AN: I wanted to write a story about Paige being a mother for Mother's Day, this popped into my head right before I was ready to go to sleep...


"Say Daddy. Come on, little man. Say Daddy."

Drew sat on the floor in front of three-year old Ralph, growing more and more frustrated that his son showed no interest in speaking, or to him in general, preferring instead to play with his blocks or trains.

Drew stood slowly and walked over to the kitchen, where Paige was preparing lunch. "Isn't it weird that he's three and hardly ever talks? Maybe we should get him checked for, you know... learning problems?"

"He's fine."

"Look, it's okay if he's…"

Paige let out a frustrated sigh. "You're never here, Drew. Don't pretend like you know what's best for him. You don't think that crossed my mind? You don't think I've had him tested for… pretty much everything? You think I just ignore what's right in front of my face?"

"Baby, I didn't mean…" He stepped forward to put his arms around her waist from behind, kissing the side of her neck. "You're amazing with him, you know that? You're such a good mother."

She turned around in his arms, gripping a bit of his t-shirt. "Can you try to come home more often? I think he'd really like it if you were here."

"I gotta go where the team goes. Maybe you guys can…"

Paige shook her head. "I have my job and Ralph needs to be in school, with his kids own age." She stepped out of Drew's arms and looked around the corner at Ralph. "Do you remember when he was born, we counted fingers and toes and everyone told us how perfect he is?"

Drew stepped forward to kiss the side of her head.

"I just wish he would play with other kids or even form a full sentence. I wish there was an answer… a reason for why…" she trailed off, shaking her head. "You know, they say Einstein didn't talk until he was about four."

Drew laughed, kissing her cheek as he stepped around her. "Sorry to break it to you, babe, but I don't think that's the case here."