"How I can tell what, how he's feeling?" she asked, glancing down at her son with a chuckle and a smile. "It's actually really easy. If you watch his body language," she nodded as if telling Topher wordlessly to look down at EJ. "Really, he only cries when he's angry or uncomfortable, but when he's enjoying something, or happy or entertained, he flails his arms or just gives you a wide eyed happy look." She smiled and watched EJ's face break into a toothless grin. "Or when he smiles like that. That perfect little grin." She knew that the days of quiet EJ were over and done with soon; he was going to start teething sooner than later, but for now, he was quiet and happy as a clam all the time. "Really, just watch his movements like with any person, you know? It's easier than you think."
She was about to call him on his flattery, but honestly, with how happy she was feeling, there would be about zero percent honesty behind it. "Glad you think so, especially since I try so hard to look my best for you." She didn't like to admit that for a couple of months there, after Elliot had died, she'd stopped caring what she looked like. Not completely; she hadn't totally given up on herself or anything, it was just harder to make herself pretty, both because of EJ and because of the fact that she didn't want to look good for anyone. Another way he'd saved her life.
How glad was she that he'd deemed her worthy of honesty? She smiled wider and shrugged a shoulder. "I like hearing about you," she said simply. "If it's made you into the man you are today, then it's perfect in my eyes." She had a feeling that if there was anything different about him, they wouldn't be as good together as they were now. So, she was glad that he was who he was, flaws and all. "Now if I could only manage to interest you in learning to ballroom dance with me," she gave him a playful smile, because she knew that that was asking a lot. "Good thing I'm persistent, isn't it?"
Shaking her head no, Rae kissed him again, just to prove that it absolutely didn't matter that people were watching. "Let them watch. They're only watching because they're jealous of me for having the best looking man in this whole place," she said, meaning every word of it. "Pity for them that I'm an awful sharer when it comes to things like this, isn't it?" she asked, raising her eyebrows playfully and mimicking his playful grin. As much as she'd like to, though, she knew that it wasn't wise, though.
"So have I," she nodded her head. "I've almost slipped up so many times," she admitted with a bashful little chuckle. "It's hard not to tell you when I tell you every other thought that crosses my mind," she added with a little grin. "But I was afraid of what you'd say." Afraid that he'd think that it was too much or something. "I was afraid that you'd think it was too heavy." She nodded her head. "As bad as it might sound, I'm still getting used to it, too. I never thought I'd be a mom this young. But he's..." she looked at her son, who was still looking between them with wonder-filled eyes. "He's perfect. He's something else, you know?" she smiled softly and peered up at Topher through her lashes.
Her expression softened further and she tilted her head, before asking, "when did you realize that you loved me?"