"I'm stronger than I look," Lily reminded her with a grin, then drummed her fingers on the tabletop thoughtfully, listening as Faye spoke. It was probably the same type of fear she'd have herself, that she wouldn't be able to find the patient side of her, that she'd have a difficult time knowing how to interact with a child after so long spent interacting with adults.

But Lily was also sure Faye was going to be just fine.

"And there's probably going to be plenty of times when you think the baby is going to drive you nuts," she said. "You don't have to be perfect in order to be a parent. You don't even have to be perfect to be a good parent, but you're a good person, Faye."