Eva grinned at the analogy, giving her father's arm a squeeze. They didn't often speak of her mother, it was hard for both of them, but she wanted to recognize the happy memories. Not to mention she rather thought sticking Nola in the niffler pen would be a good idea, they were all about the same size and could occupy one another nicely. "The niffler pen, I'll have to keep that in mind." Eva mused aloud. "Two will certainly be an adjustment, but they'll be able to play together eventually." And hopefully that would keep them out of trouble... or give them a partner in crime, it could go either way. Maybe a pen of their own wasn't a bad idea in the long run...

"I think this one is a boy," Though the pregnancy hadn't been too different so far, she felt like she was carrying much lower this time and apparently, according to the old wives' tales, that indicated a boy. Who really knew though. Only time and another birth would tell. This time it would be harder to convince Beau to let her go back to work. They needed the income though, she'd have to speak to Mr. Podmore again and see if there wasn't something she could do from home. "That'll be something different." Not Beau's first son, but the only one he was allowed to raise after all.