She had just finished nursing the babe and was curled up on her bed around the wee one. The baby kicked and flailed about and made baby faces, and stuck her tongue out and... Ahh, she couldn't help but fall deeply in love with the baby that wasn't even her own. "I wish you were mine," she whispered to the child, knowing she didn't understand of course but it didn't matter to her.

Then Iris began to sing a lullaby the her. She had a rather lovely voice and it carried over into the hallway but she didn't care, she had a heart full of mother's love for Emma. How could you meet someone just once and know? She knew the child was not a replacement for hers but she didn't care about that either.

When the last strains of the notes faded away and Emma slept, she smiled and just... watched her sleep.