Though things were hardly settled in regards to Odina and Toby, Eva was, for all intents and purposes, very settled in her own life. She felt like she was the size of a small erumpet, but there wasn't much to be done about that. She'd been assured you could hardly tell that she was pregnant from the back and that she was all belly, which she supposed was true, but her aching hips and feet didn't agree.

Thankfully the house was pretty much all set, she couldn't sit idle for very long, (though she did nap quite a bit these days) and she was taking it easy, thanks to the random pains she kept having, but she'd wanted the inside of the house to be as ready as possible before winter. Thankfully magic made that quite a bit easier and she wasn't overworked, just bored. Also quite fortunately, she had Fergus for company most days as Beau and Murph were picking up her slack at the zoo these days.

She was curled up in bed, a fire roaring in the hearth of their room, snuggled up with a book of pictures from when she was little. Some included her mom, most of it was of their travels around the world, but she was in the mood to reminisce a little. The baby was quite active at the moment, the little one doing their (she was convinced it was a girl) somersaults, which had become quite the nightly routine shortly after dinner. Eva was highly amused until one pretty good jab to her ribs left her breathless for a moment and she had to push back on what she assumed was a little foot. Still, she had to laugh.

This was where Beau found her, curled up under an old afghan of her mother's creation, the book and pictures sprawled around her as she smiled up at him. "I think she likes what we had for supper." She chuckled, pushing again against the little foot in her ribs.