Aurora just smiled when her mother confirmed that the dates were brilliant. Her daddy never did anything by halves, least of all when it came to her mom. She snuggled into Emma, thankful for the comfort.
"I know he'll look a little younger, but that's ok. I mean you look different to me, and I get it." She couldn't comprehend her father not recognising her. He was her Daddy and he loved her no matter what the time, even if she hadn't been born. That was just how it worked. Then she heard his voice from behind her and spun, grinning widely. "Daddy! You always have style!"
She half ran, half bounced over to him and embraced him in a big hug. She had missed him lots over the last few hours; nothing unexpected happened when her dad was around, not like the last while. Looking up she grinned, the same manic glint that sometimes appeared in Jim's eyes showing in her own. If you put them side by side and let him slice someone open as she started a fire the resemblance wouldn't just be uncanny. They'd look like carbon copies of each other, rather than father and daughter.