Moving her book aside, she made room for Beau on the bed, having gotten used to having most of it to herself more often than not. She'd gotten too round to take her naps on the sofa anymore and so had taken to the bed more often. Beau's demon's plagued him mostly at night and she'd stood by her promise to leave him to his fence posts whenever he felt the need.

"The little princess is doing a damn jig in there." She shifted, wincing slightly, still trying to dislodge the limb in her ribs. "She'll be a dancer, if I have to venture a guess." Eva laughed, knowing it was highly unlikely, given her own inability to dance, but who knew at this point. She was alight highly amused that Beau seemed ready to follow her lead on thinking it was a girl. "Or he's going to be quick on his feet, either one." She wasn't fussed either way, not really, but a little girl would be delightful. She would probably do better with a boy, considering she was not the most feminine of creatures, but she was going to do her best to let them name a girl Nola, after her mother.

Relaxing fully against him, Eva sighed so contentedly. "I bet you can feel her now." Eva could see the little feet and elbows sticking out every now and then, certainly Beau would be able to feel the little dancer by now.