An acrobat. Beau grinned at the thought of their child walking across the high ropes (with all the appropriate cushioning charms, of course). "I can already picture her bouncing around between acts. Do you think she'll have your hair?" Merlin, he hoped so. Beau loved Eavan's hair, and any child — any person really — would be lucky to have the same.

He allowed her to shift her hand however she saw fit, and looked at her with sheer delight in his eyes as the thump hit his palm. "Amazing." He murmured, shifting down the bed to be better able to place both of his large hands on her stomach. "She's really in there."