Leah turned her smile toward Evan. “You say that a lot,” she observed affectionately. She didn’t tire of hearing it, though. As long as she’d spent without her daughter, she’d probably never tire of hearing how glad she and everyone else was that Marigold was back where she belonged. “Without her, I wouldn’t even be a mom, so there’s a funny twist to the logic.” Also a moment where she was apparently channeling Lilah, which added a bit to the amusement.
“I think I know who your star student will be,” she replied, glancing pointedly at Marigold. Younger kids picked up quicker on languages, or so she’d heard. “As long as you don’t teach her to make fun of my French in words that I don’t understand.”
Leah smirked. “What? I can’t give you a hard time when you may or may not be putting words in my mouth?” The smirk grew when he spoke highly of her own skills. Her gaze focused on his mouth when his tongue brushed his lips, and just as quickly turned away again. It was hardly an appropriate place for a conversation of this nature.
“First time for everything,” Leah said with a shrug and an amused smile. Part of her did hope Marigold would bring up those questions while she was with Alghren and Zimmerman, but at the same time, Leah welcomed the awkwardness because at least it would mean that her daughter was learning something from her and not somebody else. Walking, talking, and all those other firsts had been denied Leah. She wouldn’t so easily give up the rest of those firsts.
If there was one good thing that came from not being able to have alone time as often as couples without a kid in the mix, it was that the alone time was made far more special. At least, that was how Leah saw it. Her eyes met his. “Does it bother you?” She asked, then added to clarify, “That we don’t get to… as much?” Because of Marigold.