That explained a lot, and Emma only nodded. Somehow Aurora hadn't figured out Emma's little superpower yet, and that was fine. It wasn't as if Jim would ever scold her for anything anyway. But Emma knew when those letters came home from schools and Aurora tried to deny it that her daughter really had been the one to do the horrible things she was accused of. And every once in a while, Emma did stop and wonder if maybe she'd made the wrong choice. Oh, she loved Jim and she supported him and she'd grown into quite the impressive criminal herself. But she thought Aurora could achieve so much more. And she was sort of afraid for her daughter. Her dad had rather large shoes to fill.
Still, she couldn't help smiling as her daughter tugged lightly on her hair. "It's been a while," she admitted, sliding an arm around Aurora's shoulders. "Don't worry about it. But yes, they were good. Brilliant, really." He had treated her like she was fragile, not the hard ass she wanted to be. And he'd treated her like royalty. Which, she supposed, she was. Not that she was telling Aurora that. Her daughter knew little about her past and she preferred it that way.
"That's my girl. You're his spitting image, there's no way he can't fall in love with you at first sight. He did when you were born, he will here." She'd been terrified to tell Jim she was expecting, and she had never truly been able to gauge how he'd taken the news. But the second she'd placed their newborn in his arms, she knew it was going to be okay. "Come on, then, let's let him meet you. Remember, he'll look a bit younger. But your dad aged gracefully, I have to give him that."