Lois wasn't the only one amazed at how Emma had taken to motherhood. It fascinated her how easily she'd fallen in love with her children. She had never planned on being a mother. Ever. When she'd found out she was expecting Henry, she'd known the right choice for her baby boy was to give him up. But even those few moments she'd looked at him, she'd known she loved him. Him showing up at her door in Boston had only reaffirmed that feeling and the feeling had only intensified over time. And now, her precious baby girl, the one she'd so feared would only be a daily reminder of Emma's greatest mistake, had pushed her way easily into her mother's heart. She didn't understand how it was possible to love someone she'd only just met, but Aislinn was proof you could.
She followed Lois inside, glancing at her skeptically. "You do realize thanks to...things, I could technically buy a round for everyone here if I wanted?" she reminded her friend. But she didn't argue. Because frankly, Lois did owe her for that misery of a class. As horrible as that had been, she'd owe her for at least a week.
"Fine, fine." Because Lois was right about one thing, it was going to get busy and quickly. Cold day, after all. She found a booth near the back corner and kicked herself for not bringing at least the baby carrier with her. Instead she propped her knee up on the edge of the booth, making a cradle with the crook of it, and settled the little girl there while she got the diaper bag situated on the other side of her.
God. She really was getting this mothering thing. Where the hell had that come from?