Emma turned away and walking over to the window looked out over the backyard and stared at the full moon. It was a beautiful clear night with just the hint of a refreshing breeze. It was so nice to hear nothing. This land was perfect and so was this house. But only if...

"Mom?"

Emma closed her eyes as Eric spoke behind her, this was it. Robin had said in the dream Eric would remember. Not to mention her lingerie was on the floor and the room smelled of the strong aroma of good sex.

"You okay?" He spoke from directly behind her this time and her breath caught when he put his hands on her shoulders.

“Just looking at the moon," she said quietly.

“Its beautiful."

"It is." Eric put his chin on her shoulder.

"So are you." He turned her head and kissed her cheek.

"The most beautiful woman I know."

"Thank you, honey." She put her hand to his cheek, but still faced the window.

"That's very sweet."

“Well I wasn't so sweet earlier."

Emma felt her throat tighten.

“I'm sorry, mom. I shouldn't have done that."

“You...you're sorry?" She whispered.

“Sorry I treated you that way. I was crude and called you nasty names and was kind of rough."

"That's...

"It wasn't right." He said in her ear.

"A son should never see his mother that way."

Emma lowered her head and fought back the tears.

“I'm sorry too. I led you on; it was my fault, Eric. Please don't be upset. I..."

"So what I think," Eric's hands dropped from her shoulders and slid around her waist.

"Is that I should make it up to you."

He nuzzled his face into her hair and gently kissed her neck.

“Can I make it up to you?"

“What do you have in mind?"

“Just being as good to you as you've always been to me."

Eric put his hands on her arms and guided her to turn around and face him. When she did he took her face in his hands and kissed her softly.

“How about you come back to bed?"

"You really want to?" She asked with a tremor in her voice.