“You have a very strange definition of adoration, Emma Swan.” Lois wondered if she should help fish out whatever it was that Emma was looking for. Considering she didn’t have a clue what the mother wanted and would probably offset whatever balance Emma had going for her, she chose to push some napkins towards her friend instead. “Though nearly anything she does at the moment is pretty adorable.” Aside from crying and needing a diaper change. Spit up wasn’t that much fun either. The good definitely outweighed the bad.
“Did you ever want kids? I remember so many girls growing up wanting nothing more than to get married, settle down and have the 2.5 kids--never really got the whole point five part--I think its supposed to be a dog?” Maybe? Though why a dog was considered half a kid was beyond her. “It wasn’t ever something I dreamed about though. I may not have always known I wanted to be a journalist but that wasn’t ever one of my dreams.”
Could she say the same now? Lois wasn’t entirely sure about that. The thought of having her own kids was scary as hell and not something she wanted to think too deeply about. Being a godmother and a big sister-whatever she was to Kon was more than enough for Lois Lane. She still had that damn Pulitzer to earn.