"What's in the box?"

“What I wanted mom to check out."

Eric put a square flat white box on the table in front of her.

"I found this on the floor under your bed when I was putting the sheets on."

"You made my bed up for me?" Emma grabbed his arm and tugged him down to her level to kiss him on the cheek.

"You can be so sweet!"

"Right." Eric rolled his eyes.

"How much have you had to drink?"

“What? I can't kiss my baby and tell him he's sweet?" She heard her own words and conceded she'd probably had too much to drink.

"I haven't been your baby in years." He puffed himself up.

"A son is always their mother's baby. No matter how old," Robin said softly, then as she had a couple of times during the conversation looked as if she'd thought she'd said something she shouldn't and quickly pointed.

"What's in the box?"

"Open it, I'm heading back upstairs to finish your," he gave her a wry smile, "Third shoe rack."

"Thank you, honey!" She didn't make him endure another kiss.

"I appreciate it."

“Hey, Eric, would you like to try some wine?" Robin tapped the bottle.

“He's only 20." Emma spoke while staring at the box in front of her.

She had no clue what was in it, but for some reason she felt a thrill of anticipation flowing through her.

"Oh, please, like he's never drank before." Robin laughed.

"And its only wine."

"I'LL have some when I'm done." He touched Emma's flushed cheek.

“Mom seems to like it, that's for sure."

"Be nice, you." She looked up at him.

"Be good to your mother." She pushed her lips into a pout and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

"Wow, I've never seen that look before." Eric surprised her with a big smile.