“Watch your mouth."

"I'm twenty, not twelve."

“And I'll always be your mother. Watch your mouth."

“Yes, mom," he rolled his eyes, then approaching the door, pushed it open and leaned his head in.

"Hello?" he called.

"Um, Robin? Its Emma and Eric, you in here?"

Emma didn't hear a response and Eric walked into the house.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed.

"What is it?" Emma quickly followed him in.

“This place is huge." Eric continued into the center of the enormous living room.

“Hey look, a fireplace!"

“I told you it had one," she grunted.

"You would have seen it online if you paid attention."

"I thought it was fake." Eric walked around the large black sectional couch and over the fireplace built into the far wall.

"This is real.

Hey, I get to chop wood! I loved that when we'd go to that cabin in New Hampshire!"

Emma smiled. It was good to hear him excited.

“Better watch out,

Eric. You didn't sound miserable just then."

He gave her a rueful grin.

"Yeah, I know, I've been kind of a dick lately."

"I won't correct your Language on that one," she winked.

"And you're right, I haven't been myself for months either. Like I said, this is a new beginning, but where we'll find our old selves."

"Hmm, that's deep." Eric smirked.

"You sound like one of those family channel movies."