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[Isabeau Adela]

There was no way that she could hide it any longer; despite only being four months pregnant, she looked and felt as if she were a little more along the lines of six months: and she still hadn't spilled the news to her father. Issy was far too scared to tell him, and unlike Lev she knew that her father wouldn't share the same happiness that she felt: and all because it was Lev's child that she carried. At first she hid it and kept it a secret, but as things started to become more difficult to hide, Issy went as far as to avoid seeing her father and instead stuck to phone calls. Rarely was she ever home, and the only time she stepped inside her house was when she knew for a fact that her father would not be home; but she couldn't go on like that forever, and Remy would find out eventually her secret. Much to her dismay, coming out with it was probably the better choice.

She toiled over what to say, and how to say it, and where to say it, for days; and finally she gathered the courage to call her father up and ask him out to lunch, claiming to have missed seeing him and wanting to talk to him. Wasn't too much of a lie, as she missed her father more than anything. Hiding from him, and only relying on a phone call or telepathy to keep in contact with her father was hardly the same as seeing him. Issy held onto his voice each time they talked over the phone, and not seeing him for so long just about killed her, but she didn't have much of a choice. She knew what her father's reaction was going to be, despite what she wished; there was no easy way of telling him that she was pregnant with Lev's child. And then there was the fact that she was moving in with him, something that she always kept from Remy. Lev was a touchy subject for her father, but she couldn't put her life on hold just because of her father's inability to cope.

Pregnant and moving in with her boyfriend should be a joyous experience, but Issy found herself deprived of all excitement. Nervousness fell over her like a damp blanket, weighing down upon her shoulders and making her ache to the bone as she sat at the table the waiter had placed her at. Her blue eyes cast out the large window, but she was unaware of whatever lay outside; her mind was elsewhere, her thoughts a furious storm. As much as she wanted to see her father, she was dreading their time together, despite her plan of easing him into conversation and making sure that he was not only relaxed, but happy, before she broke the news. Her hands slipped under the table as she lost herself in thought and gently rested on her stomach, which was thankfully hidden with the help of the table; she hoped her father would be late, but he wasn't one to ever be tardy.

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[Kaviel]

It had been awhile since Remy's seen Isabeau. He found it odd that his own daughter would be away from him this long, but at least she kept in contact through phone calls and telepathy. Why she was doing this though, he had no idea. From what he knew, she hadn't done anything wrong, so there wasn't any reason that he'd be upset with her. It made him wonder, but more importantly, it made him worry. Sure, she kept telling him that she was just fine, though he never knew for certain. Being that Issy had always stayed close to him and tried to spend time with him, it was extremely odd to see her behaving this way. Whenever he asked for a reason, all he would get was that she was busy. In a way, he suspected that it likely had something to do with Lev. No, he didn't like trying to jump to conclusions and point the finger with this, but he just had that feeling.

When Issy called him up today, and told him that she finally wanted to see him face to face again, it came as a major relief. He missed seeing and being with her. So once he made the call, he made sure to be on time with things today. Still though, he ended up coming home a bit late. Luckily, it didn't really matter much, as he still had time to get ready once he was home. After showering, he dressed in the attire that was usual for him before heading back out towards Emerald City Grill. Again, teleportation was an option for him, but he didn't really like using that unless he had to. There wasn't much of a point to it, and he wasn't the type who minded walking to places. Or in the case of him being an angel, flying. As for tonight, he decided to walk so he wouldn't draw in any unwanted attention. He knew the hunters tended to come out at night, and he'd rather avoid them all together.

So it took him a bit longer to get to where he was going, but he still arrived on time as he walked through the front doors. After telling the waitress that he was meeting up with someone, the younger woman directed him to one of the closer tables. There, Remy saw Isabeau. "Issy." He said to her with a smile. Then he sat down across from her, glad to be speaking face to face with his daughter again. It had actually been months since he last saw her, so you could imagine how he felt. "Long time no see. What have you been up to?" When he asked, it wasn't in any sort of way that sounded like he was trying invade in her business. His tone remained friendly and upbeat, wanting to keep things on a positive note. He was aware that if Lev ever came into discussion, things could go downhill, and fast.

But again, he couldn't help but think that the hunter had something to do with this. Isabeau was still seeing him, after Remy made it clear that he didn't want them around each other. His hatred for him was so bad, that Issy was the only person keeping Lev alive. Otherwise, he would've been gutted a long time ago. It was hard to resist the urge to kill him though, but Remy didn't want to destroy Issy's heart.

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[Isabeau Adela]

The minutes ticked by slowly and with each passing second her nervousness increased by a startling amount; by the time she saw her father walking by through the window, her hands were shaking below the table and she had to fight the urge to get up and run to the bathroom. Never before did Issy ever felt so scared to tell her father something, and not because she feared him hitting her. She knew he'd never harm her, for any reason, but disowning her was something she wasn't so sure about. Her father loved her more than anything, she knew that, but he seemed to hate Lev with just as much passion and she feared the two feelings colliding; Issy was also worried that whatever anger her father had would be taken out on Lev, and that made her heart fall swiftly to the floor before Remy even took a foot inside the restaurant.

Usually, her father's presence was able to calm any nervous feelings she had but as her eyes caught sight of him walking toward their table, her hands shook even more and she had to clasp her hands together to stop them from visibly shaking. As much as she wanted to, she wasn't going to tell her father straight away. She wanted to make him relaxed first, and then gently wiggle herself into telling him rather than spilling the news right off the bat and risk sending him over the deep end. Making him butter first, she knew by experience, was the best way to go about things, but she felt herself struggling with her own plan as her eyes followed her father.

When he spoke her name, she let out a small sigh, allowing the burning in her chest to slowly ebb away as she let go of the breath she had been holding in; hearing him in person was so much different than over the phone, and for a moment she allowed herself to relish having him so close, almost within reach. His scent washed over her as he sat on the other side of the table, across her, and she took a small amount of comfort from his presence; it wasn't much, but it was some to stop the noticeable shaking of her hands. Her heart remained pounding painfully in her chest, but she managed a smile for her father as her eyes drifted to his gaze, pushing away the miniscule irritation that rolled inside her with his question. He wasn't meaning to be nosy, she knew, and if she were in his position she would have asked the same question; telling him she was busy over and over again was not a satisfying answering, and after the third time it was, if anything, a bit old.

“I haven't been up to anything new.” She mused lightly with a shrug of her shoulder; it wasn't a lie, in the least. She hadn't been up to anything new. Issy was still redecorating the spare bedroom in Lev's apartment as a nursery for the baby, as well as slowly making the apartment baby-proof; and when she wasn't at Lev's, she was at home, organizing all her belongings, all under her father's nose. She knew that he wouldn't go into her room without good reason, and so him finding her room in a chaotic mess of boxes and labels wasn't something that she ever worried about. He respected her privacy, for the most part; but she was afraid of him finding out sooner than she was ready to tell him, and she wasn't at all comfortable with the topic of conversation. Thinking fast, Issy reached out across the table and gently placed her hand on of her father's hands and gently brushed her thumb against his skin.

“I have missed you.. and you seem to be just about as busy as I have been.” Again, not a lie; her father was a busy man, and she had used that to her advantage while avoiding him. “What have you been up to? How have you been?”

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[Kaviel]

After sitting down across the table from his daughter, Remy made no attempt in trying to figure things out. Again, he respected her privacy and had a reason to believe that she was telling the truth. He didn't like it when someone tried to invade into his personal business, so he tried to stay from doing that when it came to Issy. The only exception to that, was if it involved her safety and overall well being. No way would he allow her to do something that could get her hurt, killed, or into a negative situation with long term effects. Or even short term effects. Remy was known for being overprotective of those he cared for, especially family. He didn't want a repeat of his past happening. So while he kept out of Issy's personal space for the most part, he only bothered her when he thought that he needed to. Now, wasn't one of those times.

"Well, that's not much fun, is it?" Remy said in response to her answer. If you just did the same old thing everyday, it got quite boring after awhile. Unless you enjoyed what you did of course. Even then, it was nice to try something new. As for Remy, his days never really changed too much. There was some variation here and there, but it wasn't always like that. Because his race was at war, a number of unexpected or new things came up. Sometimes he'd have to attend to them right away, at other times, they could wait. So back at home, it wasn't anything new if he came back late. In some form or another though, he'd always let Issy know ahead of time if he was going to be late. However, a recent down side was that Issy didn't seem to be around much. She always told him that she was busy and was going to stay somewhere else for the night.

Again, Remy didn't mean to judge, but he knew she was likely staying with Lev. Or at least he was part of the reason for her being busy. Remy couldn't stand Lev one bit, and wanted nothing more than to kill the hunter himself. Yet he respected Issy's feelings, and kept himself from snapping him in half. Still though, that didn't erase the bitter feelings. Instead of showing them all the time, Remy often kept them hidden like they were now. So when Issy took one of his hands in her's, there wasn't much negativity at all in his thoughts. He was just happy to see his daughter again. "Same old stuff, really." He said to her. "Dealing with people who want become allies, some who want to be angels, those sort of things." What surprised him though, was that a few days ago, he had a demon come up to him who had wanted to become an angel.

Remy's hardly ever seen that. It was usually the humans who wanted to change. Now of course, he didn't just automatically accept someone who wanted to become an angel. By his standards, you needed a good reason first. Then if he needed to think about it, he'd think about it. And more than likely, this lead to the question of why he was so strict about it. Well in Remy's mind, he didn't like giving it out like it was some sort of free giveaway. Angels could become quite powerful if they aged enough and had the skills. Remy didn't want to give that sort of thing up to the wrong person. That on mind, he smiled at Issy and focused on her other question. "Besides busy, I've been doing alright. Although it's odd not having you around much." He didn't like it when she was away for awhile, and that wasn't because of Lev. The reason was that he simply enjoyed being with her.

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[Isabeau Adela]

“It isn't much fun. At all.” Issy replied quietly with a small smile as her eyes flickered over her father's face, taking in ever feature like a greedy, little child eying a sweet. Another reason for her being so nervous about telling her father was in not knowing what to expect. What was his reaction going to be, aside from angry? She worried about his going as far as disowning her, and the thought struck her heart like a sharp dagger. Never seeing her father wouldn't physically kill her, but it would drain her of any and all life she had within her. And with the thought, and possible chance, of never seeing her father again after this meeting, Issy studied her father's face. She swallowed, and put on a smile to hide her inner turmoil. Not having fun with doing the same thing, every day, was hardly worth her attention at the moment.

She grasped on to every word her father spoke, rising and falling with the gentle, low tones of his voice when he spoke. Would this be the last time she ever heard him? The thought made her smile, for a brief second, waver, but she steadied herself and blinked away the threat of tears, though they weren't entirely with the dooming prospect of never seeing her father again. His words tugged on her heart strings; despite him being busy, he still noticed her absence and didn't feel at all comfortable with her being away for so long. She took small comfort in his words, though, not allowing her hopes to get up too high. Her news would surely bring about the maelstrom of anger lingering silently within her father, and within his anger there was a chance that he would change his mind and suddenly not care at all that she was absent for so long.

“I know, Daddy..” Issy mused softly, dipping her head and casting her eyes to the table. “And I am really sorry for not having much time for you. I'm just..” What was she going to say? Telling him, over and over again, that she was busy was getting old and she hated sounding like a broken record. So then what? Her throat tightened and she withdrew her hand from her fathers and brought her hands under the table to rest on her stomach; she was nauseous. It was too soon to tell him, but she didn't know what else to say and she wasn't about to lie to him just to fill up the empty air around them. “Daddy, I have to tell you something.” Well, it was a start. Her blue gaze flickered toward him as she tried to see how he would take her words, to help her ease into the news and to help her form the correct words without fully startling her father out of his seat.

“Hi, my name is Jennifer and I'll be your wait-”

Issy's eyes hardened within seconds as the voice startled her out of her thoughts and she threw her glaring orbs at the brunette woman who had stepped up to their table. She was hungry, more than hungry, but she didn't want to put off telling her father her news or she'd never get it out; not caring at all, Issy frowned at their waitress. “We're not ready to order.” She stated bluntly, her tones riddled with ice; she didn't care that she was being rude. In fact, she felt a bit better after snapping at the innocent waitress. A small sigh slipped from her lips as she watched the waitress nod awkwardly, step back and walk away; but she had more important things to focus on, and once more her eyes fell on her father. Immediately her eyes softened, but worry lingered deep within their blue depths and she took in a short breath, waiting for him to speak before she continued on. She didn't want to throw it in his face, so she took a moment of silence to think on her next words and just what she was going to say and how she was going to say it.

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