"Of course you could." He slid over to her.

"You can find another man just Like me."

"No," She shook her head, but didn't resist when he put his arm around her shoulders.

"Not like you."

"Exactly Like me." He kissed her forehead again.

"Sweet, sensitive, but tough when he needs to be. Good looking, caring, and most of all?

A man who would absolutely worship and adore you like I did."

"I have enough single friends to know finding one man like you was a miracle." She let herself relax into him.

"But another one?"

"He not only exists, but is closer than you think." Steven stroked her hair and she closed her eyes. Even if it was a dream it was so good to be close to him again.

“But I just moved here. I haven't even been in town yet. How could he exist, never mind be just like you?"

“He's right down the hall and he exists because we created him.”

Emma's eyes opened.

“What?

“Our son, Emma. Eric isn't just like me, he is me"

Emma pulled away from him.

“Shut up," she hissed.

"Now I know you're not Steven!"

"And he's like you too." He spoke as if she hadn't.

"He's the best of both of us, Emma and he loves you more than any man you'd be able to find."

"He's our fucking son!" She shouted at him.

Steven remained calm in the face of her anger.

“And who could love you better than our son?"

"Its not the same love!"

"Not in most cases, but in special cases that love crosses the line and a young man like Eric realizes what few Lucky boys have." He smiled as if he were telling her good news.

"That no woman could ever love him like his mother, especially in bed."

"Get out of here with your sick talk!" Emma slapped him hard in the face.

“My husband would never want something so disgusting!"

"Your husband wants you to be happy." Again there was no reaction to her outrage, not even a handprint on his cheek.

“Eric can make you happy."