Emma's laugh was contagious, but unlike her friend Lois didn't bother trying to hide her own amusement. Instead she blew a raspberry against her goddaughter's cheek and pushed the drum out of the way. "Perhaps it might be best if you found another program to help you interact with your daughter, ladies?" Phoebe suggested, still smiling even if she looked mildly flustered by the two of them.
Lois was already one step ahead, pushing herself up as she tried to maneuver holding the baby and retrieve some of their belongings as well. "There's a coffee place like three doors down," she murmured to Emma, trying to get the squirmy child into her coat.
This was definitely not working. How the hell did Emma do this? What if she pulled too hard and broke Aislinn's arm? Or what about that soft spot? Where the hell was the soft spot? Didn't baby's have that? She was pretty sure she'd read that in one of those books. It was on the head, right?