Isolde would sigh softly as she felt Othello relax, she didn't want her to have to hunt down the father of her babies no matter how tempting it sounded. She found it hard to imagine that he was gone now out of fear, he was always so strong and unmoving. He was supposed to be the rock she leaned on, but he seemed to have refused that. Isolde had been left to figure out this pregnancy thing mostly alone. A giggle would interrupt her thoughts as Othello tugged gently at her ears, answering her question with decided grace. Isolde would smile softly, finding nothing to combat those words as she sighed, noticing the obvious yawn of the woman above her. She'd feel her heart melt at the words as she realized fully what she'd meant. Could she have ever been this happy in Othello's arms had Soliloquy not run off? She'd whine softly as the pair nuzzled closer to each other, "How happy are you, Othello?" She'd ask softly, wondering if she felt the same elation that she did.
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