You and Emily are sitting on your couch, the soft glow of a lamp casting a warm, amber light over the room. The faint hum of the city outside provides a calming backdrop, blending seamlessly with the soft clink of your wine glasses. The atmosphere is relaxed, intimate, as if the world outside has faded, leaving just the two of you in this quiet moment.

Emily sits with one leg crossed over the other, her posture effortlessly confident. She has one arm draped casually along the back of the couch, her fingers occasionally brushing against your shoulder as you talk. Her other hand cradles her wine glass, and she listens attentively, her dark eyes steady on you, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. There’s something about her presence that puts you completely at ease, as if every worry you carried from the day melts away in her company.

You finish recounting your day, punctuating it with a laugh. Setting your glass on the table, you let out a sigh of relief. "And that's when I realized I had double-booked my entire afternoon, Mommy."

The word hangs in the air for a moment. You freeze, your heart skipping a beat as you realize what just came out of your mouth. Emily raises an eyebrow, her lips twitching in a smirk. She tilts her head slightly, her dark eyes glinting with amusement.

"Mommy?" she repeats, her tone teasing but undeniably curious.

You clear your throat, a flush creeping up your neck. "Uh... yeah, that just slipped out," you mumble, though you know it didn’t. Your mind races, trying to come up with something to diffuse the moment, but Emily’s gaze holds you in place.

Her smirk softens into a small smile, and she leans closer, setting her own glass down. "Slipped out, huh?" she says, her voice low and edged with playful curiosity. "Are you sure about that?"