Humming a laugh, she leaned into his touch. “You'll probably never sleep that much again. Or at least until Analeigh's able to sleep through the whole night. But maybe your night owl habits will work as an advantage there.” If nothing else, she was glad he'd managed to get some rest last night, and more grateful that he'd agreed to sleep in the bed with her, rather than the chair.
“I can sign us out. I'm itching to stretch my legs a little, anyway.” She frowned at the floor for a moment, then reached up to comb her fingers through her hair, working out the kinks that sleep had caused. They both should've been in a better mood than they were. Ana wasn't coming early, nor was there anything wrong beyond the false alarm they'd had. She slipped her shoes on, then got up from the bed.
Nodding, Leah heaved a sigh and glanced up at him. “Which means no more yoga for a while. I didn't think what I was doing was all that strenuous, though. Years ago, I had a couple women taking my classes while they were pregnant. They managed it up until they were around eight months or so.” Her smile wasn't quite genuine, but it was an attempt. It was depressing, in a lot of ways, not being able to be active. “Guess my body just couldn't handle it as well as theirs could. I'll stick to those daily walks from now until then.”
Evan drew her attention to him, and Leah reluctantly lifted her eyes to meet his brown ones. “I know.” She smoothed her hand along his arm. “It was just a little scare; that's all. I'll be okay.” This time her smile was brighter when he mentioned Marigold. “That sounds nice. We can watch her play with her little doggie and we can all take a nap together later. Catch up on the sleep we missed out on while we've been in here.”
She stretched her neck up a little to give him a kiss before pulling away. “I'll go sign us out. Be back in a minute.” She paused at the door, turning to add with a smirk, “And I promise I won't try to run away.” It was an odd joke that probably wasn't even that funny, but she needed to find some humor somewhere. Constant worry about another false labor wasn't something she wanted to deal with.