"Because, well," Emma blushed, and looked down, "I had an idea for what to give Ang and Alec for when the baby is born? I know, I know, six months or so from now ish, but, Every portrait I've seen is done in paints, and, I wanted to try, because pencils somehow don't have the depth I want this picture to have and, I just can't do it."
It was almost a wail at the end, eighteen might be adult, but she was still only just eighteen.