The angel Isabella has neither problem. No one will oppose her. She herself does not oppose the Archangel Linus, who is doing a perfectly serviceable job. And anything she does will be taken as Jovah's own miracles until and unless she announces herself. She is willing that credit for her thought and design and for Micaiah's tithe in pain go to Jovah, who permits them to wield this power, who ought to be shown that she can control the magic, that she's not in it for glory.
"We could ask Serah. As a hypothetical qusetion," she says. "And see what she thinks."
"Okay," he says agreeably, and kisses her.
They meet Serah in the dining hall for lunch. Isabella tells her the good news.
"Jovah kiss you, that's wonderful!" exclaims Serah. "I'm so happy for you! Are you thinking about names yet?"
"Not yet," says Isabella, laughing shakily. "I only just noticed I was late. Say - Serah -"
"You could've been an angel. Would you rather have been?"
Serah appears to need to think about this very hard.
"I think so," Serah says finally. "On balance. I don't think I'd always like all the responsibility, but - I'd love to fly by myself. I'd love to have Jovah's ear, like that. I'd love to walk down the street and have everybody trying to give me presents. I wouldn't always like it but I'd always love it. That's what I think."
"Huh," says Micaiah.
"What?" Serah asks him, oblivious.
He shrugs. "I wouldn't."
"I didn't realize it was that bad," says Isabella.
"It's not. I mean, at least my parents are married and I live here instead of running wild in Velora or abandoned at the Gabriel School or struggling to make ends meet with a mom who had to wait tables seven nights a week. At least my mother was the smart kind of angel-seeker who went to a priest before going to bed and didn't get turned out when the first kid was wingless. Yours'll be fine too even if you're not married first - it's different when the mom's the angel. It's not that bad for me. But yeah, I do wish I had wings."
"Should we get married?" he asks, smiling at his angel.
"Might be a good idea," she says, kissing his cheek. "We don't have to. I'm not Archangel and I'm not going to turn you out of the hold, let alone turn you out with the baby."
"I know. I love you."
"Okay, okay!" laughs Isabella.
"Okay," giggles Micaiah.
"Yes, if she will," Isabella replies. And: "...Alleluia if Delilah won't."
"I thought she didn't like you?"
"I'm not so sure anymore. Or maybe she didn't use to but does now," shrugs Isabella.
"She does," Micaiah contributes. "I'm sure she does."
"You're doing us a huge favor and we appreciate you," says Isabella.
"I am and you should," agrees Serah.
Micaiah beams at both of them.
"We'll see," says Isabella.
[Do you still not like the idea of wishing about it?] she asks Micaiah.
[Still don't,] he confirms. [We know what you think and what I think and what Serah thinks, but we don't know what our kid thinks.]
[There's not going to be a chance to change it after we do know what the baby thinks. Everyone will know it's one thing or the other by then...]
[Well, I'd rather let it be whatever it was going to be than change it and find out later it wishes I didn't.]
[...I wonder if we could find out, anyway. The guestbook said the wishes aren't quite so good at directly making you know things, but maybe it could do this.]
(Serah is still chattering, about timing invitations for Isabella's paternal grandparents all the way in Castelana and about the merits of the Resplendent Chorus over the more traditional Wedding Minuet for the main event.)
[Try it,] he suggests, although he doesn't think it'll work.
[I guess it'll be a surprise,] she says, calmly resigned. [- But for ones that haven't been conceived yet, this one's little brothers and sisters, do you care if I wish in advance that they be angels?]