After watching Emma move around her white farmhouse kitchen for a while he felt himself doing exactly that. Relaxing. Something that did not come easy for him and rarely happened. Then it all went out the window when they heard a baby cry over the monitor. Lucy had woken up and made her presence known. Emma looked at the baby monitor and then at him. Noah looked from her face to the crying monitor and back again. "I'm not sure what you expect me to do here," he said, hopefully without a hint of the panic creeping up his spine at the thought of doing whatever with a tiny baby. Emma laughed, and then took pity on him by washing off her hands and going after the baby herself. "Watch the bacon," she said the laughter still in her voice, a smile on her face. That he could do. But when she returned to the kitchen she pushed him away from the stove with one hand while the other cradled an impossibly small baby. She shoved him into his seat, and since he couldn't exactly fight her when she had a baby he allowed it. Then she shoved the baby in his arms, and he had to fight the knee jerk reaction to toss her back. Something of his panic must have telegraphed itself because Emma laughed again.
