Emily glanced up just as he walked in and gave a little smile at his wave as she tried to ignore that oh so familiar flutter in her chest. She hated that things were so awkward and somewhat forced between them now. She knew it was all her fault, why did she even kiss him again, why did she delude herself into thinking that would help anything.
At his question she glanced down at the egg that she still somewhat cradled in her hands, "Oh, yeah, it's our little Christine...I don't know if it's just me, but I really am tempted to draw a face on her so I don't look like some strange girl with an unhealthy attachment to a breakfast food." She gave a little laugh, "But I know it would end up looking bad or foolish."
Then Emily remembered something...Sam could draw, he was a very good artist. "Hey...how about you give our baby a face, you're a good artist." She moved her hands forward a little more towards him to take it.