Lois figured the largest size they had for Emma’s drink plus a big brownie was at least a step in the right direction concerning the fail class. She carefully made her way through the suddenly busy cafe and headed toward where Emma had sat down, unable to help smiling at the way her friend had settled into the booth. “Where the hell did you learn that trick?” she asked, setting down the food and cups, careful not to put Emma’s too close to her. The last thing she wanted was for it to spill on her friend or the baby.
“I swear,” she continued, sliding into the space across from them. “Every time I look over at you, there’s some new mothering trick that you’re doing and I have no idea where you got it from. Does it just come to you? Because I can tell you that whenever I hold Ais I’m either thinking how cute she is or terrified I’m going to break her.” It was more of the latter on some occasions. Maybe it was different with your own children? Lois wasn’t sure.
It wasn’t as though she’d never had experience with babies. She did have a younger sister that she’d practically helped raise since her mother’s death. But that was different. While she’d been thrust into that role, all it had really created was an animosity from Lucy because she wasn’t her mother and didn’t like being bossed around. Even if Lois was pretty sure that was part of the big sister criteria anyway. It wasn’t like she’d been given a guidebook to follow at age six when their mother had passed away.