Faith felt an odd twist of emotions at that idea. On the one hand she couldn't deny that she was proud, way proud at the idea of a kid of hers kicking ass as well as his family could, saving people from the bad guys. But on the other hand, the mere concept terrified her. He could go out and get hurt, get killed by the nasties that went bump in the night. And then there was the part where she wondered if he felt obligated to get into the whole hunting lifestyle. She just hoped that he knew he was free to do anything he wanted.
She didn't miss the look from Sam and her hand slipped under the table to rest on his, her fingers curled around his hand as she needed to feel a connection to the man she loved. Who she apparently had a son with in the future.
"Maybe in the future," she smiled even if her comment was completely noncommittal. "But only if you want to and only after you've done your homework." There, that sounded appropriately motherly. Didn't it?
Sam was right of course, this whole situation was beyond weird. Faith suddenly realized she had no idea what things were like for Michael at home. Were her and Sam even living together? Was it at the house or somewhere else? God, did they get married or were they planning more kids or did they do crazy things like family dinners and-- Faith made herself stop thinking before her scary thoughts became too obvious to everyone else.
"Why don't we start by you telling us a bit about what you're used to," she began cautiously. "I mean stuff like how careful do you have to be with those message board filters in your time and how you all handle going out and whatever. Help us figure out how much different stuff we need to cover."