"I thought so..." He laughed again.

He looked up at her, hands still on her bump. "Naw, you're better off listening to your mom. She's the voice of reason and the real smart one." He moved away, a little sad to take his hands off her but he had to, he needed to finish painting the corner he was working on, it wouldn't take long and he'd be done with that until it dried.

"How you feeling?" He looked at the open window. Wondering if she should be in there still.