"I think never is probably a safer bet," he chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her cheek, so that she'd know that he was kidding. "It's funny, because I was finally beginning to come out of those night owl habits, and all of a sudden, I'll need them all over again." It wasn't a complaint, and he was sure she'd be able to tell that by his smile. "That's the price you pay, I suppose." For being a parent. Again, not a complaint.
Yeah, Evan had picked up on the bad mood, and a part of him wanted to ask, but the rest of him knew that if it was important enough for him to know, she'd say something. Or maybe she wouldn't. He weighed the options in his mind for a few minutes and chewed on his lip. "Everything's fine, you know?" he reassured her. "Everyone's healthy, and it was just an accident. Not something we'll let happen again," he reassured her.
Yoga? He raised an eyebrow. "Well, there is pregnancy yoga, right?" he offered. "And you need to remember that you have the added stress of having a five year old, you know? Something most of those women probably didn't have." Marigold was a good girl, and Evan loved her, but she was definitely an added stressor. Someone else who depended on Leah and occasionally made things difficult when she was particularly rambunctious. "Daily walks and maybe just regular stretches? Nothing that requires too much contortion." He paused. "You don't need lectures. I'm sorry."
He looked at her, and she could probably see that he was doubtful. "You're sure?" He smoothed his thumb over her cheek and gave her a worried look. "You've got nothing to worry about. We'll make sure it doesn't happen again, and then in a month or so, it'll all be worth it, hm?" he raised her hand and kissed it softly.
With a smile, he watched as she turned toward the door. The joke made him chuckle, then nod. "I know, cher. Now that we're out of here, you've no reason to run away anymore, right?" he joked in return. Having her joking was a good sign, but her attitude toward the whole thing was still worrying him.