Isabella smiled when she saw her father's eyes get that far-away look.  It was nice to think of her mother like this, to share it with her father.  It also felt good to know there was some of her mother in her, even if wasn't the best of characteristics to have received.<br/><br/>The rest of the trip was uneventful.  Belle remained on her bed, trying not to aggravate her broken wrist.  They were only thirty minutes from shore when she suddenly sat up and carefully reached for her cell phone.  She needed to call Diego and let him know her condition.  He might want to cancel their coffee date.  He was so protective of her he might want her to rest.  But she already had enough resting.  Once the wrist was set by the doctor she wanted to get on with things.  Oh, she was going to be a sight for sore eyes when he got a look at her and her cast.<br/><br/>"Diego?  It's Bella."<br/><br/>