return to Consummation. O.O

[Bunny]

"I'm not sure if that would work," Rebekah said, opening one eye half way, her vision shadowed with her dark lashes. "The mother would probably come looking for it, and that would make us have to answer to Isaac. And I'm not sure if he'd want to hear the answer if we'd want to give the answer, but in the end, it ends with us still without a child. Unless we make one ourselves." She again pointed obnoxiously to her legs. "Like, try not to tear the dress. I only have one, and it would be pain to have to get someone to sew me another. It would be awkward while I still had a ripped one..." It did not occur to her to take it off.

[Sly Cooper]

"If you don't want it ripped why don't you take it off?" Damon said in an even tone. He let out a heavy sigh, "I guess we have to do this... because we cant steal one." He looked at her not really sure where to start.

[Bunny]

No sooner were the words out of Damon's mouth than did Rebekah shoot upwards.

"That's it!" she announced, turning her head to grin a crooked-teeth-glimmering smile at her husband. "That's what we'll do. We can't steal a child from any of the current nursing mothers because that would be a sin. But..." She leaped from the bed, and whirled towards Damon, a triumphant gleam in her eye. "We could go the Hemingford! We could go to Hemingford, and steal one of their babies! That would be a blessing! Outlander adults can't raise a child to follow He Who Walks Behind the Rows! We would be practically lifting the child into heaven!"

[Sly Cooper]

"You're a genius!" Damon plunged forward and embraced her. "We can take one from Hemingford! We can give it a better life! We won't have to consummate, because we can get our child a different way!"

[Bunny]

Rebekah laughed with delight, and wrapped her arms around Damon's neck. She leaned close, her eyes mere inches from his, her breath caressing his face. "It will work! I remember where Hemingford is. My Gramma - before I killed her, I mean, it would be weird if this happened after - she used to like to sell her peaches at Hemingford. She took me all the time. We can walk there, grab a kid, come back." She snapped her fingers. "It'll be that easy."

[Sly Cooper]

"But what if someone tries to stop us?" Damon paused, "No one ever leaves Gatlin, not even to save other children. Do they?" He rested his chin on her shoulder, "but if we get caught we just explain..." His eyes reflected his happiness. "We got it!"

[Bunny]

"We'll just explain that we are good little children!" Rebekah finished for him. "What could be wrong about kidnapping a child and raising him or her to follow He Who Walks Behind the Rows? Ooh!" Already on a completely different line of thought, she jumped up and down. "Ooh! Hey! Let's name the kid...uh... Noah. Even if it's a girl! I wonder what it will be..." She placed a hand on her stomach as though she expected to feel it moving inside her.

[Sly Cooper]

"If it's a girl named Noah, that would make her very special. But she would already be special, because she would be saved! We would bring Noah to He Who Walks Behind the Rows, because we are good children!" Damon got up and danced around haphazardly, he was so excited. "And she shall be ours!"

[Bunny]

OOC: I like how Damon already references Noah as 'her'

IC:

Rebekah moved to clasp Damon's hands in her own. "It will be wonderful," she vowed. "We'll be the best parents ever! Our child will remember us fondly for saving it, even though it was born in the realm of the damned!" She moved for the door. "I say we go! Wait!" She paused.

Her eyes grew wide. There was one problem in their plot. One, gaping hole that would destroy their entire goal. And it was so obvious she felt stupid for not noticing it before.


"We might need snacks!"

[Sly Cooper]

Damon smacked his forehead, "How could we forget the snacks! Then again I almost forgot breakfast several times today."He cam up next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, "We will grabs snacks! Enough for you, me, and little Noah!" His face showed his excitement.

[Bunny]

Rebekah's hand fluttered to her neck in a panic. "I know what sort of snacks I like, and you know what sort of snacks you like, but neither of us know what sort of snacks Noah likes!" She fell onto the bed, her head in her hands. "We're horrible parents."

[Sly Cooper]

Damon sat down next to her and held her hand, "We're not terrible parents yet!" He then realized that wasn't very soothing. "I mean we haven't met her yet, so how would we know? And because we don't have Noah yet, we're not parents yet. And, we could just bring one of every kind of snack just in case." He forced a smile trying to cheer Rebekah up.

[Bunny]

Rebekah sniffed. "No..." she murmured. "I heard a mother is just supposed to know these things. But..." she nibbled on her thumbnail as she thought.

In mere seconds, her hazel eyes were glittering again. She turned to Damon and flashed her toothy grin once again. "We ransack the old homes, alright?" she asked. "Outlanders -- they love this green stuff. When we get Noah we can buy her whatever snacks she wants! Good, holy stuff," she added. "Like Pringles. We could steal from the Outlanders, I suppose, but that just seems wrong." The intended kidnapper and self-acknowledged gramma murderer wrinkled her nose with distaste.

[Sly Cooper]

"Although we could just look around the outlanders house first, to see what they have cos that could give us a clue what Noah likes. You know what I mean? Then we can steal the green stuff and then kidnap the child! It's fool proof!" Damon grinned from ear to ear. "We will be the best parents ever! And we didn't even have to consummate!"

[Bunny]

Rebekah couldn't hide the delight from her face, and she wouldn't if she could. Damon had come to her aid like a Guardian Angel sent by He Who Walks Behind the Rows himself, and the new bride was eager to offer him the gratitude he deserved. She went to peck him on the cheek as a reward, though if she was honest with herself (which was something Rebekah often wasn't) than she would have admitted that she merely wanted to press her lips against her husband for the sake of -- wifely duty.

"Well, what are we waiting for!" she cried, unclasping her hands and tearing the door off its hinged. "We need to get to Hemingford!"

OOC: