Leah selfishly wished George’s reaction could’ve been like Evan was saying Stephanie’s would’ve been. Thus far, apart from her and Evan, Marigold was the only one who seemed excited about it. Their siblings had a lot of other things on their minds, though, so it was completely understandable. It was part of the reason Leah didn’t pressure her company on the others. “I’m sorry I never go the chance to meet her,” was all she said.
And there it was again. Leadership responsibilities taking precedence over family things. Evan was around as much as he was able, which was, admittedly, a lot, but it still reminded her of how little time her parents had spent time with the family. Leah didn’t comment on it this time, though. Instead, she said, “Lilah might be willing to help out, too. It can be our first new holiday tradition. Maybe we can turn that office next door in a family dining room.” After all, they’d basically claimed the entire second floor of the admin building for themselves. “And later we can convert the office that’s connected to our room into a nursery.”
Leah was more than happy to put the conversation about government things on hold, for the time being. She snorted a laugh when Evan ran with her little joke. “Mari would make a convincing Bam Bam, yes. As for me being Wilma? I don’t think I could pull off red hair.”
“Je t’aime, Frenchie.” With her fingers under his chin, she pulled him close for another kiss, then said, “What say we watch the little Pebble for a few more minutes and then call a medic in?”