She'd naturally fallen back into embracing Nate, and smiled over his shoulder at his request. "I thought you might want to." Though, she doubted Brayden would have any major issue with the news-to-come. He was more mature and loving than his father sometimes gave him credit for.
He wanted to cuddle? Eva smiled until her eyes closed, crinkling at the corners. "We may lay," the queen confirmed in almost a whisper, which was followed by a yawn and an accusatory stare. It was as if the mention of being embraced by her husband in bed were a sleeping draft. "C'mon," she urged, tugging his long fingers with her own and slowly leading him toward her bed.
"Do you feel out of practice?" she asked with no ill will, while her body fell back slowly onto the mattress alongside Nathaniel's. "Your ears perked, by the way. That's your tell. When you feel like something's 'off' with me." She'd known that he'd known something was afoot. "Do I seem different than the other times?" It would be curious, if so. She turned to face him, on her side, and her hand rose to repeatedly stroke the side of his face and over into his hair. She stifled a grin and settled for a deep, knowing smirk. "Are you okay?"