Faith tried not to be too noticeable when she breathed a sigh of relief when Sam turned up. Even though the meeting suggestion had been his idea, there was a small part of her wondering if he had chickened out and gone to hide at Jack's or something. Grateful that he was there, she flashed a quick grin in his direction.
"Hey," she got up from her chair and moved to help him put away the stuff, brushing a brief kiss over his cheek as she did.
"They actually make an ice cream flavor called 'Birthday Cake'?" She looked bemused at the idea as she glanced at the tub before she hesitated, turning back to look at Michael. "Wait, when's your birthday?" She just hoped it hadn't passed in the last couple of days. It wouldn't quite make her the worst potential mother ever, but it would make her a strong candidate.
"And you," she pointed at Sam. "Tell him that there is no way in hell he's staying at a motel. At all. He can stay where he's safe."