When he told her that she was smart, she smiled. One of the few people who always told her that. “You've always believed in me,” she looked at him, the smile on her face still there, and gratitude in her eyes. Aside from her mother, she'd never had someone else in her life believe in her quite so much. “That was what gave me the courage to dance for you, you know that? Well... that and how much I wanted to show you how I felt in a special way,” she added with a little chuckle. “But even though I was nervous... I knew that you wouldn't think it was stupid. Because you've always believed in me.”
She smirked again and flicked her eyes up to look at him. “Here I was hoping that it had its daddy's eyes. Then I'd kind of be screwed, though. Two sets of gorgeous brown eyes teaming up against me,” she chuckled and shook her head. “I'm glad you think it'll have my eyes, then, because I'd be doomed with two pairs of eyes teaming up against me.” She laughed again. “And that's another reason we're grateful for him. Insta-babysitter.”
He told her that she made him like his name again, and she smirked. “I always liked the name Elliot. Mostly every Elliot I've ever met has been a good person. And now...” she gave him a little grin. “The best person I know. Seems fitting. I was glad when you told me what your name was, though. You were way too good looking for a last-name-nickname.”
Another smirk. “Poor, under-appreciated Pluto. Astronomers totally lost all their respect for it and said, here, we're taking your planet card away. Sorry. Go be an asteroid or whatever we decided to call you,” she joked. Making a face at the extended thought of Cheese Man, she shrugged. “He can stay there, if you ask me. And if he comes here, we'll feed him to the mice. They'll like him.”
“Yup. Reasons. Maybe we should stop by the pantry on the way home, then.”
She shook her head right back at him. “No,” she told him. “I may have been strong and smart before you? But... when I met you...” she chuckled a little bit. “Or... when I fell for you, I just... you give me so much more strength than I ever thought I could have. Not, like... outer strength. But...” she didn't finish that. Inner-strength. Strength to feel things she never thought she'd feel and to do things she'd never thought she'd do. “Just trust me. You do.”
With a chuckle at his resolve about their Little One's gender, she shrugged. “Well, my Nadia Mary and I will see about that,” she stuck her tongue out. “Mothers know these things, y'know. We have keen, sixth senses about that Little One growing inside of us and I say it's a Nadia Mary. But we'll find out soon enough, I guess.” She shrugged. It was fun to make guesses, anyway.