If you know me at all, you know that my level of caring about Sonny’s latest melodramatic screaming fit resides somewhere between slim to ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME. (Ghost wedding! That really happened! No, really!)
However. I am also known to be susceptible to the sight of Maurice Bernard cooing at babies. And the look on his face when Dante and Lulu announced that they’d named their baby after Connie?
NICE WORK, SIR.
I’m not going to lie: it hit me in the feels a little. (Side note: I actually kind of hate that name for the baby? But it was a nice moment and I suppose it’s a moot point because she’ll be Georgie soon enough anyway?)
Of course, it doesn’t hurt that said feels were already primed and ready to go from Maxie and Anna’s heart-to-heart earlier in the episode:
ANNA: You were carrying the baby for such a long time. She was a part of you. And now she isn’t.
MAXIE: I miss her. Her–her flips and her hiccups.
ANNA: Of course you do! It’s natural.
MAXIE: But it has to stop. Lulu was scared of me. Me! Not that I blame her.
(Can I blame her for you, Maxie? Because I do! I really, really do! SHUT UP, LULU.)
(But I digress.)
ANNA: Maxie, I have known you since you were born. You are every bit as strong as Robin was. And she would be first to say that if she were here. You’re not going to feel like this forever, okay? I promise you that.
MAXIE: Thank you for having so much faith in me.
ANNA: Oh, I have all the faith in the world in you. I do. That’s what godmothers are for.
It would take a stronger woman than I am not to sniffle a bit through Robin mentions and godmother love. Anna Devane, I wish you were real and also my godmother and could come and give me gentle pep talks and hugs when I’m sad. Maybe also teach me the secret of looking exponentially hotter the older you get, too? (Wait, am I digressing again? I DON’T CARE. ANNA DEVANE FOR PRESIDENT, Y’ALL!)