[Considering he's an actual physical reminder that she's making the right decision, she's happy to see him. He makes her feel a little better even if her gut sank unexpectedly at the sight of him. Just a sense of worry, something she can't explain that leads her to reaching out and running her hand through his hair to ruffle it. Is that soothing? She has no fucking clue, it just felt like what she should do.]
A lot, but I can try to explain it better than this but for now: your dad and I are going to head home soon and get to work makin' you and your sisters.