Rusty looked up from his textbook and stole a glance at his adoptive mother across the room. She had paperwork spread across her desk, but it didn't look like she had made much headway in the hour she had been sitting there. In fact, he was almost positive she was staring at the same page she had been when he last looked up.

"Sharon?" He bookmarked his page and closed the book, his eyebrow arching up a bit. Sharon hummed absently and didn't look up. "Is everything okay?"

"Hm? Yes, fine." She set her paper down and looked up, sliding her glasses from her face so she could rub at the bridge of her nose.

"Do you want some tea?" He got up and started toward the kitchen, but glanced back to keep his gaze on Sharon.

"Yes, please. What time is it?" She set her glasses on the desk and tugged her hair up. She held it for a few moments before she dropped it against her back and rolled her shoulders.

"Going on five," Rusty called to her. He filled a mug with hot water and added a teabag before he grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge and turned around to face her. "Almost done?"

Sharon shrugged and patted the stacks of paperwork on her desk. "It's never ending, Rusty, but I suppose I'm almost done."

"Sounds like homework." Rusty laughed and added milk and sugar to her tea before he carried it over to her.

"Thank you." She smiled and blew across the surface before she took a tentative sip. There was a knock at the door and she looked up quickly, anxiety sweeping across her face briefly before she shoved it down. "That'll be Andy."

"Is that what has you so nervous?" Sharon stood up, but she stopped at her son's words and looked over at him. "You can't deny it, Sharon. You've been distracted all day and I read more in ten minutes than you have in the past hour."

Sharon sighed and leaned against her desk, her shirt riding up a little in the back. "Yes," she finally admitted. "This is… It's a big step, Rusty. For both of us and for Andy. I just…" she trailed off and shook her head slightly. "I need to know it's the right step."

"It is." Rusty smiled and walked around her desk to wrap her in a hug briefly. "It'll be nice having Andy around more." She smiled a little and hugged him back, huffing softly. "Now go answer the door before he thinks we abandoned him."

Sharon let out a soft laugh and made her way over to the door, her hand reaching behind herself to tug her shirt back down. She leaned against the door briefly while she unlocked it and then stepped back to tug it open.

"Just when I was thinking you had left!" Andy grinned at her and she stepped out of the way as he walked in, juggling two suitcases and a duffle bag.

"Just move in, why don't you?" Sharon laughed and shut the door behind him before she took the duffle bag and looked him over. It was easier to hide her nerves when she saw his wide grin. "Do you have more in your car?"

"Only a few more bags. Most everything is already over here." He looked around before he bent and kissed her softly, his hand dropping a suitcase handle so he could cup her cheek.

"Still in the room!" The two immediately pulled away from each other and Sharon blushed as she looked over to Rusty. "Though I suppose I'm going to have to get used to it. Oh, god," he groaned.

"Can you go grab some of those bags for me, Rusty?" Sharon smiled at her son and tightened her hand around the duffle bag.

"Yeah, sure. Where's your car, Andy?"

"Right by the elevator. Hard to miss." He fumbled in his pocket for the keys and tossed them to Rusty, stepping out of the way so he could hurry out. "You're sure he's okay with this?" he asked a few moments after Rusty left.

"I've talked to him several times and he says he's fine with it. He told me just before you got here that it's the right step and he's looking forward to having you around more." She smiled and stepped forward to kiss him again. "C'mon, let's get your things put away."

She carried the bag into the bedroom with Andy and his suitcases behind. She dropped it on the bed and turned the closet light on, wrinkling her nose at the sight of her clothes condensed to one side of the walk-in. Andy followed her and wrapped his arms around her waist once he let go of the suitcases.

"You overestimate how many clothes I have," he laughed, nuzzling her neck and drawing a gasp from her.

"Well, I haven't shared a closet in years. I won't complain if I don't have to fight for space." She tilted her head and beamed at him.

"Certainly not!" Andy patted her side before he stepped out of the closet and unzipped one of the suitcases on the bed.

Sharon glanced around her—their—closet once more before she followed him to the bed, her eyes scanning the contents of his suitcase. She contemplated helping him and then decided she'd let him put his things where he wanted. She crossed one leg over the other and leaned back on her hands, her eyes slowly roaming her boyfriend.

"Is everything wrapped up at your apartment then?" She shifted so she could brush her hair out of her eyes. A day off meant she hadn't put any effort into controlling it and the brunette strands went every which way.

"Keys turned in and I'll have the check for my deposit next week," he answered as he tossed a stack of boxers into a drawer and pushed it closed. Sharon tried not to cringe.

"It's official." She took a deep breath and smiled at him. "Just when you I thought I'd have an empty nest soon, you show up."

"Sharon, we have five kids between the two of us and my two step-grandsons. An empty nest is the last thing we'll have to worry about." He turned to hang a few shirts up in the closet and Sharon stole a tie from the suitcase.

"Thanksgiving should be a bundle of fun." She shook her head and pushed herself to her feet, the tie still clasped between her fingers.

"Anything with you will be fun," he teased. He leaned over and kissed her firmly on the lips, just as the front door opened and slammed closed.

"Is it safe to walk back?" Rusty called and Sharon didn't hear him walk any further into the condo.

"Just unpacking, Rusty," she called back to him.

She heard his footsteps as he dragged Andy's remaining bags to the bedroom and dropped them just inside the door. "Did you bring the skeletons out of your closet, Andy? God, those are heavy." He rolled his eyes and stepped back into the hallway. "Never mind, I've got homework to finish."

"Thank you," she murmured. She rolled her eyes as her son walked away and turned her gaze to Andy. He had a smirk on his face and she resisted a groan. "What?"

"Skeletons in the closet. No, my skeleton is living in Hollywood with her new husband," he huffed. Sharon rolled her eyes again.

"And mine's living twenty minutes away."

She watched as Andy finished unpacking the first suitcase and tossed it aside. She hauled the second one into place before she hung up the tie she'd been holding on to, her head shaking slightly as they worked in silence.

"You're sure you're okay with this?" Andy asked after a few minutes.

Sharon looked over her shoulder and hung up a pair of his pants. "Okay with you invading my closet?" She raised an eyebrow, purposefully dodging the subject. He gave her a knowing look and she wrinkled her nose—his face was a little blurry without her glasses on, but she didn't feel like grabbing them from her desk.

"Okay with me moving in. With that big of a step. I mean, we only told Taylor about our relationship a few months ago." He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her, his body blocking her in the closet.

"I wouldn't have agreed to it if I wasn't sure," she told him, her hands resting on her hips. Her fingers absently fiddled with the belt loop on her jeans, but she steadily met his gaze. "That doesn't mean I'm not nervous about it, though…"

"Me too." Andy laughed softly and leaned over her to hang up another tie before he wrapped his arms around her. "I haven't lived with anyone in a while… But if Provenza and Patrice can handle moving in together." He shrugged and kissed her forehead. "Where are your glasses?"

"On my desk." She looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his jaw, a small smile forming. "I don't see why we should be nervous. We've been practically living together for the past few weeks anyway."

"It's the official part that makes it nerve-wracking." She moved to kiss his jaw again, but he tilted his head and captured her lips with his own. "Should we finish unpacking?"

"If we do anything more, Rusty might move out," she whispered against his lips.

"Then please tell me he has plans tonight."