George glanced back over at Emma and flushed a bit. It was weird, liking a kid so much that he barely knew. Still, he knew, innately, that he already cared about her deeply. She was his, yeah? And that was insane, but amazing all at once.
"It's pretty nice," he admitted, eyes drifting back over to Natalie. He turned back again to Emma, focusing on her for a moment as he remembered something. "Sorry about the birthday thing. Her birthday is in two months, and she had a moment this moment where she realized her mum wasn't going to be here for that. So, I just didn't want to risk the waterworks at your celebratory breakfast." He gave her an apologetic smile, and nudged her back under the table with his own foot.