Emma eyed her friend carefully as she shifted, picking the baby up and tucking her against her chest as she sipped at her coffee. She could read people well. Always had. Part of her little 'superpower'. Lois was anxious. Like she was afraid Emma would be disapproving because she didn't want children of her own. How could Emma blame her for basically saying exactly what Emma would have said had circumstances been different? She'd been so careful with Jim that the news had been more of a shock than anything. Henry made a bit more sense. Young and reckless and carefree, it was easy to see how she and Neal had made that mistake. But after seeing that world of the future, after meeting Aurora, she'd been so determined a baby could never come of it. She still blamed Pestilence, really. It was about that time, and she'd been taking a lot of medication. Maybe.
But as much as she loved both of her children and had worked her ass off to make sure they knew they were loved, neither one of them had been in the cards. So she didn't blame Lois one bit for not wanting any. So she smiled, then, and shrugged. "Trust me, I didn't plan on jumping through this hoops. I wouldn't trade it for anything and I love them both and I'd give my life for them. But there isn't a thing wrong with wanting to just enjoy time alone with Clark and work towards an amazing career."
She dropped her voice into that baby tone and murmured more at Aislinn than at Lois. "Besides, we want a mention in your speech when you win your Pulitzer. Right? Tell Aunt Lois she has to thank her beautiful and perfect goddaughter Aislinn and her stunning and witty best friend Emma."