A ball of something seemed to rise in the middle of Gabrielle's chest when Phoebe answered the door. Parker had looked so much like her mother; it was clear to anyone. It was almost like seeing a ghost. She had to clear her throat, blinking a few times to avoid those inevitable tears. Thank you very much, crazy baby hormones.
The hug was unexpected, and she'd almost flinched. But it was warm and comforting, very much like an old pair of arms she once knew. It was times like that when she missed her own mother the most, and it didn't help that she was there with Parker's mother.
Putting on a smile, Gabrielle let go of Phoebe as to step past her and into the loft. "Long," she returned, thinking it best not to sit and moan about how awful it had actually been. "Oh, these are for you," She added, offering the flowers.