Sarah Morgan was not someone who made a habit of admitting she was wrong or apologizing. Or, as a general rule, ever in any way confessing to having faults. Maybe it was because she was the oldest sibling or because she'd spent so long being something of a surrogate mother or maybe it was just because that was her personality.

Whatever the reason, it was difficult enough to admit to Derek that she was wrong, let alone Emily...but Derek said she had to and she knew he was right. (Not that she'd ever tell him that.)

Tentatively, she knocked on the door to the spare room turned nursery where Emily was settled on the floor, doing her best to put together an Ikea bookshelf. "Shouldn't Derek be doing that?" Sarah asked, attempting levity.

"Derek's at football," Emily replied without looking up from her attempts to translate the pictograph instructions into some sort of logical information.

"I know," she mumbled, "I was trying to make a joke..."

Emily didn't respond to that. She kept her gaze cast downwards for several more moments, enjoying – just a little – making Sarah squirm after everything that had transpired between them. Eventually, she asked, "Was there something you need or...?"

Sarah laughed nervously. "Well, I actually thought maybe we could do something...or something?"

"What?"

"Like together," she added unnecessarily.

Emily raised a brow. "Why?"

She shrugged. "I just thought it might be nice for the two of us to spend some time together," she said. Emily clearly didn't seem convinced and with good reason, considering, well...everything. "It can be anything you want – even one of your weird boring foreign movies." She attempted a smile.

Emily heaved a sigh. "I mean, I guess I could use some company while I pick up a few baby essentials," she said with great reluctance. She proceeded to do her best to regain her feet, knowing the process was decidedly ungainly and long since having resigned herself to that.

Sarah clearly decided to take that as a win, even though it didn't really seem like one, if Emily's dubious expression was any indication...

"So, what exactly are we looking for?" Sarah asked, following Emily through the baby store and feeling extremely awkward as she did so...partly because Emily seemed to be doing her best to ignore her, partly because it was a baby store and while Emily was technically having a baby, she was a teenager. She knew she shouldn't care so much what people thought of them, but she couldn't seem to help it – she didn't want people to judge her family and, loathe as she was to admit it, Emily was family now.

"Things we didn't get at the baby shower," Emily said simply.

Sarah raised a brow. "Such as?"

Ticking each item off on her fingers, she listed, "Baby shampoo, a nasal aspirator, nursing bras, nursing pads, nipple cream..."

For a few moments, Sarah blinked in stunned silence. Then, "There's a lot to unpack there, but I've gotta ask...nipple cream?"

"Because when you breastfeed, your nipples sometimes get all dry and chapped and painful," she explained like it should be obvious.

"That's...umm...that sounds...awful," Sarah stammered.

Emily gave a small humourless laugh. "That's not even getting into mastitis and clogged ducts and..."

"Clogged ducts!?" she repeated incredulously. "You mean like...your tits get...clogged?"

She nodded. "With milk."

Sarah blinked a few times. "That's disgusting. The human body is disgusting."

"Then, I won't tell you about blebs," Emily said and it was almost a joke.

"I'm not even going to ask," she said, holding up her hands in surrender.

Emily let out a small giggle. "Why do I feel like I've personally delayed you having children by about twenty years. Or possibly forever..."

Sarah cackled. "I won't lie, I think my ovaries shrivelled into raisins."

"Well, you can just be the favourite aunt then."

"I don't know about that one," Sarah said, "I think Desi and I may come to blows over the title."

A beat.

Then, "So, does that mean you forgive me?" Emily asked quietly.

"I don't think I was angry with you as much as I was lashing out from sadness," she confessed. "Derek was always my baby brother and now he's starting a new phase in his life and I'm afraid he's not going to need me anymore – I don't know shit about babies, so what advice could I possibly give him? He'll still need Mama and Desi will be a good babysitter, but I'm just dead weight."

For a few moments, Emily pursed her lips as she decided how to respond. "You know, you and Derek are so similar," she said on a sigh. "You're both so afraid of being vulnerable and just saying how you feel." She shook her head. "If you would just communicate..."

"I know," she agreed, "Which is why I'm trying to say I'm sorry. You deserved better than how I treated you."

"Thank you," Emily said diplomatically.

Sarah smiled, albeit in a pained fashion. "Well?"

She raised a brow. "Well what?"

"Shall we continue searching for whatever the hell a nasal aspirator is?"

Knowing she would scar Sarah with the answer, she informed her, "It's a snot sucker – babies can't blow their noses..."

Sarah made a gagging sound.

Laughing, Emily said, "On that note, why don't we hit the food court first because I'm absolutely starving!"

"Why do I have a feeling your son is going to weigh about twelve pounds?" Sarah teased.

"Hey, I've seen pictured of you as a baby," she retorted with a smirk, "You were a little 'Stay Puft' baby."

Sarah winked. "Have fun with that on labour day."

Her face fell a little as she remembered the whole pushing part of the equation. "Right. That..." She shrugged. "I apologize in advance, but I will be breaking your brother's hand."

She snorted with laughter. "He deserves it for being shit at using condoms..."

Emily choked on a sip of water. Coughing and sputtering, she managed to say, "I mean...you're not wrong."