To be honest, the insecurities that Leah felt about them were completely foreign to Evan. His on ly other relationship was as rushed as one could get, without children. He and Olivia had been inseparable from the day they reunited, and were married at eighteen and twenty, so rushed relationships weren't something that he worried about at all. All he cared about was her happiness, no matter how it came to be. “I suppose I can share my doctor title with you,” he heaved a dramatic sigh.
He laughed a little bit and jutted his lower lip out, wobbling his head in what looked like weighing agreement. “I suppose that's true,” he chuckled, then nodded a little more excitedly when she confirmed that he could do it too. “Oh. I'm fully aware of that,” he grinned.
“I can completely understand that, though,” he told her honestly. She'd been through this before, and last time, it didn't go nearly as well as Evan would make it go this time. “No, but I did make that promise.” He still remembered it, and hoped that she wasn't too angry at him. He half-smiled, still rather proud that she allowed him to call himself Marigold's father. “That we do. We're well-practiced,” he chuckled a little bit, and then wet his lips.
He chuckled again, and shrugged. “Actually, the best way for me to quit things is cold turkey,” he told her. “I have far more luck when I do things that way. If I tried to quit the long, drawn out way, I would probably end up trying to sneak smokes on the roof.” He gave her a smile. “This little one's worth the effort, don't you think?”
Ah. Yeah, that made sense. Evan shrugged and nodded. “Probably hidden somewhere, written in ancient Greek on the bottom of the bottle.” His joke made him grin as he looked at her.
Surreal didn't even begin to cover it. In his head, Evan had planned this moment several times. Pre-apocalyptically with Olivia, and in recent months, with Leah. To have it actually happening was... very different than what he expected. But it was different in a way that he wished they could bottle and reserve for a bad day. The feeling, seeing that tiny blob of flesh on the screen, was the best thing he'd felt in practically his whole life. It registered, that she was talking, but all he could think to say in response was a quiet hum of agreement.
Healthy? Evan turned from the screen, then back to her, eyes very emotional. “It looks perfect,” he said simply.