Frankly, Emma was more than fine with letting Lois just spoil her children instead of having her own. Oh, if she and Clark ever did decide to try and reproduce (could they do that? Human and alien?), she'd be there for her every step of the way. And she would adore her little pseudo nieces or nephews. And their kids would grow up together and be adorable and she was okay with that, too. But right then? She was more than content to just let Lois fawn over her goddaughter and make Henry feel special around every turn.
"Clark Schmark. You assume he's not going to be viciously jealous that you won and he didn't. Don't worry, your no-talent friend will clearly still be there for you." Her smile was teasing, though, and she pulled herself further into the corner of the booth to rest the baby more comfortably against her. "So long as you don't go and get yourself nearly killed first, you should be fine." And while her voice was teasing, her expression was serious. Because she wasn't fond of the idea of losing one of the few people she truly trusted. Oh, she would never hold Lois back. She, of all people, knew about putting forward as much of herself as she needed to in order to do her job. But she still worried.
"I haven't decided yet if I'm going to go back to work, to be honest." She didn't need to now, thanks to the Bauble. And Aislinn should rightfully take up most of her time. But she missed it and she'd be lying if she said she didn't.