“A tiny deal. Miniscule. Not even a deal.” What even was this joke anymore? She wasn't sure, but it was still funny. On the outside, Evan's comparison didn't make much sense, but when it was given a deeper consideration, Leah could see the connection. “That makes sense. You'll be showing off something you created, so whatever nerves you feel might be similar.” She smirked at his next question. “As long as it's after she's born and not during.”
Leah shook her head and shrugged, reaching up to rub the back of Evan's neck reassuringly. “We're better off here than when we were packed together like sardines in the city safehouses. Even that small room my family and I had for a while at Madison Square doesn't compare to this. Sure, I'd love to have more space for Marigold and the baby to have their own rooms, but this works, What we have now works.” She gave his shoulder an affectionate shake when he clamped onto the more positive topic. “He's probably just waiting for the weather to be favorable. Or working up to it with smaller projects like this,” she tapped the top bar of the crib.
“Of course it is.” Now, anyway. Now that she'd gotten past her aversion to having a second child. “I'm getting impatient to meet her, though. To see if she'll really be blonde or if I'll be as wrong about that as I was about her being a boy.” She dipped her head into a playful expression.
Leah arched an eyebrow at that, but made no pointed allusion to the irrational rush he'd faced down with the non-marriage proposal. They'd gotten past that – or Leah had, anyway – and she wasn't about to bring it up again. “If you say so,” she said, a chuckle in her voice. Her free hand rested on his hip, just below where his healing injury was. “I know you will. Just don't strain yourself today with the painting. If you need breaks, take them.”
“What pregnancy glow?” She teased back, rolling her eyes. If she was completely honest with herself, she appreciated the reminders that he still thought she was beautiful. It was hard to remember some days, especially those days when she didn't feel like moving.
“Am I allowed to pick the Grinch, or should I say Cindy Lou Who instead? And Sam from Green Eggs & Ham.”