they shared with a few friends. Now one would wonder why would two princes want to go live in a small house that they shared with even more people, when they could simply live in the palace. Well, it isn't at all simple. There are too many orders to give, there are schedules for everything and it was impossible to ever get your privacy with servants everywhere, whilst in the house there were no servants just many close friends and no real schedule, you could eat, sleep or read anytime you wanted. Of course there would not be much privacy in that house either but that is beyond the point.
Soon, everybody else departed to their own bedrooms and said goodnight. Isabella and John went to Isabella's bedroom. They were allowed to share a bedroom because as Char and Ella saw it, Isabella bore a baby, so the worst had already happened. There was a special bedchamber being made for them right now with a small nursery in it.
Isabella got into her nightclothes and John got into his, well, night clothes, if they could be called that. He wore brownish green trousers (which Isabella highly suspected had originally been a different colour), that were purposefully cut in half, without a shirt.
Finally blowing out the lantern, Isabella went into her bed and John crawled in next to her.
"Can I feel it?"
"John, what are you talking about?"
"My child."
"Your child?"
"Fine. Our child. Can I feel it?"
"So it's an it now?"
"Well, I do not know if it is a he or a she so it's an it."
"Ah. So my child is an it to you?"
"Your child?"
"Fine, our child!"
"Can I feel it, or him or her?"
"Again?"
"Yes... pleeeease?" John sounded very much like a small child trying to persuade his mother into letting him nibble on a cookie before supper time.
"Alright, but it would still feel very much like nothing."
John put his hand under Isabella's nightgown and reached to her stomach, he felt it lightly and then pulled his hand back.
"I will make a good father."
"Is that so?" Isabella laughed. "How?"
"Well, I will support my child... and their mother of course!" He added with a smile. "And... I can always understand... I will not be too clingy... and... "
"John, I know you'll be a good father. I know it, you don't need to tell me."
He smiled, pulling his hand out of the covers and smoothing Isabella's hair. "I love you."
"I love you too."
A/N: sniff i have to do my fave. part the thankyous at the end due to a certain jokeness chappy but it was very fun for ElvenYoukai i'm sure and she got to kill Nabare so if i would kill Nabare ever I would kill him like tht. Aaaaaaanyway thankyou angrypickle, Soulist21, ElvenYoukai (...i think...), Moyen (yeah i had a sort of plot going but i dropped it, due to the fact tht i have this harry potter fic in mind and i really want to start on tht.), Mage Light, gayle (lol, that would have been interesting!), Anywien (lol! you make me laugh my friend, you are very damn funny and by tht i mean u are so damn funny in the way i like my friends!), Leslie (wow! you actually remember the stuff i blab about in my a/ns! don't worry Nabare's gonna pay! oops said too much!), and of course Lady Emma (i don't think i've seen ur review for a bit...welcome back!)....thank you all so, so, so, so, so, so much! Rock on y'all! and peace out! !atiya!
B/N: -- . Oo . ghtitjnj vnvt;imna,njgvhwg ... That made so much sense, didn't it? Well, FYI, that's how atiya writes it before I beta everything ... U
Chapter 18
One week later ...
"HIHIHIHIHIHI!!!!!!!!!!" Cackled the purple-spotted green cabbage alien in its nasally, yet somehow deep ... er ... voice. It was hitching a ride on the back of one of the castle moat's orange crocodiles.
An innocent, clueless maid crossing the drawbridge let out a high-pitched cross between a squeak and a screech, sounding much like Sammy when she was trying to learn how to bike, or the Grinch when he was dizzy.
The basket of tarts (blue-strawberry-peach-cake) she'd been dangling from her pinky-finger jumped up. And it went up, and up, and up ... UP ... UP ... and down down down down down. Then -
PLUNK!
... Right on top of the now hysterical maid's head. Hysterical meaning blabbering about sea-sick pumpkins and acting like a cerulean gorilla with rabies being chased by Jaken on a bright orange Oliphaunt (and a shrieking Hades clinging desperately onto the poor beast's madly swinging tail.)
She stumbled forwards a few steps, crashed into the rainbow-striped macho-snail that was bearing a message to Lord Farquad (meaning it would have to take a turn into a dragon's tummy). Upon impact with the snail's blunt, squishy-able, pointy eyelashes, the maid fell off (through?) the bridge, Inuyasha -'Sit!' style. But don't ask how, for this one does not know, that she doesn't.
She fell onto what looked like an overly-large macaroni-and-cheese orange and turquiose sea anemone, but which proved upon closer inspection to be ... a head. A head with spiky, well, hair, if you could call it that. Ish.
The maid and the head sunk into the deep waters of the moat. They were down there for quite a while, doing kami knows what. The maid suddenly resurfaced on the hump of one of the orange crocs.
The head popped above the water. It was home to a face - a face with a large, pink, mud-stained nose that in all reality looked more like a pig-snout. It's fishy-like lips were painted green and yellow - with water-proof lipstick, of course. By Revlon, duh. Cyan bat-ears and buggish magenta eyes completed the look.
The aforementioned head, also known as Nabare, clambered onto the drawbridge with a bit of help from a wandering spring green dolphin, revealing ...
...
... A man's body in a lime green and royal blue dragon-scale bikini, wearing anklets made of huge, blinding feathers. (oO)
His bat-ears picked up a sound that was much like a ballet dancer with the wrong shoes on, just before he was squishy squashied into bothing-cothing-dothing-fothing-gothing-hothing-jothing-kothing-lothing-mothing- pothing-quothing-rothing-sothing-tothing-vothing-wothing-xothing-yothing-zothing-nothing-ness. YAY! Down with Nabare! Down with Nabare! WOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The alien (who shall from this point on be called Faiz) started to sing. His song was about Santa Clause falling on a next full of 100 little baby ducklings (with very busy parents, may I add). Now, imagine a cabbage alien with a nasally deep voice ... singing. Sounds like the ducklings - and the awfully loud noises their parents are making too . Ugh - doesn't it?
The bothing-cothing-dothing-fothing-gothing-hothing-jothing-kothing-lothing-mothing-pothing-quothing -rothing-sothing-tothing-vothing-wothing-xothing-yothing-zothing-nothing-ness that was Nabare screeched for mercy. Although how a nothingness can screech is beyond me, and the pink cheese moon.
But Faiz was stubborn; definitely not one to take orders, and the deafening noise of his crooning from hell haunted Frell for ... um ... a loooong time. Sooner than later, stuffing marshmallows into one's ears was the common fashion.
Now who was the valiant warrior that slew the scary monster? A puwdy widdle centauw. YAY! It's violet head harboured a large hot pink afro (dotted with purple hearts) which looked much like a ladybug and Sammy's helmet. Feh. Keh. Meh. Heh. Teh. Yeh. Blah.
It was going to hang around to receive it's official what's-it-called award, but Faiz's never-ending shrieking drove him away. Far far away. As did the bothing-cothing-dothing-fothing-gothing-hothing-jothing-kothing-lothing-mothing- pothing- quothing -rothing-sothing-tothing-vothing-wothing-xothing-yothing-zothing-nothing-ness that was Nabare.
As for the maid, she spent the rest of her sorry life alternatingly hollering "CHICKEN WINGS!!!!!!!!" and reciting the full works of Shakespeare in an ear-splittingly high voice.
FIN
By ElvenYoukai
A/N: That was just something that ElvenYoukai pulled together. Was there a purpose you ask? Not really. I apologize. Now here is the REAL chapter 18 (which has no special sense). And don't you forget to read the thankyous at the end people!
One Week later...
The royal family was not the kind to be quiet while having dinner, especially when Char's entire family was present. Cecilia, Char's parents - Daria and Jerrold- and his two brothers, Thomas and Jakyll were all were all seated around the royal dining table along with Ella, the twins, Isabella, and her soon-to-be husband and sister-in-law. John was the main reason for the silence; not only him, but Isabella as well.
It was supposed to be a dinner to welcome John into a family that he was going to join very, very soon. They all knew about the baby, but none of them could find what to say at the moment.
Isabella took a sip from her glass of apple juice; everybody else -minus Leonardo, Elizabeth and Anna - had champagne. She could not drink any alcohol due to the baby.
"So when is the wedding?" Daria asked politely.
"We have not deci-"
"In two weeks," Ella interrupted Isabella.
"What?!" Isabella and John exclaimed together.
Char frowned. "I would have expected you to wish to be wed as soon as possible..."
"But it takes very long to prepare for a wedding!" Isabella retorted. "And Isabella is still in some shock after the abduction." John chirped.
"The wedding should be before you start to ... show." Ella whispered the last word, but everybody heard.
Isabella's face glowed red as her siblings and Anna smirked behind their hands. Jakyll snorted, making his father give him a disapproving look.
Isabella kept her head down and fiddled with a bit of salad at the speared at the end of her fork. Salad, bread and soup were the about the only things she could eat without feeling sick these days. She felt John's hand grip her knee in a comforting way, which she returned with a look of gratitude.
"Do you have any idea what you are going to wear?" Daria asked Isabella.
"I haven't given it much thought actually." Isabella wished they would stop talking about the wedding now.
Her prayers were answered, as there was no further talk about it. Isabella stared at her food, but her gaze was suddenly drawn to John's glass. There was no champagne in it, but a cinnamon coloured drink: apple juice. Isabella fought an urge to throw her arms around him and kiss him in front of everyone. It was little things like this that made a person worth loving, worth marrying, worth spending a lifetime with. John cared so much about Isabella that he didn't drink wine, just because of her. He drank apple juice (his least favorite beverage) because she had to drink it.
Soon all the dishes were put away and dessert was served. Mandy had made a peach pie sort of dessert that Isabella could eat. After everybody had finished dessert they had all gone to the parlour.
Fortunately, in the parlour there were conversations. Elizabeth and Anna were talking in low voices as if telling secrets; they each stole glances at John and Isabella every now and then. It passed John and Isabella's notice, as they were busy having a conversation with Jakyll, Cecilia and Daria. Thomas and Ella were also chatting (Thomas was one year younger than Ella and they got along quite well). Now we are left with Char and Jerrold father and son, king and ex-king. They were probably the loudest, laughing about acccidents in the pass and rolling their eyes each time Daria and Ella shushed them.
"Uncle Jakyll, for the last time, we won't kiss for you!" Isabella sighed exasperatedly.
"Why not? You two are supposedly in love, am I right? So kiss... pleeease?"
"You are so odd... you are the oddest uncle who e-" Isabella was interrupted at as John kissed her.She pulled away."John!"
Cecilia and Jakyll were laughing inconsolably.
"What is so funny?" Isabella demanded. "Well?"
John put his arms around her shoulders. "Let them laugh, honey, it isn't a crime to laugh."
"John!" Isabella pulled his arm off of her shoulders. "Dooooon't!" She complained. "And will you two please stop laughing?!"
John started to laugh as well.
"What? Why is everybody laughing, is there some joke I don't get? Tell me! WHAT?!"
"You are more like your father than you think." John said.
"Alright, go on, laugh! Hmph!" Isabella crossed her arms.
"I hope, for your own good, she isn't like this for all nine months." Jakyll whispered to John. John chuckled. Cecilia snorted, but patted Isabella's arm. "Don't listen to them Isabella, they don't know a thing."
Isabella sighed and got up. "Well, I'm tired, I'm going to bed!"
"Isabella please! It's only 8:30!" Jakyll laughed
"I'm sleepy! I am going to bed."
"Come on honey don't go!" John said grabbing her wrist.
"John let go!"
"They're right Isabella, please stay!" Cecilia pleaded.
"John I told you to let go."
"What's the magic word?"
"I love you!"
John let go. "You know what, I'm sleepy too... I think I'd better come with you."
"Are you two going to bed already?" Came Daria's voice.
"What, already?" Ella asked.
"Yes, I'm tired." Isabella said patiently.
"Well, John, you must stay with us!" Char said.
John blushed "Well... you see... I... I... "
Jerrold chuckled "They are going to be married in two weeks! They deserve to be alone." He winked at them. "Go on, go!"
Everybody laughed, that is except for Char and Ella, and Leonardo as well, who didn't understand.
Isabella smiled and left, John at her heel.
"So are you actually tired?"
"Of course, John!"
"But I thought, we could..."
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?!"
"John I am sleepy. I want to go to bed!"
"I'll come with you!"
"Jooooohnnn!" She whined.
"Don't whine!"
"I can if i want to!"
"I don't like whiners."
"I don't like you!" Isabella held a mocking expression on her face.
John laughed and put his arm around his fiancee. "It sounded like we were already married!"
Isabella laughed.
"I made you laugh!"
"That was a mistake. I didn't mean to-"
"But you did."
"John! I did not mean to!"
"But you did!"
"It was an accident."
"Well, then I suppose this is an accident as well." John started to tickle her stomach.
Isabella broke out into giggles "Stop-" giggles "Joh-" more giggles "This is not funn-" Tears of laughter were rolling down her eyes now as she tried to break free. Just then there was the sound of a throat being cleared. John quickly let go of Isabella. They both turned around and saw everybody who had been in the parlour with them. John and Isabella were blushing madly.
Char quickly told Leonardo, Elizabeth and Anna to head to their rooms. They left quickly, Anna and Elizabeth laughing and Leonardo frowning.
"It.. it we... we were... well... you see..." Isabella stammered.
"We were talking and then..." John scratched his neck and started to examine his shoes
"We started to tickle eachother." Isabella finished.
"Interesting couple." Muttered Jakyll with a grin.
"Very, interesting." Cecilia agreed, grinning as well.
"Come on! Did you think that was odd?" Isabella raised an eyebrow. "Not so long ago I went into mother and father's bedroom and they were having a pillow fight."
Everyone apart from Ella and Char laughed, but after noticing the looks on their King and Queen's faces, the laughs quickly evolved into exaggerated cough fits.
"Char started it." Ella tried to explain.
"I did not!"
"Char, why are you lying?"
"It is not like you never lie."
"Oh pleas-"
"Thank you for the dinner!" Thomas interrupted in a loud voice.
"Yes, now I think we'd better leave." Jakyll used an even louder voice.
"Oh we're sorry, don't leave!" Ella said.
"No... we really need to go." Jakyll walked to the doorway with his brother.
"Goodbye!" They waved.
There was a chorus of farewells such as, "Goodbye." "Bye." "Goodnight." and a "Don't forget to drink that special tonic I gave you." from Daria.
Thomas and Jakyll lived in a small house that they shared with a few friends. Now one would wonder why would two princes want to go live in a small house that they shared with even more people, when they could simply live in the palace. Well, it isn't at all simple. There are too many orders to give, there are schedules for everything and it was impossible to ever get your privacy with servants everywhere, whilst in the house there were no servants just many close friends and no real schedule, you could eat, sleep or read anytime you wanted. Of course there would not be much privacy in that house either but that is beyond the point.
Soon, everybody else departed to their own bedrooms and said goodnight. Isabella and John went to Isabella's bedroom. They were allowed to share a bedroom because as Char and Ella saw it, Isabella bore a baby, so the worst had already happened. There was a special bedchamber being made for them right now with a small nursery in it.
Isabella got into her nightclothes and John got into his, well, night clothes, if they could be called that. He wore brownish green trousers (which Isabella highly suspected had originally been a different colour), that were purposefully cut in half, without a shirt.
Finally blowing out the lantern, Isabella went into her bed and John crawled in next to her.
"Can I feel it?"
"John, what are you talking about?"
"My child."
"Your child?"
"Fine. Our child. Can I feel it?"
"So it's an it now?"
"Well, I do not know if it is a he or a she so it's an it."
"Ah. So my child is an it to you?"
"Your child?"
"Fine, our child!"
"Can I feel it, or him or her?"
"Again?"
"Yes... pleeeease?" John sounded very much like a small child trying to persuade his mother into letting him nibble on a cookie before supper time.
"Alright, but it would still feel very much like nothing."
John put his hand under Isabella's nightgown and reached to her stomach, he felt it lightly and then pulled his hand back.
"I will make a good father."
"Is that so?" Isabella laughed. "How?"
"Well, I will support my child... and their mother of course!" He added with a smile. "And... I can always understand... I will not be too clingy... and... "
"John, I know you'll be a good father. I know it, you don't need to tell me."
He smiled, pulling his hand out of the covers and smoothing Isabella's hair. "I love you."
"I love you too."
A/N: sniff i have to do my fave. part the thankyous at the end due to a certain jokeness chappy but it was very fun for ElvenYoukai i'm sure and she got to kill Nabare so if i would kill Nabare ever I would kill him like tht. Aaaaaaanyway thankyou angrypickle, Soulist21, ElvenYoukai (...i think...), Moyen (yeah i had a sort of plot going but i dropped it, due to the fact tht i have this harry potter fic in mind and i really want to start on tht.), Mage Light, gayle (lol, that would have been interesting!), Anywien (lol! you make me laugh my friend, you are very damn funny and by tht i mean u are so damn funny in the way i like my friends!), Leslie (wow! you actually remember the stuff i blab about in my a/ns! don't worry Nabare's gonna pay! oops said too much!), and of course Lady Emma (i don't think i've seen ur review for a bit...welcome back!)....thank you all so, so, so, so, so, so much! Rock on y'all! and peace out! !atiya!