good x_x or bad x_x?
She tucked the covers around her, gaze flicking around the room as she tried to banish the last cobwebs from her nightmare. “We haven't. Not officially,” she replied, brushing the sleep from her eyes. “But that name's at the top of the list for sentimental reasons. Remembering your mother. Besides, I like the nickname Jules.”
As far as discussing names, Leah had been waiting for the right time. Leadership business got in the way of a lot of things, as well as whatever else went on around the compound, so things had been too hectic to have any lengthy discussion. Now, things were even more hectic, but Evan needed the distraction. Maybe it would help him restabilize his mind and dismiss Leah's desire to ask him to stay behind when the group went after the Bedford gang.
Shaking her head 'no', she rested it on his shoulder, welcoming the extra warmth. “I had that dream again. The one with the tiger and all the lava.” She'd mentioned it the past few times it occurred. “I don't know what the hell my subconscious is trying to tell me, but between that and Baby's constant kicking, I'm lucky I get any sleep at all.” It was a weak complaint, really. She never stopped being thankful that the baby was finally moving.
Exhaling, Leah turned her focus to Evan. “What about you? Still having trouble sleeping?” She brushed her hand along the side of his head, a gesture meant to subtly ask how calm his thoughts were, or if they'd gotten worse.
The serious question, however, was interrupted when Leah's stomach growled. She snorted a laugh and glanced down at the blanket-covered bump. “Well, I think I know how she is, at least.”