Leah's mouth fell open in mock offense. “Only fifteen times more?” She put her hands on her belly as if covering the baby's ears. “Don't let her hear you say that. She'll no doubt expect more than that measly number.” She laughed and dropped her hands back to her sides. “Maybe George would be willing to help you keep your head. Or my brother.” She shrugged. It all depended on who was there with them.
“It'll be nice to be farther away from all the zombie noises, too,” Leah agreed. Not that they could hear much of it indoors with the windows closed, but with warmer weather coming up and all the time Leah spent on the roof, it would be nice to have some distance from all the undead grumblings. “I wouldn't be surprised if he's already got things planned out. With everything else he's been crafting lately.” She was proud that Brandon had a hobby besides drinking.
Her expression softened when he admitted to being worried that Analeigh might not like him. “It'd be impossible for her to not like you. You're her Papa.” She shrugged as she explained the obvious. “And you've said it before: you basically raised your younger siblings, and you're amazing with Mari, so I don't think you'll have any problem raising this one.” She understood his worries, though, because they echoed her own. There were times when she doubted she was even doing the right things with Marigold.
A snorted laugh came when Evan threw her words back at her. “Very interesting. I think, in this case, we should both promise to not be stubborn and actually take the breaks when we need them.” Which was a pretty strong compromise when it came down to it. They both had a stubborn streak when it came to finishing tasks like this, but for very different but no less important reasons, they couldn't overdo it. “I will if you will,” she added, offering up her little finger for a pinky swear.
The reflection in the window didn't show her much beyond a woman with rounder cheeks and long hair tied messily back out of the way, but the face was smiling when the man's reflection kissed her. “That's not a glow. That's one of the windows I cleaned. I did an excellent job cleaning those windows, so I could see where you might mistaken that for glowing.” Leah turned to look at him, brows raised in amusement at her own joke, her smile conveying that she took his compliments to heart.
“And smiling, too. Not a frowny-faced Grinch. He may be my favorite, but I don't want him scaring either of the girls,” Leah said, as she began sorting through the box, searching for things she could hang that wouldn't be in Evan's way while he painted.