Erin is getting fidgety sitting in Dave's kitchen. Her kids are coming to dinner to meet Dave for the first time. "Erin, please quit it! You're making me even more nervous!"

"Sorry David. I'd probably be better if I could have a drink. I'd be more relaxed, but don't worry I'm not going to. How do I look?" Erin asks yet again.

"You look beautiful, Erin. You don't need to worry. Your kids won't be critical of how you look. I must admit I'm worried about tonight. The only thing I'm sure of is the food. I didn't pick a wine for tonight. I thought a little bit of solidarity with you would be helpful tonight." Dave tells Erin as he stirs a sauce that is simmering on the stove.

"Dave, you didn't have to do that. I don't mind if other people around me drink. In fact, if you have a glass of wine you might relax a little bit." Erin teases Dave.

"You might be right, but I'm not going to subject you to that. I don't want to jeopardize your sobriety and I'm sure that your kids wouldn't appreciate it either." Dave says seriously.

"You're probably right. My kids wouldn't appreciate it. I can't wait to see my kids though. I miss them when I don't see them." Erin hops down off her stool, walks over to Dave, wraps her arms around his waist, and leans her head against his back.

Dave smiles softly and turns around in Erin's arms. He kisses her gently and says, "You just relax and enjoy tonight. Don't worry about me."