It was quite something to watch Emma ease into the role of motherhood like she was doing. Not that Lois hadn’t seen her be a mother with Henry, but it was different somehow with the tiny baby. Maybe because of just how dependent an infant was on their caregiver. She couldn’t help but be amazed at how Emma seemed to know what to do when the little girl started to cry or how to maneuver herself into a jacket while still holding her. Lois was pretty sure she couldn’t even manage that with her purse and it didn’t matter if she dropped that thing.
“This latte is on me,” Lois informed her friend, making her way to be in front of Emma in the line. She wasn’t about to let her pay after that horrible class. “I think we need brownies too. After that sugary sweet class I need a real shot of sugar.” This looked like it would take a few minutes. “Do you want to go find us a table and I’ll finagle our drinks?”
Lois figured that way Emma would be able to snag a table away from the door and unending stream of cold air that swirled inside whenever it was opened.